<?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-8921578</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:39:10.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>``letters to you``</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111732936914195286</id><published>2005-05-29T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T18:23:11.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Blog%20Thingy/hiatus.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on hiatus everyone.&lt;br /&gt;will be back soon. nyeheaaa.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;i`ll miss my sweetcakes lotsies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111732936914195286?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111732936914195286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111732936914195286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-hiatus-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111725351398064242</id><published>2005-05-28T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:11:53.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;i pity Fian so much, dapat pompan macam kau. hahaha! if i can tell Fian, i'll ask him to leave you, BITCH! hahaha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me to sender : hahh. guess what? i`m laughing too. even the hairs on my head are laughing along with me. i`m laughing so bloody hard at how ridiculous some gurls ie YOURSELF can get so obsessed with my bf. then again, maybe you should just fuck yourself with a tree trunk, that`s if the tree finds you appealing. if not, don`t bother. cheerios. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you`re reading this - whoever your name is. see, aren`t i a sweetheart? i`m helping you by making these words much bigger. if you`re still not satisfied, i suggest you walk around the island with those words written on your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice try. but, hey, the next time you tryna trample on me, don`t send me messages through friendster with no profile, no pictures, no nothing -&lt;br /&gt;SAY IT TO MY FACE. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new skin - hee. again. nyehee.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111725351398064242?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111725351398064242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111725351398064242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-pity-fian-so-much-dapat-pompan-macam.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111724121981651864</id><published>2005-05-28T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T17:46:59.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good morning. yess. i`m an early bird on weekends. nyehee. mcm reall jee.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos. at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;7:46pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yest, baba said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"adekk. for your own good. i`ll keep the modem in my room. and you`re not allowed to watch tv progs as much as you used to. only during the weekends. after sunday, there`ll be no more internet connection for you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i stared at the tv screen with very sad eyes, meminta simpati gituu.&lt;br /&gt;but; i keep telling myself it`s only for&lt;strong&gt; 4 mths. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;study smart, practise and get the blardie exams over and done with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of the sufferings. yess. easier said than done. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about exams and papers and failing and yadayadayadaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mother was so rajin yest. she always is laa. nyehee.&lt;br /&gt;she made cream puffs; durian flavoured and just plain cream for the father. hee.&lt;br /&gt;(yes, ET, its ur fav. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;annddd. being the very rajin mother of the 21st century, she even made cocktail jelly and suji with nuts and raisins in it. i likkeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WITH MY HELP&lt;/u&gt; tauu. wahaha. &lt;em&gt;tu mesti emphasise sikit.&lt;/em&gt; hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my point is : after receiving report book with average results and getting endless naggings, the mother will always show her love by filling her family`s stomachs. nyeheee. kaozz.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nonsense sakkk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most prolly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yan and i are gon delete our friendster accounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; asap.&lt;br /&gt;i`m not sure if Yan really wants to get rid of his, but as for myself,&lt;br /&gt;i`m deadly tired of receiving messages from some insolent gurls who finds it a big shito problem that Yan and i are together.&lt;br /&gt;(and to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"tak payah tau"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who tagged, ur definitely one of them.)&lt;br /&gt;soo.&lt;br /&gt;conclusion : even if it won`t be deleted, i definitely wouldn`t be logging in everyday to have it checked. soo. simply put, our friendster accounts will be very much far from alive and messages, friend requests and all other crap will be ignored - not that we WANT to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have a great weekend pple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and syuuu. thanks for the email. i was so touched by it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i`ll sms u ouhkayy. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111724121981651864?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111724121981651864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111724121981651864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111718599821827868</id><published>2005-05-27T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T03:17:50.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;meet the parents session.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrmss. pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;the topic about studying smartly, practising Maths and sacrificing weekends was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;why must it not be anyways. as expected, it had always been a must to be mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;ouhh. the parents was disappointed in me. i know. i was disappointed in myself too.&lt;br /&gt;greatly.&lt;br /&gt;sooo. they came up with a new&lt;em&gt; "strategy"&lt;/em&gt; ; to help me &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"improvise"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my studies and the person itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one - no &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=INTERNET" target="_blank"&gt;internet&lt;/a&gt; connection unless it`s very much necessary. which means, hanya dalam kes2 kecemasan sahaja, amalina dapat menggunakan peralatan tersebut. yes, modem will be hidden. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two - scv will be gone. gone. gone. taken away from me. goodbye HBO, goodbye MTV, but most of all ; goodbye Utt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum up, this blog will be dead. again. for God-knows-how-long.&lt;br /&gt;i feel badd. this wouldn`t happen if i`d studied blardie hard sampai bile tido pon mimpi Maths formulas and Chemistry equations.&lt;br /&gt;i knowww. too late for regrets. aiyahx. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HAND" target="_blank"&gt;hand&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; was okay just now.&lt;br /&gt;star awards? i was a nervous wreck. i swear i was. and when i met Dear on his way back &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt;, i know he wanted to laugh. i knowww. that guyyy. hmphs. nyehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ART" target="_blank"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was surprisingly goood. nyehee.&lt;br /&gt;cause, to be honest, danny and i dint do much. heee. &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=KITE" target="_blank"&gt;kite&lt;/a&gt; org cume amek &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=PAINT" target="_blank"&gt;paint&lt;/a&gt;, bobal2, p kat the sec4 Exp gurls where we gossip-d mcm tk ingt dosa. nyehee. okayy. tipu laa. &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=KITE" target="_blank"&gt;kite&lt;/a&gt; tk mengumpat laaa. cumee. bobal je. muahah. like as if it makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sounds crazee;&lt;br /&gt;but, i miss SALINA. i miss my crazee kick-ass cousin. =(&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(oi dengs. gue rindu sama luu.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyehee.&lt;br /&gt;when was the last we went out and had a blast? the last time we camwhored and acted like &lt;em&gt;anak-anak pelarian.&lt;/em&gt; waha. so tk manis sey the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;gue jumpa-in lu minggu depan siihh. lu jangen lupa sama janji kita kok.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyehee. fluent la beb. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`ll end this here. nyehee. actually kan. actually. banyak lagi nak type. tapi, later u all u all borings kan. nyehee. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE JUNE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE BABEYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*clap, jump around and do the crazee-woman dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;psst :&lt;/em&gt; good luck to O level takers taking the Malay papers this coming monday. &lt;em&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best believe, i`ll try to update again soon. in &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; laa; where else.&lt;br /&gt;miss me okay sweetcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to my regular taggers - i know i`m gon miss your tags.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to niss, &lt;strong&gt;SMS me la dengs.&lt;/strong&gt; i`m ouh-so looking forward to our next outing. yippees.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and syuuu, pass me your number and we`ll stay in touch!! okay babe?! nyeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ps : friendster surfing send chills down my spine. some gurls actually take the intiative to send messages to guys and practically begged them to reply. mentang2 class ko sebelah dgn matair akuu...hmms. (nyehee; part ni da confidential.)&lt;br /&gt;mentang2 aku dah tkle check both mine and dear`s accounts, amek kesempatan yee. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shafian`s MINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don`t like it?&lt;/em&gt; live with it. nyehee.&lt;br /&gt;i`ll &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt; bite and shove my computer desktop up your ass if u dare tryna create trouble. nyehee. *feeling goood gitu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dum dee duummm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111718599821827868?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111718599821827868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111718599821827868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/meet-parents-session.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111693560356756967</id><published>2005-05-24T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T05:02:18.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i`m considering.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should move to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;psst:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Frank Iero is HOTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that`s the definition of a &lt;u&gt;REAL&lt;/u&gt; kick ass &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ROCKER" target="_blank"&gt;rocker&lt;/a&gt;. haha&lt;br /&gt;okayy. and so is my &lt;em&gt;Only One.&lt;/em&gt; nyehaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111693560356756967?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111693560356756967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111693560356756967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-considering.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111685061556881756</id><published>2005-05-23T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T05:16:55.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>righht.&lt;br /&gt;and so - i`m bored now.&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salina and the rest just went back home.&lt;br /&gt;soo fast. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and noww. i`m alonee. with only nenek at home.&lt;br /&gt;the parents are out ; with alang and the rest to some guy`s place.&lt;br /&gt;the sister is out to town. blardie hell.&lt;br /&gt;she always gets to go out on Sundays with Hakim.&lt;br /&gt;serious shyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m supposed to finish my &lt;em&gt;karangans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it seems like it`s not gon happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*amal has not touched her school bag at all since Friday*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahaa. malas nyeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouh-kay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to&lt;em&gt; kacau&lt;/em&gt; the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;nyahaa. i simply love being the gurlfriend. hrhr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111685061556881756?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111685061556881756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111685061556881756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/righht.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111683064680360684</id><published>2005-05-23T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:50:43.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20III/KakNonisWedding014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Newly Weds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BODY" target="_blank"&gt;body&lt;/a&gt;, legs and feet are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;screaming&lt;/span&gt; for a &lt;u&gt;g o o d&lt;/u&gt; &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=MASSAGE" target="_blank"&gt;massage&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i`ve got at least 5 blisters on my feet. and my calf is killing me slowly.&lt;br /&gt;i can`t even walk properly. it`s strained or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was hectic ; but &lt;em&gt;undeniably&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FUN" target="_blank"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;em&gt;(Yaya and Me)&lt;/em&gt; were incharge of the &lt;strong&gt;berkatss&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;had to walk around &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and we did our job pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;no &lt;em&gt;curik2-for-breaks&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;duduk-jela&lt;/em&gt; shyts from either of us.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, we actually enjoyed it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;especially yaya.&lt;/span&gt; wahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;akak, nisha and &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=NINA" target="_blank"&gt;nina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; duties` were to clear up the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TABLE" target="_blank"&gt;table&lt;/a&gt;, fill the guests` empty &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=GLASSES" target="_blank"&gt;glasses&lt;/a&gt; and stack the dirty &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=PLATES" target="_blank"&gt;plates&lt;/a&gt; at the back.&lt;br /&gt;nyehee. pretty hard. but they managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guests started pouring in at about 12+ and since then, we had been busy. anyhoos, camwhoring was out of the question. we dint get to take &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=PICTURES" target="_blank"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; of ourselves - well, not more than 10 anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, the&lt;strong&gt; newlyweds&lt;/strong&gt; came down and we gota take pix with them. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woo-hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really sweet and touching when &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kak Noni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; criedd.&lt;br /&gt;and the most fav part &lt;em&gt;for me&lt;/em&gt; ; was when they were asked to have a slowdance.&lt;br /&gt;nyaahaaaa. sweet seyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20III/KakNonisWedding013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aaron Aziz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was also there.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to take his pict with his &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BABY" target="_blank"&gt;baby&lt;/a&gt; boy and wifey ; but the boys &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bawak lari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CAMERA" target="_blank"&gt;camera&lt;/a&gt; akuu. =(&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, tak kesah laa. its just Aaron Aziz ; not Frank Iero. nyeha. &lt;em&gt;bobal byk confident ehh amal.&lt;/em&gt; heh.&lt;br /&gt;mcm lah si Frank Iero tu pegi jemputan Melayu.. hahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=STUFF" target="_blank"&gt;Stuff&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt; and so. the weekend`s been good. i`ve been good. hahah. ouhh-&lt;em&gt;kayy.&lt;/em&gt; except to Yan on certain occasions where we&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have something to spit at each other. yadayadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing more to sayy.&lt;br /&gt;soo - have a great week ahead pple.&lt;br /&gt;last week before the June Hols starts - so ; get exciteddd. nyahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst - &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=WEDDING" target="_blank"&gt;Wedding&lt;/a&gt; pictures? click &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/album/351095558AekOqt"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111683064680360684?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/feeds/111683064680360684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921578&amp;postID=111683064680360684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111683064680360684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111683064680360684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/newly-weds.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111668764022945451</id><published>2005-05-21T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T08:00:40.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;with my two besties ; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;danny and efy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my Only One.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee.&lt;br /&gt;though i know he was very tired and the guitar he was carrying was a burden to his back, he dint complain.&lt;br /&gt;hehh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis to look for tees.&lt;br /&gt;all three of us were pretty happy after we got our own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BAG!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;woohoo.&lt;/em&gt; nyehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, we headed to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BK at Borders.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our &lt;em&gt;VERY&lt;/em&gt; late lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Far East,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; where Yan joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nyahha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yan = lethargic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear. he was looking so tired and exhausted ; and walking around Far East and Heerens looking for sandals dint help.&lt;br /&gt;later, &lt;em&gt;when all else fails&lt;/em&gt;, we decided to walk to Plaza Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;that was our last pitstop of the day. &lt;em&gt;(nyehee. lame rightt? right)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhurr.&lt;br /&gt;and blardie hell, it rained like &amp;*^%$#@ just now.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in history of mankind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKU SHARE PAYUNG DENGAN SEORANG LELAKI YANG AKU SAYANGG&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha. like wahh. &lt;em&gt;*abeh proud seyy.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayy. back to business.&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, found the right sandals for Danny at &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&amp;amp;K.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; was when i realised ; Yan was &lt;em&gt;rightt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so &lt;em&gt;ngada2-ing&lt;/em&gt; the whole dayy siakk.&lt;br /&gt;wahah. i was a pain in the ass to him - although he dint say it. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, at the end of it all ; the boyfriend decided to walk me home.&lt;br /&gt;yes, we walked home together - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahah. like so rajin like that ; walk homee.&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time we took a bus back home seyy. that was like on our very first date. nyehee.&lt;br /&gt;soo. he was &lt;em&gt;soo&lt;/em&gt; much nicer on the way back home.&lt;br /&gt;duno why ; there wasn`t any sarcastic jokes, no &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"eleh..diam laa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"asshole. shythead"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tiffs.&lt;br /&gt;it was all about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"yan.and.amal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; waha. so romeo and juliet sakk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes ; &lt;em&gt;yawn peoplee. yawnn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahah.&lt;br /&gt;i love today. alott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh. and i saw &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niss and Rach!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whee.&lt;br /&gt;yes, we were supposed to go out together - all 5 of us.&lt;br /&gt;but something cropped up.&lt;br /&gt;hehh. but it was so nice bumping into those two prettyfaces. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soo.&lt;br /&gt;let me end this &lt;em&gt;useless &lt;/em&gt;piece of information with yet another &lt;em&gt;useless &lt;/em&gt;piece of informtaion. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;blurghss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shafian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blardie alot okay. u pple never asked, tkpe. i just wana tell. *smiless*&lt;br /&gt;and i heart my gfs aloott too ; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;danny and efy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. hello gurls. i`m &lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt; from now on. hehh. nonsense la amall. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going kendarat-ing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;kak noni`s wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my duty is to give the&lt;em&gt; berkats&lt;/em&gt; to guests.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. suke nyeee. heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;selamat tinggal kawan2 ku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111668764022945451?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111668764022945451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111668764022945451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111650958526826615</id><published>2005-05-19T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T06:33:05.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gawddd.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for replies from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Brightside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Salina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aka my lil gundu cuzzie.&lt;br /&gt;for the last 15 minutes. yess ; fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodness.&lt;/em&gt; please reply la dengz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;and again.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m waiting.&lt;br /&gt;for akak to come back home with my new pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;the irony of it all.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;i`m &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh kayy.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;don`t&lt;/em&gt; wana wait anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;danngg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111650958526826615?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111650958526826615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111650958526826615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/gawddd.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111642359683565316</id><published>2005-05-18T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T06:39:56.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayy.&lt;br /&gt;so the song is not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shitos&lt;/strong&gt; betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;not so fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tadi.&lt;br /&gt;let`s not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid year results was devastatingly painful to look at.&lt;br /&gt;in fact ; i don`t wana think about it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more days to normal school lessons before June hols starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so lambattt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don`t know what else to blog.&lt;br /&gt;hehh.&lt;br /&gt;but looking forward to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trip to town with my besties ; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Danny and Efy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; alongside with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Niss and Rachel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how kewl is that?&lt;br /&gt;yess. total kewlness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehh. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danny and Efy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should change my name to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so it`d all rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;i know ; its crap right.&lt;br /&gt;but who cares, aku punye suke laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111642359683565316?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111642359683565316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111642359683565316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111634064156408757</id><published>2005-05-18T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T07:47:06.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when you have to look away, when you don't have much to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thats when I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love you, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just that way&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to hear you stumble when you speak or see you walk, with two left feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thats when I love you ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, endlessly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;`cause heres my promise made tonight, you can count on me for life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;thats when I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;when nothing you do can change my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the more I learn, the more I love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the more my heart can`t get enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;thats when I love you &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no matter what.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;when you can`t quite &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=MATCH" target="_blank"&gt;match&lt;/a&gt; your &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=CLOTHES" target="_blank"&gt;clothes&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;when you laugh at your own jokes&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;thats when I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I love you, more than you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;when you forget that we had a &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=DATE" target="_blank"&gt;date&lt;/a&gt; or that look you give when you show up late ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BABY" target="_blank"&gt;baby&lt;/a&gt; I love you ; I love you anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_______**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;happy 3rd to us. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;.all.i.want.to.do.is.grow.old.with.you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111634064156408757?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111634064156408757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111634064156408757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-you-have-to-look-away-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111625157270284594</id><published>2005-05-16T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T06:52:52.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;These&lt;/strong&gt; are the words you wish you wrote down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you wish your voice sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Handsome and smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tongue`s the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it`s all from watching TV and from speeding up my breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn`t &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It hurts to be this good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;.my.right.to.hate.you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111625157270284594?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111625157270284594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111625157270284594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/these-are-words-you-wish-you-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111612763359440590</id><published>2005-05-15T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T20:27:13.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually hate Sundays cause it`s the end of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today is an exception ; cause there`s no school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyhoos-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Queensway yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m so gon have to save and scrimp if i want that gorgeous thing to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m practically broke this month - and &lt;em&gt;best believe&lt;/em&gt;; would still be in the same &lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;pathetic state&lt;/span&gt; next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with so many things to get; my wallet`s gon have a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; big&lt;/span&gt; hole soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting to set aside &lt;strong&gt;6 bucks&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mr Brightside`s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; upcoming gig next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please ; let $ drop from the sky and make it possible for only me and no one else to see&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea right. ouhkeyy. i`m getting lame right - i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don`t intend to blog much today ayways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that`s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`ll be back tomorrow, same time, same channel, same url.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. pathetic asshole sak akuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahah. that`s what Mr Brightside calls me ; in a playful manner - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ASSHOLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh -kayy la. i`m shooing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubbyyy-e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;dum dee dummm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111612763359440590?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111612763359440590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111612763359440590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111605637752343490</id><published>2005-05-14T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T00:39:41.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I hear our song;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it keeps playing on the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on my mind, I can't let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111605637752343490?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111605637752343490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111605637752343490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-hear-our-song-it-keeps-playing-on.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111599601131453057</id><published>2005-05-13T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T08:00:00.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoopeedoos.&lt;br /&gt;i`m back - impermanently.&lt;br /&gt;but let`s get excited - I'M BACKKK.&lt;br /&gt;*clap hands, dance around.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are finally over. &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=AT" target="_blank"&gt;at last&lt;/a&gt;. akhirnya.&lt;br /&gt;results are gon be painful to look at ; that, i can assure.&lt;br /&gt;i din`t expect maths &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=PAPER" target="_blank"&gt;paper&lt;/a&gt; to be &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; tough.&lt;br /&gt;it`s &lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;blardie&lt;/span&gt; tough ; i had to crack my head into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;and no ; cracking heads dint help either.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i din`t exactly did my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;shitos&lt;/u&gt;. i know i should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;life`s treating me good - as for now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no bitchings - (unless, of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=COURSE" target="_blank"&gt;course&lt;/a&gt; ; if some shytheads suddenly miss me so much and i simply became their favourite topic of the day laa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i`m still in love with my dearest Mr Brightside.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mihevoli.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilovehim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that`s me and my issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;just now was &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FUN" target="_blank"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;went out with Niss and Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;blardie cute man the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. so, Niss is a camwhore. and Rachel is a &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SHOPPING" target="_blank"&gt;shopping&lt;/a&gt; freak.&lt;br /&gt;she shopped like there`s no tomorrow. jealous like thatt. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*niss, we`ll get the off-shoulder top someday!! i swear we should. hee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo. we camwhored the day through. so &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FUN" target="_blank"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;. pics will be up soon. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;later i left those prettyfaces to meet my Mr Brightside.&lt;br /&gt;and they lfet for Hougang to meet Niss` bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oouh. and, i saw &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;SYU!!!&lt;/span&gt; syu. syu. syu. my evps galfren.&lt;br /&gt;the one with such a kind heart and a warm smile.&lt;br /&gt;the one who puts a smile on everyone`s face. yes, that one. that oneee. hee.&lt;br /&gt;i dint notice her. till she waved at me. and i went &lt;b&gt;"ouh. hi!"&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FELT" target="_blank"&gt;felt&lt;/a&gt; like hugging her. hurhurrr ; after years of not seeing each other. &lt;em&gt;gosh, i miss u so much, Syuuu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;went &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; with Mr Brightside just now.&lt;br /&gt;double hoorays.&lt;br /&gt;walked &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; from the interchange to my place. wahahh. should do more &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=WALKING" target="_blank"&gt;walking&lt;/a&gt; after he said i was fat. blardie hell.&lt;br /&gt;hahh.&lt;br /&gt;it`s just so good to see him.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;btw-s.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nenek passed away 3 weeks ago ; &lt;b&gt;28th April 2005. @ 9:25 am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having physics that morning when mama smsed and informed me that she was otw to sch to fetch me &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i din`t see it coming ; although there were some signs.&lt;br /&gt;im sure ET, akak and the rest &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FELT" target="_blank"&gt;felt&lt;/a&gt; the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her absence was greatly &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FELT" target="_blank"&gt;felt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and will be for as long as we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who tagged ;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much for your condolences. it was greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Te extrano mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Pienso en ti cuando me levanto, y tu eres lo ultimo en quien pienso antes de dormirme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111599601131453057?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111599601131453057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111599601131453057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/whoopeedoos.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111535797068564567</id><published>2005-05-06T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:40:10.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hell-o.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`ll be on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIATUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a while.&lt;br /&gt;won`t be long.&lt;br /&gt;but if you pple do miss me, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAG&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;me!&lt;br /&gt;hahh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouhh-uh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s fridae aka &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;meet-mr-clark-kent-on-tv&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whoopedoos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ooh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its raining.. its pouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later alligator.&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend ahead while i sit at &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HOME" target="_blank"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=MUG" target="_blank"&gt;mug&lt;/a&gt; for the upcoming papers next week.&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111535797068564567?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111535797068564567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111535797068564567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/05/hell-o.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111433634299633804</id><published>2005-04-24T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T02:52:22.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello there ; &lt;em&gt;whopeedooo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was great ; went to Suntec City with Abg Ayul, Akak, Et and Nurul.&lt;br /&gt;wooppps. we had a rolling good time. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to talk to Et about some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i know you as much as i know myself. *winks*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night -  before i went to bed :&lt;br /&gt;i got emo-ish when Yan talked about trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;my ouh-so-tak-favourite topic.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so &lt;em&gt;nooo.&lt;/em&gt; i just got tangled up in thoughts and acted like an ogre.&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that he was not even at fault, he said all those comforting words to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ho-ho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throw me reasons to why i should &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; heart this guy, someone ; cause i can`t find any, after 2 years of friendship and 2 mths of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i-love-you-you-love-me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;xoxo. i heart you .xoxo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;written with love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;           =) your only one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taufik was undeniably gorgeous on tv last night.&lt;br /&gt;i had a rather &lt;em&gt;stoopid &lt;/em&gt;grin pasted on my face while watching him on tv.&lt;br /&gt;(tsk3. slap me please someone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;psshh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i would practically &lt;em&gt;drool&lt;/em&gt; if Yan was ever on tv.&lt;br /&gt;haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i`m &lt;em&gt;shoo-&lt;/em&gt;ing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst : this blog won`t be as active as it used to be due to time constraint. but please keep those tags coming in. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Niss, i`ll keep u updated via sms. tc babe.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;bye.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes - i`m going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;toodles&lt;/em&gt; now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111433634299633804?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111433634299633804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111433634299633804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello-there-whopeedooo.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111424509568595176</id><published>2005-04-23T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T01:31:35.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know. i`ve not been updating this almost dead blog for a week.&lt;br /&gt;been busy ayy.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, i can`t tag at my own taggy. to be exact, i can`t even see my tags.&lt;br /&gt;so, gota read it from cbox.com itself.&lt;br /&gt;replies to taggers.&lt;br /&gt;*btw, thx for tagging. hee.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-lina : heh. nice entry? heh. i wont be deleting laa ok. just asking for suggestions la gile. =) had fun last Sat. u rock my socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ross : hey sweets. hee. i wont be deleting. dont worry ey. keep reading my dead entries. heh. anyhoos, i culdnt tag at your board?! *sobs* tc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benji Riot`s Girl : arlow! im not deleting ok, Syu.. *winks* anyhoos, ur taggy is under repair eyy? no wonder. hee. tc babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ruby : hey. long time since u tagged!! thx for tagging sweets..c ya in sch! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;marni : hey there prettyface..! gosh. thx.. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ifran : haha. you need not wear it to sch ok? you can actually walk around my sch naked. my school`s full of dickheads who do unthinkable stuf. u can join the club. *gembira-gembira always!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`princess : hee. thx so much gurl. heh. im not gon delete. *promise*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'B' : whee! aku nmpk ko tadi! whee!! haha..ouh ouh ouh!! and, aku suke kasot ko!! lawa! i loikeee.. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.&lt;br /&gt;will update tomorrow eyy.&lt;br /&gt;*promise*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now, keep the tags coming in!&lt;br /&gt;tc. have the greatest weekend.&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111424509568595176?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111424509568595176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111424509568595176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111370871028342017</id><published>2005-04-17T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T20:31:50.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i`m thinking whether i should have this blog deleted?&lt;br /&gt;hmms. suggestions pls pple?&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos. yesterday was so fun fun fun!!&lt;br /&gt;i love Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;and it was so well-spent with ET and my sis.&lt;br /&gt;heh. we camwhored the whole day through.&lt;br /&gt;pictures are up. click on "girls night out (160405) " if u wana look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met ET @ Orchard MRT stat.&lt;br /&gt;then went to Lucky Plaza to have our late lunch.&lt;br /&gt;after which we walked to Far East and ET shopped like there`s no tmrw. hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to this one store which sells earstuds, beads and vintage clothing - and we posed with shades on.&lt;br /&gt;the nyonya was obviously furious with us.&lt;br /&gt;kept giving us that &lt;em&gt;"eh..lu mau beli ke tidak? lu takmo beli, lu klua ah.. takmo amek2 gmbr kat kedai gua"&lt;/em&gt; look.&lt;br /&gt;wahahh. but who cares. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while walking around @ heerens, it happened. it was like love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;i found myself dumbstrucked by his beauty.&lt;br /&gt;it got me weak and i went "wow.."&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to bring him home with me.&lt;br /&gt;that black tote bag was gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;absolutely unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i dint get it. i dint have enough $ with me.&lt;br /&gt;why? cause i spent a quarter of the $ i brought from home on candies. guess i should collect some more $. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;but anyhoos, i got myself a bracelet. its nice and im in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after camwhoring, gossipping, window-shopping as well as shopping (ah. get it?), we went straight to nenek`s place.&lt;br /&gt;took the mrt and alighted at Khatib.&lt;br /&gt;obviously the train was so crowded.&lt;br /&gt;but most alighted at Orchard and so we rushed for empty seats.&lt;br /&gt;and i really mean - RUSH.&lt;br /&gt;i was tryna get the seat beside ET &lt;em&gt;(bukan kanchiong la. cuma rush je! ) &lt;/em&gt;when a man 20times my size&lt;em&gt; (ok. im exaggerating. but hes big and scary looking ok.)&lt;/em&gt; nudged me real hard.&lt;br /&gt;to be exact -  die siku kepala aku.&lt;br /&gt;i cried "owh! kepala aku!!" - obviously i dint notice that there were two Malay boys looking.&lt;br /&gt;hahh. and they laughed at me. kurang ajar betul mamat2 tu. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were listening to songs from Et`s mp3 when this one apek boarded the train.&lt;br /&gt;i swear he was so cute and farni.&lt;br /&gt;he kept jumping around like a mad man.&lt;br /&gt;ET and i kept saying he`s into emo cause he has this sad expression on his face and he stares at the floor for so long - like posing for a band`s album cover.&lt;br /&gt;hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan and i smsed each other from 9pm to 3am last night.&lt;br /&gt;how crazee was that.&lt;br /&gt;absolute insanity.&lt;br /&gt;and i don`t think we would have stopped sms-ing if my batt wasn`t low. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;but surprisingly, i woke up rather early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;sheeshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. crap.&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great Sunday everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps : ET and akak, lets go out again after my mid year exams. and please dont laugh at the thought that i`m still sitting for mid year papers while you chicks are enjoying poly life. grr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Niss, i so want to meet up with you at Cine yest!! but sheesh - our cars din`t collide eyy?. lets spend some time together one day babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111370871028342017?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111370871028342017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111370871028342017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-thinking-whether-i-should-have-this.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111345536190805884</id><published>2005-04-14T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:07:02.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to whom it may concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so gobsmackingly surprised to see how judgemental you can be.&lt;br /&gt;like - oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;no. make it OH! MY! GOD!&lt;br /&gt;fyi, i dont like it when you diss him like as if you know him more than i do.&lt;br /&gt;cause, ma`am. you dont. you DONT.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i could just spell out that word &lt;strong&gt;"DON`T"&lt;/strong&gt; right in your face but i just don`t feel like looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you hung up on me.&lt;br /&gt;how rude.&lt;br /&gt;just so you know - i can be rude too.&lt;br /&gt;i actually paid attention to the television more than the words that came out of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;ouh. and, yes, here`s some more.&lt;br /&gt;i playfully twisted the telephone cord as well as the wire while pretending to listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;oops. then again, the phone was not even near my ear.&lt;br /&gt;see? i`m rude too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to know something?&lt;br /&gt;well, even if you said NO, i bet you`re dying to know what.&lt;br /&gt;i wake up every morning with this one thought in my head : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hi. my name is amalina and i love shafian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh. you don`t like it?&lt;br /&gt;well. its okay.&lt;br /&gt;i never needed you to like it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said i`ve changed.&lt;br /&gt;and you said its because of him.&lt;br /&gt;well. i totally disagree with you on that.&lt;br /&gt;do i need to explain? well, i suppose not. cause most of my explanations would only lead to more arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m sick really.&lt;br /&gt;i`m so sick of tryna make you understand. to just speak up and TALK to you.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish you could just try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;but you NEVER do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be able to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;confide in you.&lt;br /&gt;tell you about the guys i had crushes on and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;you were like a friend.&lt;br /&gt;however, one fateful evening, you started treating me differently.&lt;br /&gt;you never ask "how was school" or "any problems".&lt;br /&gt;in short - you don`t bother and you don`t care.&lt;br /&gt;i`m not as idiotic as you thought ma`am.&lt;br /&gt;i have brains and eyes to think and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you`re turning into a few of my makciks.&lt;br /&gt;yes, my makciks and pakciks.&lt;br /&gt;those makciks and pakciks who perhaps write down "GOLDEN RULES" on a paper and have it pasted on every wall of their house to make sure their children obeys them.&lt;br /&gt;i don`t mean to compare. i don`t even want to.&lt;br /&gt;but you see ma`am, their children are just like me too.&lt;br /&gt;you really should broaden your mindset and stop thinking about "what would people think".&lt;br /&gt;its a free world ma`am.&lt;br /&gt;you can`t close peoples` mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don`t like me to be with someone, i`m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;but i think it`s a case of "us-without-you".&lt;br /&gt;sorry if this was harsh. but i think you were harsh-er than me.&lt;br /&gt;and i`m so hurt by your words. i feel like crying but i can`t.&lt;br /&gt;i`m not that delicate. you know i`m not.&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to be perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But nothing was worth it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don`t believe it makes me real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I`d thought it`d be easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But no one believes me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I meant all the things that I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe it`s in my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I`d say all the words that I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to see if it would show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I`m trying to let you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I`m better off on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;__________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111345536190805884?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111345536190805884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111345536190805884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111310734723908753</id><published>2005-04-10T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T21:29:07.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it`s proven that Azri needs to seek medical help.&lt;br /&gt;he`s been sending me stoopid (and i really mean STUPID) cartoons (to be exact = stick men and women) by msn chats.&lt;br /&gt;he labelled one of the sick stick women as me and one is himself.&lt;br /&gt;he then drew one holding a knife on his right hand and MY so-called HEAD on his other.&lt;br /&gt;which=i`m dead. he killed me. literally. technically. physically. verbally. msn-ly. ouh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;he`s proven insane. azri, ur one crazee dude. u better go check your health stauts before it gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my layout again.&lt;br /&gt;i don`t know why i did so.&lt;br /&gt;boredom forced me into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the font are bigger now.&lt;br /&gt;its convenient for people like me who has to get my glasses everytime i log into the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh. the music video is not working. or isit?&lt;br /&gt;i don`t know. pardon me if it stops playing.&lt;br /&gt;i`ll make sure it does in a few days eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently im blabbing about my ouh-so-boring blog.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i can get so neurotic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the zillionth time in 17 years, i was accused of trying to steal someone`s boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;my reaction= lol.&lt;br /&gt;even if i`m not attached, best believe i won`t go around flirting regardless of whether he is or is not attached.&lt;br /&gt;and it`s such a shame that the guy has been telling his gf that i`ve been trying to get close to him.&lt;br /&gt;excuse the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;what were you thinking boy?&lt;br /&gt;going around telling people that i`ve been flirting with u?&lt;br /&gt;get a life la brother.&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY pity your gf. having to believe and trust those words that comes out from your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think people talk too much about me.&lt;br /&gt;its eww just to know that some girls think about me often.&lt;br /&gt;do i appear in their dreams too just like Yan and Utt appears in mine?&lt;br /&gt;hmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a pity some lil princesses are greatly affected with the way i am or the things i`ve got.&lt;br /&gt;can`t you just live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i`m ouh-so-thankful i found great friends whom i know i can really rely on.&lt;br /&gt;for instance, Ross, Syu, Lina, Niss and not forgetting Salina, my cousin who stands up for me everytime pple tries to mess with me.&lt;br /&gt;with gurlfriends like you sweetcakes, i could care less about the gurls who tryna bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;*kisses and hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, am glad i found Yan.&lt;br /&gt;hes the king of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;the one who never fails to make me smile and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;i heart him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111310734723908753?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111310734723908753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111310734723908753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-proven-that-azri-needs-to-seek.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111301042222284299</id><published>2005-04-09T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T18:33:42.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mama was the 5th person to say i`ve been eating alot.&lt;br /&gt;had two bowls of Mee Soto followed by more chocolate bicuits and some cookies last two nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eh2. dek, asek makan je.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she then turned to face baba, with that disapproving look on her face.)&lt;br /&gt;eh kaoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mkn byk salah. tak mkn langsung salah.&lt;br /&gt;but anyhoos, its unusual really.&lt;br /&gt;i`ve been eating alot these days.&lt;br /&gt;been silently munching slices of bread with peanut butter in class while pretending to listen to Ms Seah`s boring lessons.&lt;br /&gt;hmms. guess the fetish to eat so much would just go away in a week`s time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog entries are getting boring aren`t they.&lt;br /&gt;yadayada-ing about school and Yan and myself. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;you people must be boreeeddd reading all this tosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE lesson=ripping me apart.&lt;br /&gt;we played softball.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i`m not a good ball catcher.&lt;br /&gt;before the lesson ends, mr soh actually said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"AMELINA &lt;strong&gt;(yes, that`s how he pronounced my name A-ME-LI-NA")&lt;/strong&gt; go and practise. your catching is simply atrocious."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he could have just stabbed me in the heart right there and then.&lt;br /&gt;when it was my turn to field, he said again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ahh. amelina &lt;strong&gt;(it sounds gooey.)&lt;/strong&gt;, the one with the never-eat-rice look."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argggghhhh. i wish i could kick him in his groin and make him a disabled man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i eat rice.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, im just not a good ball catcher. don`t try to make me onnnneeee.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i still heart mr soh cause hes cute. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;i`m all alone now.&lt;br /&gt;akak`s out with baba.&lt;br /&gt;mama`s working today.&lt;br /&gt;i`m getting hungry again.&lt;br /&gt;ouh sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gon go food-hunting now.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-the more people try to tell me that my relationship with Yan is gon be just temporary, the more determined i am to prove to them otherwise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111301042222284299?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111301042222284299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111301042222284299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/04/mama-was-5th-person-to-say-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111278899956099624</id><published>2005-04-06T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T05:03:19.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night was abit emotional.&lt;br /&gt;we (abg ayul, akak, ET and me) sat on nenek`s bed and talked to her.&lt;br /&gt;kinda consoled and tried to get her to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but we couldn`t.&lt;br /&gt;despite her condition, nenek kept making us laugh with her jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was pretty okay,&lt;br /&gt;i was okay - until alang  and nenek embraced and akak cried (told you she was sensitive!)&lt;br /&gt;and ET and i followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;like oh my gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite my effort to maintain some composure, a big fat tear sneaked past my guard and rolled down my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn`t look at akak. cause i know i`ll cry more. so i just stared at nenek and kept smiling like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time i felt so vulnerable - knowing that a close kin is gon leave us all when the time comes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its true that our little lives are part of a much bigger pattern.&lt;br /&gt;it rains. and it shines again.&lt;br /&gt;everything would be all right.&lt;br /&gt;it`s something humans has to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, i really5 hope nenek`s gon be fine.&lt;br /&gt;she`s gota be.&lt;br /&gt;and to those who tagged,&lt;br /&gt;Ross, Effa and Mas.&lt;br /&gt;ouh. u girls are sweet. thanks alot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 19th birthday to Hakim, my "to-be-brother-in-law"?&lt;br /&gt;*hmmms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dear friend called me up this evening.&lt;br /&gt;and told me of a problem shes facing.&lt;br /&gt;what else but matters of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;haish-es.&lt;br /&gt;i pity her. alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so so so furious at the guy who broke her heart into millions of pieces.&lt;br /&gt;it was so maddening that i swear if i were to see him in a posh restaurant anywhere in this world,&lt;br /&gt;i would reach across the table for his steak knife and stab him right through the heart.&lt;br /&gt;i would hold him by the throat and stick a fork right into his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i would lacerate his stupid face with a broken plate.&lt;br /&gt;i would smash his glass on the table and grind the broken shards into his groin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats NOTHING compared to the pain he caused.&lt;br /&gt;ouh some boys.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, sweets, i know you`ll be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;brace yourself babe.&lt;br /&gt;be strong and don`t ever ever ever give in to that numbnut cause he don`t deserve u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;its 8 at night and i`m getting hungry and stil has not taken a bath.&lt;br /&gt;k shoo.&lt;br /&gt;i`m gone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111278899956099624?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111278899956099624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111278899956099624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-night-was-abit-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111269042705945967</id><published>2005-04-05T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T01:40:27.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a few minutes ago, i was cracking my ouh-so-empty head, tryna figure out anything interesting to blog today.&lt;br /&gt;then, like a few seconds later, akak came into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akak : dek, tuition pkul brape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku : err. 5+ gitu ahh. knape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akak : ouh k. mama amek half-day tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku : ishk. uat ape? mesti penat nye pasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akak : tkla. mama rush to Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku : eh.. knape kak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akak : nenek tgh nazak. ET and baba smue da kat situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku mcm : whatttttttttt. tell me you`re lying altho i know ur such a bad liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon after, akak went out to watch Triple 9 on tv. i`m sure she`s feeling sad but she refuse to cry infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was discharged yesterday morning. and now... ouh life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m just so overwhelmed with emotions right now.&lt;br /&gt;although nenek did not literally brought me up when i was younger, i feel that - ouh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;she`s still my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;the one whose home i always go to every Saturday night (before she was admitted to the hospital) to have dinner and just laugh my socks off.&lt;br /&gt;the one who would cook a lot of dishes for us after knowing we`re coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so very hope she`ll be fine.&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/8921578-111269042705945967?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111269042705945967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111269042705945967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-few-minutes-ago-i-was-cracking-my.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111250674270531013</id><published>2005-04-03T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T21:39:02.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheeshness to the mighty core.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m sodding bored at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blurghs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why can`t Sundays be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow is Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should i be happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;answer : absolutely no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chemistry make-up lesson at 3 is gon murder me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;50 mins in class was like a trip to hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what more a 2-hour make up lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still, i should never whine right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neurotic cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i suddenly have the urge to eat soto ayam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soto ayam is like Chocolate Freckles Peak @ Swensens to me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heavenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why must i crave for soto ayam now seyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of all things to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why not cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blurghss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smalam was an ok-leh-tahan saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up early then rushed to HPB to have my backbone checked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the doctor said my spine is..bent? eww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, anyhoos - i`m to eat lots and lots and lots of yoghurt and milk and cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anything that contains calcium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are chocolates part of the calcium family..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i was bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decided to call Yan from the hospital last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dah excited nak dgr suare die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skali...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;realised i din`t bring enough coins with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku mcm : kenape bodoh sgt ni amaaallll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dint get to talk to him last night and my prepaid was running low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so. i wish to pacify and pamper myself with tv shows and whatever`s left to eat in the kitchen before a trip to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, nenek is still in the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24th day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sighs. hope she gets well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toodles. toodles. toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111250674270531013?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111250674270531013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111250674270531013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/04/sheeshness-to-mighty-core.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111243704726931399</id><published>2005-04-02T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T03:04:26.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love Fridays, but yesterday was an exceptionally lovely Friday.&lt;br /&gt;cause i gota spend it with my only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Ross and Shamir at the MRT stat and then made our way to PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Eye 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s a &lt;s&gt;really&lt;/s&gt; nice movie.&lt;br /&gt;but i don`t really understand what happened in the end.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it`s worth watching i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then walked around and camwhored the night through. (yes, all uploaded.)&lt;br /&gt;decided to walk to Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. we kept walking in circles when actually Esplanade is only 15-20 mins from PS?&lt;br /&gt;heh. we finally spot the big durian but it was such a pity, Ross had to go home already.&lt;br /&gt;so, Snow White and her prince went home leaving me and mine to walk to the Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;that`s when we saw Ifran..that metalhead.&lt;br /&gt;(it was nice bumping into you, Mr Italy. thanks for the flyers btw! and yes, i heed your advice and did not get any dressing down from my parents when i got home.. hee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story short - yesterday was well-spent with the greatest pple on planet Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Ross was sweet - as always.&lt;br /&gt;Shamir was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Yan was forever smiling and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/April%200105%20Outing/AprilFoolsOuting001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Mr Shamir entertaining himself with songs. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/April%200105%20Outing/Grayscale.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Mr Shafian. yes, he loves the camera more than me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="209" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/April%200105%20Outing/theguys.jpg" width="157" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="176" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/April%200105%20Outing/thegurls.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__the gurls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="186" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/April%200105%20Outing/AprilFoolsOuting019.jpg" width="167" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Ross and Shamir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/April%200105%20Outing/editted2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Amal and Yan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111243704726931399?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111243704726931399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111243704726931399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-love-fridays-but-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111192415825847220</id><published>2005-03-27T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T03:49:18.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;pardon my absence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well. im backkk. hah. big deal riggghhttt. right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after a weeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m feeling good - not wanting to be reminded that tomorrow`s a Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the day i so very much hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate school days = every weekday except holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get it? gewd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should be in the hosp right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i`m gon have dinner with my Social Studies source-based assignment later followed by a 30 mins supper with my Malay karangan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, i`m apparently a busy girl these days people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Only One&lt;/span&gt; to sing for me over the phone just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after a few minutes of laughs, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"nyanyi-je-la"(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"ala-ok-la-tu"(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;told u he`s my &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ryan Cabrera&lt;/span&gt;. (ahh. roll your eyes people. go ahead. teehee.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still can never believe that he said one of the girls in &lt;em&gt;Fear Factor&lt;/em&gt; (last night) is hot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;define "hot" for me please? heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not forgetting, he mentioned &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Sandra Bullock&lt;/span&gt; is his GF whom he treasures alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hah. me? i said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Freddie Prinze Jr&lt;/span&gt; is mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see, we love to kill each other with a lil help from jealousy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still, i need him like a bad habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yessh. i heart hiiimmm. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mid year exams.&lt;/span&gt; i was told by some teacher (forgot who exactly.) that the mid year exams is in a mth time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blardie hell. just ended common test 2 weeks ago and now - mid year`s around the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then again, what do i expect eyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Levels is gon freak me out. i swear Maths is gon be hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mr lonely by akon.&lt;/span&gt; how cute. and depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isnt it. it should be sung in a funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhoos, i heart the track. its addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh ouh ouh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama got me a pair of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;black Chucks&lt;/span&gt; last Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a black tee from FOX! i heart her more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she promised to get me chocolates later at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*clap hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive got nothing more to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adios pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and miss me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fyi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i heart My Only One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111192415825847220?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111192415825847220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111192415825847220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/03/pardon-my-absence.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111113976169362600</id><published>2005-03-18T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T01:56:01.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;pictures are up (chalet pix).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so go take a look at it if u wana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the holidays is coming to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouhh suckky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish-es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak is out. to SWENSENS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, like *&amp;amp;^%$#@!~.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k, aku ouchy sikit bile die dpat klua &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i wasn`t allowed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, nvm. its ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*wave both hands frantically*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know ur reading my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blueks. and i dont care. ill still type whatever i want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whopeedo. i`m having a silly grin pasted on my face and i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;heh. ok. im thinking of my only one.&lt;br /&gt;ouh gossshhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i.heart.him.to.bits.and.pieces&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad he`s mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok amal. stop the crap.&lt;br /&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we`re going to visit nenek at the hospital tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im bringing my homework along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok. gota go now. ill update again. (i hope)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daa pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and mama, stop staring at the comp screen and continue with your work.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111113976169362600?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111113976169362600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111113976169362600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/03/pictures-are-up-chalet-pix.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111060924824126702</id><published>2005-03-12T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T22:34:08.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new layout AGAIN. heeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know. the layout`s pretty messy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(if u pple notice it la k.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waiting for my dearest akak to finish siap-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish. as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she`ll be the last to get ready cause she so very much loves dressing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hah. right kak? yeahs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k. im so crapping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and have nothing to do but wait and listen to some songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blurghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh. so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just found out that Friendster`s deleting some tetimonials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no wonder macam so lain gitu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, apparently, amalina has nothing else to blog but am just filling in the words to these blanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i better get my arse off the chair and eyes off the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gotta go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take care pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and have a sweet5 enjoyable weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im feelinnggg gooodddd on this Saturday!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wheees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111060924824126702?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111060924824126702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111060924824126702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111053201129359406</id><published>2005-03-11T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T06:03:42.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;friendster`s like so sick right now?&lt;br /&gt;notice that people?&lt;br /&gt;i mean.&lt;br /&gt;i was browsing thru pples` profiles and realise that some testimonials dint appear?&lt;br /&gt;hmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, better make this short.&lt;br /&gt;life`s good.&lt;br /&gt;school`s bad.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;a good thing the one week hols is here.&lt;br /&gt;feeling good now pple. feeling gooodddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andd.&lt;br /&gt;will be having a chalet with the gurls (yes, and guys laa.) on 16th, 17th and 18th march.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;most will be staying over night.&lt;br /&gt;exclude me please.&lt;br /&gt;im not.&lt;br /&gt;awws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow`s Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;and its Efy`s 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday dear gurlfren.&lt;br /&gt;sorie we couldn`t celebrate it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;lets have a feast on Wednesday ok babe.&lt;br /&gt;(im gon give u a big hug on wednesday!! haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;so i have nothing else to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;my head`s empty now.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take care pple and keep those tags coming in!&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.i heart my only one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*teehee*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111053201129359406?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111053201129359406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111053201129359406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/03/friendsters-like-so-sick-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-111009222824705559</id><published>2005-03-06T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T23:02:04.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;friendster is soooo slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like throwing this comp out of the window this very second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to that certain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GIRL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im really pretty annoyed, not least because this is a tiresomely familiar territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"jgn samekan amalina yang dulu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dgn amalina yang skrg"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if u think u know me, think again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u have no slightest clue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so please do not judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i read that tag on my tagboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"*^^*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he`s mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if really want him, please pass me first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-111009222824705559?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111009222824705559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/111009222824705559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/03/friendster-is-soooo-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110999295356516733</id><published>2005-03-05T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T22:47:24.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.my life on a plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms.&lt;br /&gt;been a while since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;miss me pple?&lt;br /&gt;ahh. i sense nods somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame it on school and art and the hidden modem. (get it?)&lt;br /&gt;and yes, on my pure laziness as well.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, im here today.&lt;br /&gt;to rant AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its been a hectic week.&lt;br /&gt;art was taking a lot of my time.&lt;br /&gt;serious shyt.&lt;br /&gt;had to stayback till late in the evening to do art.&lt;br /&gt;and its damn tidious.&lt;br /&gt;danny and i sure wasted 2 periods of our art lessons on wednesday cause we had to stretch another piece of cloth to a larger frame.&lt;br /&gt;the teacher made me want to break her legs.&lt;br /&gt;ouh art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pimples have been spotted building houses on my face.&lt;br /&gt;ouh life.&lt;br /&gt;it scares me alot that if i catch my reflection in shop windows, i tend to scream with horror rather than tip my head to one side and make measured, composed observations like always.&lt;br /&gt;ok. u know i lied.&lt;br /&gt;im so wanting to get rid of these pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, went out with Danny and Efy last evening.&lt;br /&gt;hee. i love being ard them.&lt;br /&gt;we were camwhores last evening.&lt;br /&gt;took a number of pix. and enjoyed ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho baba were not happy with the fact that i got home late.&lt;br /&gt;need i elaborate pple? yes, shake ur heads now, cause i dont want to either.&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oo. wana take a look at the pictures taken last evening?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go to "gallery" ok pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i gtg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a lovely weekend pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i.heart.my.only.one.to.bits.and.pieces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110999295356516733?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110999295356516733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110999295356516733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110946794439796335</id><published>2005-02-27T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T17:32:24.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.sunday morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heylo there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good mo(u)rning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except that it`s not for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought speakers for my computer last evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no songs can be heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhoos, Last Tear Drop did perfectly good yesterday for the gig?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dear msged me and said he did good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*yayness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still, i feel bad cause i was not there for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aww-z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ill make up to it the next time eyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Ross, im so jealous u guys gota take pictures with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pug Jelly?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up early this Sunday morning to fix the speakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but unfortunately, aint working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess ill be doing Art and practising on my Mathematics later eyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama said we`ll be going out for lunch somewhere. hmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went out to Arab Street with mama, alang, et, abg Ayul and Cik Kamsin yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ET bought the cloth for raya already. heh. *suke ah die*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, in the evening, et went out with Has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soo. left me alonneee. with abg Ayul at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak was out with her guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeshh. Saturday was pretty boring for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otw to Funan It Mall, i told mama that i should have went to the gig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and mama smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see... haish. smlm bile tanye die marah. nari senyum lak aii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow`s Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sgt membosankan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assembly some more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the O Levels results?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. scaree aint it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ms seah said probably he sec5s and sec4 exp classes have to stayback for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so to pple taking their results tomorrow, especially to friends (u know who u are pple) all the best eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110946794439796335?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110946794439796335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110946794439796335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110938766704279749</id><published>2005-02-26T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T19:14:27.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.worst comes to worst.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some shythead actually hacked my friendster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;second account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pple, u read me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;add me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to that numbut who hacked my account and changed my gawddamn profile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never said i`d take this lying down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shythead, that`s not how u spell my bf`s name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a fucktard shall always remain a fucktard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ADD ME AGAIN PPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND DELETE THAT OLD ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tragic issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not attending my bf`s gig today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shall not have it answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. i wana be there for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i cant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*blurghs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he understands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how can i not love him?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhoos, to the band, all the best guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and especially to my man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*heh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110938766704279749?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110938766704279749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110938766704279749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110933131077263790</id><published>2005-02-25T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T03:35:10.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.die bitch die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if this entry is full of vocab and spelling errors, please dont mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause im in no mood to perfect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k. first and foremost, to those who has added me in msn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my OLD account, which is &lt;a href="mailto:tyrannical_gal@hotmail.com"&gt;tyrannical_gal@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go have it delete and block it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause its been HACKED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes numbnuts, its been HACKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by i duno who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so. please add me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back to whatever there is to be blogged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheesh. pardon my rude remarks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im pissed ok pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life`s been so-so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets not elaborate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anyhoos, sports day was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the runners brought glory to the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes, pple, if u noticed, ive changed my layout yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i did it on my own la ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow`s my Mr Ryan Cabrera`s first gig with his band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hes "ouh-so-excited".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im excited for him too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so pple, go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;show your support la eyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its at &lt;strong&gt;The Bar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;klau nak tau lebih lanjut, p kat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROSS &lt;/span&gt;nye blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe. her blog ade flyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*hee. sorry Ross. my photobucket aint working today*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but aiyahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tak sure if i can make it tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`ll plead with mama again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he said he`ll talk to baba if all else fails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shall not go on anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so long and good night pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i heart "Mr Ryan" to bits and pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*kisses*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;am glad you`re mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110933131077263790?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110933131077263790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110933131077263790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110878279826896817</id><published>2005-02-19T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T19:19:04.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.not killing me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its saturday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and none of my family members are talking to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;none = nil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not even my sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well kak, if ur reading this, im not dying ah k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;worst comes to worst, ill survive on my own, in my room, with my own supply of chocolates and choc milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ill not die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one reasoned with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except for baba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who asked me nicely what`s going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she yelled at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right in my gawddamn face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talked to me harshly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as for my 'ouh-sweet-innocent-sister', she ignored me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gave me the cold shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh kak, why the hell am i not surprised?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because its &lt;strong&gt;SO YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;klau ikotkan hati la kan &lt;em&gt;KAKAK KU YANG AMAT TERSAYANG&lt;/em&gt;, i would wana say this right in YOUR face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROT IN HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but why dint i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;obviously, u have your guardian angel protecting you and as for me, ill die being hurled at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh. u know the situation well dear sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;secondly, i still respect u as my elder sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so be thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know it was my mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last night, i shouldnt have got home so late and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, did mama or anyone besides baba even asked?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like maybe, sit beside me and just say "dek.. asal alek mlm sgt? kan tak baik bla3.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would have appreciated that sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;instead, i was being yelled at, and not given a chance to even explain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe some reasoning-s and negotiations would have helped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALOT. TREMENDOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i thought mama would stop there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she went on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comparing me to akak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of how Hakim would send akak home and all if shes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have my own reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why would i even want Mr Ryan to get into my parents good books just so they will have a good impression on him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i very much would want Mr Ryan to be in my parents good books and not have any doubts about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not the kinda girl who would ask my boyfriend to send me home, meet my parents and bla3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not when im sure we`re on the right track, and is sure that`s what we`re really gon do. to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhoos, last night was tremendously fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out with Yan, Ross, Shamir, Leti and.. err. i forgot Leti`s bf`s name. teehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to PS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched Constantine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its a nice movie to watch ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then went to the esplanade rooftop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chilly as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made a move at ard 10 at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he sent me home and yes, he bought me chocolatesss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wheee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he bought me a box of fererro and two Dove chocolate bars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;milk chocolate and hazelnuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and surprisingly, both were my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was supposed to give him the chocolate cookies i baked at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but cause last night mama was already in her extremely furious mood, we decided to meet up today in the evening before he leaves for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee. yes, i baked choclate cookies for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"mould" it into his name. which has 7 letters excluding the initials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it took me hours, mind you. so he better say he like it. or else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi kan.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku takot mama tak bagi klua!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah. serious shyt ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;klau tak bagi, on Monday evening la jawabnye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kesian diee. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh. and did i mention Ross and Shamir is such a cute cute couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh. seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ross is extremely sweet, and we click. Leti was on the quiet side. but shes nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okiee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gota go now pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so slacking and monday`s my common test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*blurghs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110878279826896817?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110878279826896817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110878279826896817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110874284758245838</id><published>2005-02-18T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T08:07:27.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;.180205.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart him.&lt;br /&gt;he hearts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he + me = us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight pple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110874284758245838?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110874284758245838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110874284758245838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110862742397480185</id><published>2005-02-17T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T00:03:43.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;.my unintended choice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helo there.&lt;br /&gt;i just reached home from sch 30 mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;and am doing nothing but blogging.&lt;br /&gt;im lazee, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baba was absolutely out of his mind last night when he asked me this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"adek, u isap rokok eh?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;how weird.&lt;br /&gt;of course its not true and i laughed.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder they say mothers know best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama`s helping me with the choc cookies tonight.&lt;br /&gt;yayness of all yays.&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;if there`s anyone wondering what the cookies are for, *hmms*.&lt;br /&gt;lets just wait till tomorrow comes.&lt;br /&gt;and ill let u pple in on the details.&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so.&lt;br /&gt;monday is already the first two papers of the common test.&lt;br /&gt;and amalina is still slacking.&lt;br /&gt;serious shyt.&lt;br /&gt;haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good thing that algebra wouldnt be included in the paper.&lt;br /&gt;or ill be in double serious shyt.&lt;br /&gt;and ms choo said the question on vectors is gawddamn hard.&lt;br /&gt;and so is the one on LOCI.&lt;br /&gt;haish. i need lotsa good luck to pass these subjects.&lt;br /&gt;please GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;its 4 in the evening and i still hasnt had my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;so toodles now pple.&lt;br /&gt;take care and have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110862742397480185?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110862742397480185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110862742397480185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110855498693951723</id><published>2005-02-16T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T03:56:26.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.heartpain laaa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skrg ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tgh sakit hati sikit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dgn frenster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yang sememangnye menguji kesabaran dan tahap keimanan ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k takpe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku sabar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, heats was pretty ok i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we got 3rd in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am praying and hoping to get through to the finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school was ok today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mdm lee wasnt around, thats the best of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but as always, ms seah`s lesson bored me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i better pamper myself by watching tv now. and wash all disturbing thoughts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110855498693951723?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110855498693951723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110855498693951723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110845507087621138</id><published>2005-02-15T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T03:45:34.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.you crossed my mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so hating my hair now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i had a bad hair day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blurghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow`s the sports heats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;phobia -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;holding the baton ; and running with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at last year`s sports day, i dropped that blardie baton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes, it was humiliating, mind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please, lets pray and hope it will never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ouh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fana is running 100m for our class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes so nervous. and scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know she`ll read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*go fana. go fana. go fana go.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol. amal is lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wattheheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toodles now everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a great week ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110845507087621138?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110845507087621138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110845507087621138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110836873455793165</id><published>2005-02-14T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T00:12:45.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.i`m going bonkers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haikel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry i was rude to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry i was so harsh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry about whatever i said last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so so so so sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please forgive me cause i wouldnt wana lose a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*dear Mr Ryan Cabrera*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like my first time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I caught fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just stay with m&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110836873455793165?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110836873455793165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110836873455793165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110830246406672843</id><published>2005-02-13T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T05:47:44.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.roses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from weekend grocery shopping at NTUC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spent a bomb there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it felt funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at TM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there were surprisingly, a whole lot of couples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with roses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RED, i shall say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and love-shaped chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the moment we reached NTUC, there was this booth selling roses for Valentines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh red roses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, ade this mamat ni kan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beli fererro rocher and a bouquet of red roses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama said &lt;em&gt;"ni mesti da ade gerl la kan dek.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh. how romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhoos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m blardie happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought lotsa chocolates for me myself and i - and paid by mama, herself and just her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`ll share with akak and the rest laa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not that cruel la eyy.&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soooo - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wont be going out with mr Ryan tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday would be it then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and no, he dint kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hes able to sms again now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im ouh-so-happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow`s monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and theres assembly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for 50 hellish minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entertain me someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY PPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(for tomorrow that is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110830246406672843?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110830246406672843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110830246406672843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110818015036094645</id><published>2005-02-12T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T19:49:10.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.i love the weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good morning pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the weekend`s here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*jumping around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its 11:13 in the morning and i`m still sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can`t help it la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i slept at 2+ in the morning and woke up at 8+.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*beaming proudly*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i deserve some credit ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause its not like i always wake up before 9 on SATURDAYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be going out with mama and akak later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duno where to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hopefully to Geylang or Bugis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i`m craving for the Soto Ayam there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haiyahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wana get a new pair of jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;super low cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;light blue would be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wouldnt want it tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lil loose would be great la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my wallet`s dried up now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess ill have to start saving AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*blurghs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was thinking about this Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentines&lt;/strong&gt; eyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt; gawddammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and welliiiiieeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`ll be going out with mr Ryan that day, after sch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which means, i have to rush back home (not that its really a problem), and get my hmwk done; my art sketches especially in like.. an hour`s time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that`s near impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mayb i should call Mr Ryan up and tell him that Monday`s a bad day and we should make it on a Friday instead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh. he wont kill me would he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i certainly hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my eyes are in great pain AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama is so gon kill me if she hears this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shyts ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think its the contact lenses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or something`s just wrong with my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*cries in pain*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110818015036094645?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110818015036094645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110818015036094645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_110818015036094645.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110813916071435311</id><published>2005-02-12T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T17:39:57.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.sunspots and raindrops.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okeyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so today was PERFECCCTTT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love fridays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Orchard w Et and akak just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;headed straight to Far East at 5+ and i bought a new black belt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness of all yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, walked ard to look for my wristbands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought two of which cost me less than $10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loikkkeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, headed to FOX and i bought myself a longsleeve black tee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can proudly say i am in love with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ET got herself a tee as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for her prince too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*aww.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes, akak got herself a green tee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it looks perfectly good on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before heading back home, we sat at the "Taka`s Garden"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and took pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;click &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/album/271515819lmQJpi"&gt;[here]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone`s happy with someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ET`s happily back with Has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak`s madly in love with Hakim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;welliiieee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for me to know and you to find out eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to PS and Istana on the second day of CNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(100205).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and snapped more pictures.go check it out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/album/271491962zhDgfL"&gt;[here]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gota go now pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess its time to get to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toodles now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*good night "mr Ryan".&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;``only one`` eyy.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110813916071435311?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110813916071435311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110813916071435311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110794068597280749</id><published>2005-02-09T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T02:39:49.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.it`s been awhile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wednesday`s here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time sure flies faster than the bullet train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can`t believe that the weekend`s 2 days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arash Naufal&lt;/strong&gt;`s the name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kak Yan`s newborn babyboy i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has blonde hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and fair skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he smiles everytime mama blow in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he weighs less than 3kg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and is so fragile and small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just wana kiss him and never let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;Mr Ryan Cabrera&lt;/strong&gt; is unable to sms me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you call my name it's like a little prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the midnight hour, I can feel your power&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goes out to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-my only one-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;___&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110794068597280749?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110794068597280749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110794068597280749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110784397216778776</id><published>2005-02-08T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T22:28:28.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.melting.in.YOUR.eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so the CNY`s celebration was bo-ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;absolutely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could only hear haiz-es and more haiz-es from everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except for laughters from some corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*The Used rocks my socks. gaah!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be going out in the evening later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gon see Kak Yan`s new babyboy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his name is &lt;strong&gt;Arash&lt;/strong&gt; something something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(nice eyy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cik Yati said he looks like an Iran child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;biase la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mak bapak lawa. mesti anak lawa kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ryan Cabrera"&lt;/strong&gt; just made my day with his previous sms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whee of all whees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;marry me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lie to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and try to say you never will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110784397216778776?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110784397216778776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110784397216778776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_110784397216778776.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110777487494180262</id><published>2005-02-07T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T22:28:49.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.opposite attracts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bear with me pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is gon be LOOONNNNGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets start off with last Saturday, 050205.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kak Ila`s wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wana see the pix? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;click [&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/thatgurl101"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;AND [&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/album/267572736SwggFs"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all else was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we welcomed our new cousin, Abg Faizal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seeing kak Ila in her wedding gown made me go "when will it be my turn?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee. ala. ckp je pe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bukan aku nak kawin skrg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;060205&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sunday was the big day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where we had to do alot of walking and smiling and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, everything went smoothly as planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just that everyone was so tired. but it paid off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw a schmate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not sure of her name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one petite laydee with a sweet smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ur reading this, pls tag me again eyy? heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, want more pix?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;click [&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/album/266856195VCRNPO"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/A&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was ok i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had a slight fever in sch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i kept sneezing and my head was so heavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just wanted to rest it on the table the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, lucky for me, Danny, Lina and Fana took care of me in sch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fana, especially, for her packets of tissue. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as always, "Ryan" was hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his smile makes my fever go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwahaha. dramatic sak aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wellie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i gota talk to him on the phone tadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and as always, he made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nari emo sikit ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry ye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*blueks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maths test was ouchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could do the first parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when it came to "angle APB = 90 degress so that bla bla bla"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went "wth."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then. the last 5 mins, i suddenly thought of the possible answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too late then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and cause i dint feel so gd, i couldn`t reli concentrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pls let me pass my maths test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, akak is so blardie lucky sey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hakim surprised her tadi after sch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he fetched her home and gave her a necklace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so sweeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak went home and was abt to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE`S OVERLY EMOTIONAL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(dont u dare deny it numbnut! heheee.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she said &lt;em&gt;"adek. hakim kate die tkle celebrate Valentines Day. And surprised me in sch tadi. he gave me this."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(taking out a red box tide in red ribbon from SK jewellery.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i went &lt;em&gt;"ouh gawwwwwddddddd."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was soooo awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so romanticcc!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wana be in her shoes pls?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and let Mr Ryan Cabrera be Hakim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLEASE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;besok half day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be dismissed at 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness of all yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still, i have Maths period lerr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blardie hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shall end this here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR TO ALL CELEBRATING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110777487494180262?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110777487494180262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110777487494180262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110757224079581194</id><published>2005-02-05T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T18:57:20.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.shall we dance?.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a great movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall We Dance&lt;/em&gt; i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so after 2 years of friendship and 2 coincidential bumps, we met again last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zul i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally eyy Zul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, had fun with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice guy to be around eyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*thanks for the movie. the next time, itll be on me.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so Kak Ila`s getting married today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im all excited to see her in the wedding gown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oops. then again. she`ll be wearing them tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haiyahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`ve seen her bedroom. and i`ve fallen deeply in love with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ill get back to "Ryan" as soon as i get over Kak Ila`s bedroom eyy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its superb-ly done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whee. i wana have my bedroom decorated that way when i get married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ye, aku tau. aku mina kawin2. korng tak suke tkpe, aku suke pe! *lol*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak is yelling the lyrics to some Kris Dayanti`s song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and mind you, shes making a mess out of the diva`s song ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and some more leh tanye "sedap kan suare akak?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*stop it akak.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ade ke patot smlm aku receive msg dari seseorang ni yg menuduh aku rampas matair die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adoooi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cik adek oi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;klau ye pon, go feed urself with the right information before resorting to this la kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if u were to ask nicely, id have been ok with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but your definition of "nice" seems to closer to sarcasm plus rude rather than "just asking" as you`ve said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhoos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we`ve got a chalet for the March holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its at Changi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness of all yays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tho its not exactly as convenient as at Pasir Ris, hope itll not be boring ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess i`ll end this entry now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or u pple will be bored with my rants. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toodles pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110757224079581194?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110757224079581194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110757224079581194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110749875011677586</id><published>2005-02-04T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:48:04.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.spoon feed my heart please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this something is for that someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.you.know.who.you.are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; - i`m not ignoring you and i agree that ignorance aint the best solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt; - i`m sorie i hurt your feelings but i never meant to do that, i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;third&lt;/strong&gt; - yes. i went quiet. but it has nothing to do about you. or me. or us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fourth - i do not have SOMEONE right NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fifth &lt;/strong&gt;- i still am not ready for a relationship. u know that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sixth&lt;/strong&gt; - you`re wrong. i never lied to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seventh &lt;/strong&gt;- i do care about your feelings. do you care abt mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eighth &lt;/strong&gt;- perhaps age do matters. but it doesnt sum up to anything, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i come every night to watch him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to take his hand and take him away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take him home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.so.i.write.you.another.love.song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.but.cant.make.up.the.word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110749875011677586?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110749875011677586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110749875011677586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110733902887845109</id><published>2005-02-02T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T03:25:34.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.when all else fails.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the universe was only temporary, when u put it into a large enough time frame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dint want to trust &lt;strong&gt;"temporary"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right now, i`m resisting the urge to hold my head in my hands and moan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just come to realise that the more i resist his friendly overtures, the more polite he acted, as if i was a very exclusive club he was trying to get into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought i should stop rewarding my rudeness and quit acting like a paparazzo trying to coax a picture of Princess Anne (whoever she is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the trouble :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`d start assessing and judging, even though i`d promised myself i wouldn`t. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so far, i`d resisted the fatal next step - &lt;strong&gt;MAKING SUGGESTIONS&lt;/strong&gt; - but my tongue was getting callused from biting back the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mistake was in convincing myself that if you really want things to work out, if your intentions are good, then things will turn out all right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not that i necessarily document this silly philosophy of mine with objective evidence.&lt;br /&gt;but by and large i`d believed it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whoever said life is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;.almost there.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I hear you right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause I thought you said &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's think it over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have been my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I never planned &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Growing old without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shadows bleeding through the light &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the love once shined so bright &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Came without a reason &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let go on us tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Love's not always black and white &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't I always loved you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; But when I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're almost here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know that's not enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when I'm with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I'm close to tears 'cause your only almost here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would change the world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I had a chance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh won't you let me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treat me like a child &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throw your arms around me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh please protect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Bruised and battered by your words &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dazed and shattered how it hurts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't I always loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; But when I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're almost here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I never knew how far behind i`d left you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; And when I hold you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You`re almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I'm sorry that I took our love for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; And now I'm with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I'm close to tears 'cause I know I'm almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only almost here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110733902887845109?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110733902887845109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110733902887845109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110726297249060248</id><published>2005-02-01T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T05:02:52.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.love and forebearance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dear &lt;strong&gt;Valentine,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this year, i am unable to celebrate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m ouh so not expecting you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think that on your birthday, &lt;strong&gt;14th February&lt;/strong&gt;, i shall go to school and drown myself in books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i shall spend my evening talking to my &lt;strong&gt;Mr Ryan Cabrera&lt;/strong&gt;, whom i wish will not have a date as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dear &lt;strong&gt;Valentine&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why must you "come" on a Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish that you will go away and come back only when i found my Mr Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m so wondering why u are reading this entry which is full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m so crapping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i dont care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wana be with my &lt;strong&gt;Mr Ryan Cabrera&lt;/strong&gt; can or not? heee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110726297249060248?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110726297249060248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110726297249060248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110716185407551030</id><published>2005-01-31T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T00:57:34.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.the beautiful letdown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if it`s like&lt;strong&gt; "AN ARROW THROUGH YOUR HEART",&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it`s so much worse for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u have no idea what it was like for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO IDEA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOT EVEN THE SLIGHTEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Salina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you`re mad at him, -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SLIT HIS WRISTS, KICK HIS BALLS AND FEED IT TO THE BIRDS AT THE OPEN FIELD NEAR YOUR AREA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least, it`s him who bleeds, and not you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and please dont start slitting your wrists no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause it`s not worth it babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_maybe i should just kill myself rather than read those words he has to say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the first time in my entire life, i actually miss my &lt;strong&gt;Ryan Cabrera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh. he know who he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blurghs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110716185407551030?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110716185407551030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110716185407551030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110692003772684887</id><published>2005-01-28T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T05:48:53.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.the last?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m so addicted to &lt;strong&gt;One Last.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes - by Taufik, the Singapore Idol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whoah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the singer as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was superb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;exceptionally good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went shopping with akak tadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first was to Bishan Junction 8, where we had to collect the shoes we reserved at the Fila outlet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, mama needed us to go over to her workplace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since it was still early, we walked around and i had my very late lunch at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went to Se&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;wang Music Centre there to get Taufik`s cd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes - it goes to show i`m not his biggest fan eyy since i bought it later than most pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still - we bought it ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while waiting for ET and mama, i couldn`t help but fall in love with the photos in Taufik`s cd cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adoooiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made our way to PS in the late evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama shopped like there`s no tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she bought bags from Fila and some tees for akak, baba and myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i simply love the black tee mama bought for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*i love u mama.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i eyed a long-sleeve blouse there, and tried it on, but i looked awful in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so ET decided to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its a pity the colour she wanted was out of stock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*aww ET, nanti kite p shopping lagi k. wink wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least she got herself an umbrella and a bag!! hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m listening to&lt;strong&gt; One Last&lt;/strong&gt; for the millionth time now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the lyrics are meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can hear akak`s PLEADINGS from here. sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she`s basically persuading mama and baba to get us a new digicam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, with the new functions and that 6.0 mega pixel thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she`s so good at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blurghs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bo-&lt;em&gt;ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We both know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it`s better if we just let it go."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110692003772684887?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110692003772684887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110692003772684887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110682688803103810</id><published>2005-01-27T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T03:54:48.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.uneasy silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cut out my heart and watch me bleed, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess it was a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i know things wouldn`t go the way we planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was proven right - yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m really trying to hang onto my sorrows which is being stoked by pain and pity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what must i say to make things better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or what i should NOT say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stress? or do i "enjoy thinking"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they say that stress is aging, in which case my insides feel like i`m double my years now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m well-aware that i`m walking down a boulevard full of regrets and sorrows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but would anyone care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the more things change, the more they stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"you know i do too. u know that. and please remember."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110682688803103810?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110682688803103810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110682688803103810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110681342372503861</id><published>2005-01-27T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T00:10:23.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i read my tagboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and am pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pissed with the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dumbfcuks&lt;/span&gt; who posed as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and pple keep thinking it was me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hell-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why the hell would i want to diss my own friends for no gawdamn reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shall not continue with this no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if you pple noticed, ive changed my layout. yayness of all yays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110681342372503861?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110681342372503861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110681342372503861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-read-my-tagboard.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110664811787546611</id><published>2005-01-25T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T02:19:05.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate the logic of boys which is heartbreaking in its simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they talk out of their arse.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;and, - it confuses me.&lt;br /&gt;but, trying the reassuring track is a good way of putting the disturbing thoughts to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;aku stress.&lt;br /&gt;aku stress pasal Maths aku,&lt;br /&gt;aku stress pasal Art theme aku,&lt;br /&gt;aku stress pasal pimple baru yang tertimbul kat dahi aku ni skrg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh.&lt;br /&gt;today`s Iffah`s 6th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday To You.&lt;br /&gt;*smooches and hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Swensens at Airport last night.&lt;br /&gt;i had CFP (choc freck peak) as always, and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Hafiy was sooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;main te&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;k2 ngn die.&lt;br /&gt;and he kept going "coonng! coong!"&lt;br /&gt;which means "shoot shoot?" haha.&lt;br /&gt;hes such an eye candy.&lt;br /&gt;i would want a baby boy when i get married.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will end this entry with pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Me%20and%20My%20GurlFriends/amalnira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_me and my baby gurl. the apple of my eye. wakaka. u know i lied. thats me and Shahira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Me%20and%20My%20GurlFriends/DCnb_daegal2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_us. with Bariah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Me%20and%20My%20GurlFriends/IMAG0271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Me%20and%20My%20GurlFriends/DCsweetz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_me and my besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Me%20and%20My%20GurlFriends/gurls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_us all. after a trip to Bariah`s place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Me%20and%20My%20GurlFriends/DChome2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_that`s us at Danny`s place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Me%20and%20My%20GurlFriends/DChome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_us again.&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/8921578-110664811787546611?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110664811787546611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110664811787546611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-hate-logic-of-boys-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110622110180683433</id><published>2005-01-20T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T03:38:21.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m feeling good today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was dismissed early from school cause it`s eve of Hari Raya Haji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before that, met Fadhli at the void deck with Danny, Efy and Eri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh. he`s one changed man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he`s still that same old Fadhli with a nasty temper. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to the shops with mama tadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought chocs, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on our way back, the guys were still hanging around the void deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tak balek2 pulak tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i saw Nilam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i duno why pple has the impression that i hate her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don`t la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can`t find a valid reason to hate her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although we did have some "crisis" in the past when i was with Adi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, hello - emphasise on the word PAST please pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hrm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;besok Hari Raya Haji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which means bsk tgk kambing2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don`t think we`ll be going to Ghufran this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some other mosque ah. north or west side of the island? perhaps ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kak Ita will be there as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which means, i`ll get to meet my darlinks, Hafiy and Ifah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness of the yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking of Hafiy makes me want to get married, have my own babies and live happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m naive, i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m well aware that such things only happens in fairy tales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but no harm dreaming and fantasizing pe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here`s presenting two versions of me myself and i eating LJS fries at Tamp Mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pics thanks to Haikel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/thatgal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was eating and looking awfully ugly. yes. i know. bluek and blueks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/ThaTgUrL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking away. can`t believe Haikel managed to snap this sey. haha. he does wonders ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok da cukop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110622110180683433?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110622110180683433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110622110180683433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110613996639741255</id><published>2005-01-19T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T05:06:06.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;regrets and romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he swore i would never find a guy who will love me more than he do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know that`s true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someday, i`d regret making him leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someday, i`d regret making him cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he said i`d better know that i`m special to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that i should cry my heart out knowing i just lost a guy who was willing to give his all to a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;best believe i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* and i guess i shall be your `perempuan melayu terakhir`. *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loneliness awaits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110613996639741255?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/feeds/110613996639741255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921578&amp;postID=110613996639741255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110613996639741255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110613996639741255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/regrets-and-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110603357357817964</id><published>2005-01-18T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T23:32:53.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got home from sch.&lt;br /&gt;penat seyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lesson was extremely boring.&lt;br /&gt;to such an extent that i find reading more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was bloghopping when i stumble upon Shamir`s blog.&lt;br /&gt;and in case any of you lovebirds, (Ross or Shamir) is reading this, yes, i`ll be going to the gig eyy.&lt;br /&gt;Yan punye pasal, sanggup punye la.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&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/8921578-110603357357817964?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110603357357817964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110603357357817964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-got-home-from-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110594925422213502</id><published>2005-01-17T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:07:34.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my previous entry da hilang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duno what happened.. and now its GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was slightly too nasty actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sch was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;urm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tellingly, no, it`s not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school is NEVER good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its always boring with some boring periods and endless naggings from teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still, do i have a choice here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to add to it, assembly was pretty lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some dance thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the movements are pretty wow-ish ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;other than that, it`s mediocre? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;danny said on the 29th jan gig, kak Dalilah`s frens are performing as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so another reason to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes. at last, i got to talk to Yan on the fone yest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*woo hoo!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so he officially asked me to attend the gig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*wonders*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i suppose i`ll turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haikel`s performing at a hiphop gig this Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont think i`ll be able to attend tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know. i`ve NEVER attended hiphop gig EVER in my ENTIRE LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, go on. laugh. laugh. laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but seriously, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and hiphop?! bad bad match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still, i`ll try la for Haikel`s sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am still thinking which theme should i choose for my O Level arts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (yes ABG ifran, i decided to consider this one, thx to you.) or ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Newborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or just something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we did batik during art lesson just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i paired up with Danny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we did stupid stuff that others do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, the waxing part is hard cause its pretty tidious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the colouring is pretty easy compared to canvas painting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i guess i`ll just stick to canvas painting instead of trying batik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;orang2 ganas mcm aku tkkn ade jodoh ngn batik dan&lt;em&gt; wax.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110594925422213502?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110594925422213502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110594925422213502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-previous-entry-da-hilang.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110571506246405570</id><published>2005-01-14T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T04:16:52.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i blogged twice today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can`t help it pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love sharing my excitement with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muakakaka. sungguh tak klaka, amalina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, i saw Ridwan, my ex pri sch fren, kat dlm MRT to CT Hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;danny said he`s cute. no surprise, he is la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh. tak sangka aku "bercinta" dgan die 6 tahun yg lalu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then made our way to Cineleisure and.. dint expect Taufik (bakal suami ku! *mimpi saja la*) to be there - Se&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;wang Music Centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was *whoah*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hot babey hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi, sudahla kan, aku ni pon tkmo jadi certified groupie yang ikot2 perke&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;ngan hidup Taufik tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just happy to see him actually (huh. mcm kwn lame je..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;later, we went to Taka, Wisma and Wheelock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Efy was one happy laydee when she got the Roxy bag she had been eyeing for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we decided to go to Starbucks near Wheelock but it was packed, so we made a move to TM`s CoffeeBean instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we saw ZulAzri. he works there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chatted with him for a lil while and later, walked around TM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that was when we saw our classmates - the guys i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wan, Mat, Fadli together with Khai and Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;diorg baru balek dari jamming rupenye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dint know that Mat play the drums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*hi-5!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saw Lily at Orchard`s MRT Station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was on her way to meet Dee2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aww. one cute couple eyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would pple say that if i was still Adi`s gerl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, she said some stuff about __.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&amp;amp;^%$#. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i said "heh. gosh. minus two points for him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Lily went "oh gawd. i`m sorry. Dee2 told me about u and __. i`m sorry."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i said "heh. dont be. i heard lotsa shyt about him already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tellingly, i don`t feel like jealous ke marah ke ape kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i felt NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just laughed about it, and went "haha. wat the hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when Danny heard it, she gave me that "ala Amal, no surprise punye la!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wahah. true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh ya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`ve watched Seeds Of Chucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ratings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 out of 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tak logic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, mayb it is, or i`m just too picky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anyways, the whole story is about killing and revenge and shyt like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;betapa mendak nye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but for those who loves these kinda so-called "mepek-lagi-boring" nye thrillers, go catch it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh. and, yes, it`s M18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just checked the caller ID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yan call lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kaoz. dektu slalu call wrong timing tau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi takpe, at least he smsed. yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my N3200 is a numbnut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blurghs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blueks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blearghs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ka-pui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dear Mr-Fatman-with-a-bulging-belly-and-a-long-white-dirty-beard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please send me the Samsung SGH-E800C phone?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110571506246405570?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110571506246405570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110571506246405570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110561929582440688</id><published>2005-01-13T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:31:34.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hold me and kiss me babey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i changed my layout &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did alot of editting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like the pics, and the positions of the id box and all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ouh, this is gon be pretty long. can`t help it, got lots to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, school`s been pretty ok lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess i`m used to the long hours and the never-ending school work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suffer now and lead a &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=good" target="_blank"&gt;good life&lt;/a&gt; later i suppose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday (120105) was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Danny`s&lt;/span&gt; 17th Burfdae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my galfren`s seventeen already eyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would be celebrating tomorrow with Efy, Fana and Danny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh. tellingly, am waiting for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yan`s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tho i know he seldom call me at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he`s been calling yesterday and the day before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i was busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*blurghs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kinda miss talking to him on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(call aku la Yan! heh. mcm la die leh dgr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw, mama told me that Salina has eye infection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish. pity her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has to go to TTS for check up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways cuzzie, hope u get well soon babe, and we can start talking crap again eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hafiy is in playgroup now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he keeps calling &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt; (including his "so-called-friends") 'Mama'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cute la si kecik tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i see him, i`m gon carry and tickle him sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its 8:30 already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gota start on my homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sec5 is a hellish year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BLUEKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110561929582440688?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110561929582440688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110561929582440688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/hold-me-and-kiss-me-babey-i-knowi.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110534569269338451</id><published>2005-01-10T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T00:28:12.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;only have 5 minutes to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this is gon be super short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i suppose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;firstly, wana say sorry to Haikel. (notice something different abt ur "identity" in my blog these days? *winks*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry i upset u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry i was stubborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry u had a hard time convincing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school was ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but art`s a problem now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still thinking of themes for the O Levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELP ME SOMEONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110534569269338451?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110534569269338451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110534569269338451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/only-have-5-minutes-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110514850775895818</id><published>2005-01-08T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T17:41:47.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama`s off to Malacca with her friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baba sent her off tadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but will be back by tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya, one short trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to go to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cik ahmad`s&lt;/span&gt; place later with my cousin, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Amalia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went out with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Efy&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anyways, we dint go to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bras Basah Complex&lt;/span&gt; to get the books that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Efy&lt;/span&gt; wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;instead, we made our way to Orchard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blurghs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was tryna avoid going to Orchard or the town area la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that, made our way to LJS century square sana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where we met &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mat Timberland&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, its &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haikel&lt;/span&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was packed, and, i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, decided to try our luck at TM`s LJS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally managed to get four seats ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after eating, Haikel wana get the boots he reserved at Timberland. (the reason for that nick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to FOX after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that`s when i saw &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Faiz&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Zul&lt;/span&gt;, primary school friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh. nice to know they still remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was near ten, so i had to go home already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boarded 293, with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haikel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*.thank you.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had fun as always, Haikel`s like one of my gurlfriends already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he brightens me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;glad to spend time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yan&lt;/span&gt; called me when i was &lt;em&gt;siap-ing&lt;/em&gt; semalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, the reason to why i was late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, i dont care la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love talking to him on the fone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he has that power to make me smile, even when i`m down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course, he somehow managed to make me listen to him, even if its crap sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;besok p Melaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;confirm panas punye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ET, get the digi camera charged cause we`re so gona take lotsa pix tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110514850775895818?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110514850775895818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110514850775895818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/mamas-off-to-malacca-with-her-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110507452909118459</id><published>2005-01-07T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T22:32:38.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haikel&lt;/span&gt; just smsed and said he saw a gerl in tudung with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the same facial features as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;carbon copy some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*u ehhh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know someone with the name of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADI SUFIAN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who has a girlfriend named &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMALINA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that`s &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FREAKING&lt;/span&gt; freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FREAKING FREAKING FREAKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will update again later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110507452909118459?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110507452909118459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110507452909118459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-haikel-just-smsed-and-said-he-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110500187872693587</id><published>2005-01-06T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T00:57:58.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i`m given a choice, i would climb into bed, close my eyes and let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`ve got so much homework to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and more revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they say, sec5 aint an easy year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turned my hp off and divert calls to my old prepaid num.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(RELAX, I`M NOT USING THAT NUM NO MORE LA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too tired to reply msgs and answer calls right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so pple, pls just call my home eyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reply to taggers :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;doll :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; heh. i`m simple really. thanks babe. lurve ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lina :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wahaha. ifran is forever that way. p melaka this Sunday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ifran :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i`m not goth ok.. heee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asmie :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; aite. tkcr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jim`s gurl :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hey. thx so much. it`s &lt;a href="mailto:tyrannical_gal@hotmail.com"&gt;tyrannical_gal@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; gurl. tkcr! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syadie :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hee. syadie giler, syadie gile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kooh eyy? heh. urs too la gurl. thx eyy! *smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;isha :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hey babe! thx. but urs is nicer la gurl. hee. tkcr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110500187872693587?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110500187872693587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110500187872693587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/if-im-given-choice-i-would-climb-into_06.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110483270857915237</id><published>2005-01-04T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T02:13:12.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`ve got millions of homework to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`ve got to deal with shyt from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my frigging sodding taggie aint werking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u`ve got to click on "refresh" button after tagging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorie pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o, btw, no, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shafian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i are buddies, not a couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he`s my bestest guyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that doesn`t make us a couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok pple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m so fcuking dead, i swear i could kill someone right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bloody hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can`t take any of this shyt no more ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110483270857915237?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110483270857915237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110483270857915237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/ive-got-millions-of-homework-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110473815437037499</id><published>2005-01-03T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T23:42:34.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;just got back from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hell, there are TOO many changes that i have to get used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first, &lt;/span&gt;the fact that school will end at &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2:50&lt;/span&gt; in the late afternoon instead of the usual timing, 1:40.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;second,&lt;/span&gt; there`ll be &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; breaks everyday. a 30mins recess which allow us to go to the canteen to get some food. and the 15 mins toilet break at 12:55.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;third,&lt;/span&gt; PE lessons would only be &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;30mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fourth,&lt;/span&gt; every period takes up &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;50mins&lt;/span&gt; instead of 35mins. (WTH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess i have to deal with that - like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, i saw Yan in school tadi (duh. obviously kan.), and his hairdo was WOW-ISH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he looked really really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was like.. that guy who sang &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beautiful Soul - Jesse McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though i`ve seen his hair in some &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ryan Cabrera&lt;/span&gt; style or some punk hairdo, this was the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ni kalau aku blg die, mesti suke punye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhoos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my class consists of 44 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ramai sak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i like it as much as last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just miss having &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rizad&lt;/span&gt; in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bluntness of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110473815437037499?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110473815437037499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110473815437037499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-got-back-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110454126984985665</id><published>2005-01-01T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T17:01:09.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so its already 1st January 2005.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time sure flies fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dint celebrate countdown really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just went to town, shop at Robinsons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had dinner at Lestari, went to granma`s place for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rushed home to see &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Taufik`s I Dream&lt;/span&gt; music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont see a need to celebrate countdown really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, new year, new life, new love life (hmmmmm), new everything, but i can assure that its gon be the same old me eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m moving on with life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m not gon regret the decisions i made in 2004.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; regret meeting/not meeting anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;regret the actions i made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;resolution?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have more than 3 resolutions every year, but i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; really care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however, i wana make it better this yr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i`ll try to stick to them la eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wishes. resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wana be a good daughter to my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wana be a good student in school (wahahaha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wana be a good friend to my friends, especially Danny and Efy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wana be a good gurlfriend to someone, be there for him, shower him with endless love, and never fail to brighten up his day especially when he`s down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MOST OF ALL, i wana pass my O Levels with my gurlfriends and do my parents proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wana be a better person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thank you to these pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people who has made me a better someone in 2004.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Danny, Efy, Fana, my family, &lt;strong&gt;*you*,&lt;/strong&gt; Adi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially Adi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he left a huge impact in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the one guy who stood by me through rain or shine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the one guy who believed in me when others try to shut me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the one who made me feel like i`m always needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;``i found a reason for me, to change who i used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a reason to start over new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and the reason is you.```&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont think i`ll be blogging as often as i used to last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, continue tagging eyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a great year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*happy new year to you too, baby*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110454126984985665?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110454126984985665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110454126984985665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year-peopleso-its-already.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110437639481341566</id><published>2004-12-30T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T19:26:17.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was browsing through other blogs when i came upon Ifran`s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his entry dated &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28th Dec 2004,&lt;/span&gt; about the killer waves, made me think really hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i don`t &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ENJOY&lt;/span&gt; thinking la ok. i just &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TEND&lt;/span&gt; to think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after reading his entry, i have to say that whatever`s posted there is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apocolypse is drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in most cases like this, i would prefer &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to know the details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause it usually scares me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, this one is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know some stuff about tsunamis cause when i was in primary 5, i was asked to do projects on this killer wave and its dangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it never kills to learn more eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i surfed the net for information on the tsunami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the death toll is increasing &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;rapidly&lt;/span&gt; with each passing day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it kills thousands and sweep buildings off its feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched the news last night with baba and akak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it`s really scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart goes out to those victims who were killed and to those who lost their family members, friends and their houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`ve seen how earthquakes, volcano erruptions and landslides kills millions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tsunami&lt;/span&gt; - is really bad, with a death toll of more than 80,000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, of course, it just shows how powerful &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Allah&lt;/span&gt; is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what`s more pitiful is that, this happens in countries like India and Thailand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with more than 80,000 dead, rotting corpses everywhere, broken sewers and lack of food and shelter, it`s already so bad for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they`re already struggling to meet ends meet, and a disaster strucks them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, yes, i suppose this is one way to purify the sins of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, it pains alot to see those people struggling to save themselves as well as their families, and the pain of losing their loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the feeling is just indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and as i pen down my thoughts and sipping hot chocolate leisurely, i`m sure those people in the affected countries are grieving over the loss of their loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter how sorry i feel for them, i still think that we can never put ourselves in their shoes, and feels the same as they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess we should start praying before our time comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right pple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, did anyone watch the soccer match last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singapore VS Myanmar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it`s a lucky thing that Singapore won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baba said Myanmar is a good team, i have to agree with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, yes, the Lions were pretty good last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there were alot of silly mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like, when Myanmar scored their second goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel that it was evitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noh Alam Shah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shahril &lt;/span&gt;rock my socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i sat down infront of the tv in our living room with baba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, boy, was he noisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he kept shouting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"that`s a stupid goal!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i agree with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least the Lions did Spore proud this time eyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singapore 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Myanmar 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110437639481341566?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110437639481341566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110437639481341566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-was-browsing-through-other-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110428994513252414</id><published>2004-12-29T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T19:14:04.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;received shocking news this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tok andak just passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;semoga roh nya dicucuri rahmat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he breathed his last breath(huh? something like that la.) last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one told my mum till this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the excuse they gave her, "ingatkan u pegi holiday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;excuse the hell out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if u thought that way, u should have at least tried calling or smsing mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gawd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he has such a big heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;any other guy would have kicked me in the ass for telling him those stuff i just did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but him - he &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SMILED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, he`s not like any other guy, i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110428994513252414?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110428994513252414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110428994513252414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/received-shocking-news-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110402654936570154</id><published>2004-12-26T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T18:48:46.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to Bugis with mama and akak last evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought my pencilcase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and mama bought this pants which is soo nice &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; punyela leceh nak pakai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw him at Bugis MRT stat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my ex-bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with mus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and other guyfriends of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i saw him, the first thing that came to mind was to go up to him, tickle him and whisper &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"hey u.."&lt;/span&gt; in his ear and call Mus "mushy marshy marshmallow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not his syg, hes not my man no more eii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i actually got panicky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dint know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told mama to walk faster and she said "asal? adi eh? tkpela.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAKPE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so maybe, takpela kalau die ade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it nearly brought me to tears la sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adi saw me. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we made eye contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our eyes met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a few seconds before i could get a grip of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he always has that effect on me sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after his sms, i dint feel good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;upon reaching Tamp, i went straight to the ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I THREW UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wah kaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gile la sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adi has THAT much effect on me eyy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wadever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shall not think about it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we`ve done our best, let God do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ade orang kahwin kat bawah block rumah aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;punyelah bising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, bukak lagu smue dangdut siak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and worse, semue da tua2, tapi all seems like matreps wanting attention from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smlm, bile kite balek,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pakcik2 yang dah tua bangka, yang tak sedar diri, main judi kat bawah blok umah aku and even kacau2 mama, akak and aku while we were on the way up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nasib baba takde, klau tak, da kene maki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(hah, et, u kno ur angah la eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;diorg tu fikir ape?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zaman 60s pe nak kacau2 isteri and anak dara orang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mak aii. taubat la oi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw Safwan and Apit smlm at Rochor`s food centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hah. farni sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anyways, they both looked good la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smlm ade MNG sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak, ape lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;attack the MNG outlet at TM Isetan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw this one baju, MNG touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wasnt reli excited like sis was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i held onto it just in case akak wants it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wasnt into MNG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i decided to give akak that green blouse with the MNG Touch printed on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but mama insisted we bought two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woopedoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love my mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeding ears to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finch - Letters To You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110402654936570154?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110402654936570154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110402654936570154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/went-to-bugis-with-mama-and-akak-last.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110394383097742455</id><published>2004-12-25T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T20:02:45.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday was the best day ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(hmm. maybe.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baba spent $62 on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOX&lt;/span&gt; tees for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and yes, akak, for you too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(et, u should go grab that $23 nye tee that u wanted. ouh, and the jackets as well!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my intention was to get only one black long sleeve blouse there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but baba &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FORCED&lt;/span&gt; me to grab two more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it felt good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; has yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*ooh la la*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was running (erm. or maybe just walking faster than usual) and dint notice him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak noticed him and called my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when he looked at me, WHOAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u should have seen the look on my face sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;masok Watsons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and voila, hes there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well actually, i was kinda glad that i bumped into him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though we decided to take "3-days-off" from each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is that ever possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, will be going out with mama and akak todae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baba ade dinner with some pple, so he`s not gon join us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love going out with mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause shes my atm machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i just love to be with my mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ye, aku anak manja. so what.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my speakers arent dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but.. urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somethings wrong with the speaker settings thats why it wouldnt "sing" to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blurghs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110394383097742455?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110394383097742455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110394383097742455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/yesterday-was-best-day-everhmm.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110386458209011883</id><published>2004-12-24T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:38:04.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak just called up to say&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; FOX&lt;/span&gt; ade sale!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im pink with glee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like *&amp;amp;^%$#@!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*ka-puiii!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive typed a short entry (still, it took me 15 mins ok!) and when i clicked on "publish post", my comp went dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*grrr*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nvm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as they say, patience is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to give him miss calls everytime i reply his msgs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something`s wrong with the network or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and. ouh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive wasted more than a dollar on msgs that he &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COULD NOT&lt;/span&gt; receive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ouh. wait. dont feel bad, baby. its ok. *muacks*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so in love with that black long sleeve blouse i saw at Fox on Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kakak a.k.a my atm machine, be nicer to me this weekend please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*hint hint*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(ah. suda, jgn pura2 taktau pulak.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just realised that my knuckles are quite big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its so big that everytime i put on my rings, it get stuck there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but gets so loose when i had it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am i making sense here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ala. u guys figure it out la k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nak kelua ke tak nak ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu pon susa nak decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;merry xmas to whoevers celebrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110386458209011883?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110386458209011883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110386458209011883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/akak-just-called-up-to-say-fox-ade.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110378235216657963</id><published>2004-12-23T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:23:49.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah. am missing him already sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blurghs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;padahal baru talked on the fone 10 mins ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss u baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the next &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; days are gon be boring without your sms-es.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(you know that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kaoz. baru three days sey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;klau pegi &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NS&lt;/span&gt; lagi mcmne..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i changed my layout again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this time, it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt; hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took a long time editting it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, its done now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;couldnt have the music video here cause it wouldnt fit in even after million of times editting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so instead, i had to put something there (top right) so it wouldnt be bare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so went to sch yest to check out my class and get my booklist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;same class as Danny, Fana and the rest of the 4c gerls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Efy wouldnt be in the same class as us tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we made our way to CS CoffeeBean to meet kak Dilah and Nikman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone ordered chocolate while Nikman and i ordered mocha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it took us a long time to figure out whose drink belongs to who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially when no one wants to sip/taste due to "hygiene" purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the way home, had t go to McDs to get McNuggets meal for Abg Ayul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sumpah aku benci pergi tmpt tu yang penuh ngn mats and minahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw, who cares la kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reached home, and Abg Ayul was still in my room, fixing the comp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its been re-format.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so all my songs are &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GONE GONE GONE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even if there are some left here, i wouldnt be able to listen to any cause my speakers arent working now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abg Ayul said hes gon try to fix it asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya. or ill just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wan called me last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YEARS&lt;/span&gt; not hearing anything from him, suddenly he re-appears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya2, he was my first love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, hes nastier than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but HAH, i always have something to shoot back at him la k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blueks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to that tagger who named herself &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;obviously u are a human with no brains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ouch?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, do u even know who MR X is?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if u do, well, better know this too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hah. i do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if ur not happy with that, go fark urself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so not surprised la with all these treatment i get from pple like u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"ur just another fly who irritates the shit out of me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110378235216657963?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110378235216657963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110378235216657963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110368491414539125</id><published>2004-12-22T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T19:15:13.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the font sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i just love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so pple, im so not gon change my font.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do whatever - squint, get ur glasses or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt; to read my entries &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but PLEASE dont ask me to change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love this font!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know, the scrollbars arent working for some gawddamn reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im still trying to figure out the prob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right now, to scroll down, just use the arrow buttons on your keyboard la k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make do with that first eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes, i know, the buffering for the video clip sucks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but shucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not a pro at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so pple, just make do with it all ayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and..the song`s playing is Baby Face - The Loneliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am so addicted to that song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know, im emo-ish right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gota rush to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110368491414539125?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110368491414539125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110368491414539125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110360308329435059</id><published>2004-12-21T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T20:38:50.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;good morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tagboard`s ok now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so go tag tag tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;takmo tag nonsense sudalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, had a blast with Danny and Efy yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we saw&lt;strong&gt; PUG JELLY&lt;/strong&gt; babey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tht guy..erm. tktau la name die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blond hair, tattoo on his right arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; whoah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were at BORDERS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Efy wanted to get this book &lt;em&gt;"Roots"&lt;/em&gt; by some author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Danny and i started making lotsa noises when we saw them.&lt;br /&gt;Efy was obviously irritated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi, its PUG JELLY la babe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe its nothing to others cause seriousli, no one really noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe theyre not very popular and you can call them a pop punk "band".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, their music is pretty good pe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shh&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k enuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, i saw Azran at Tamp Int.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was with his fren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gawd. da lame sey tak nampak die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, when i saw him, all those times we had just kinda came back to mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kinda regret breaking his heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice chap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;growing and becoming more good-looking ayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then.. i saw this guy from spf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. i forgot his name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walked past him (he was sitting on the railing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he called out my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh. what`s his name eyy. nvm. at least i smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, yesterday wasn`t really a good day la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Efy was down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she dint wana talk, smile and never laffed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so.. kat esplanade, Danny and i kinda talked to her about it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously, ive been there, done that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it sucks alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but tellingly, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;no man&lt;/span&gt; is worth a woman`s tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even if he is, he wouldnt make her cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Danny and i made a fool of ourselves just tryna make Efy smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont care if pple stare and look or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just need her to smile and be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so Efy, u reading this, u need no man to make u happy eyy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe with his presence, things would be perfect, but hey, as they say, time is a healer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;SMILE EFY, SMILE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you said ur confused with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, i think im so much more confused with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you claim you want this but do the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anyways, im not surprised la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just you being you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;``what goes around comes around``&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeding ears to : My Chemical Romance - Demolition Lovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110360308329435059?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110360308329435059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110360308329435059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110333193479511039</id><published>2004-12-18T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T22:46:22.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tagboard error.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;numbnut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will have the tagboard back in place once its all ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorie for the inconvenience caused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;morning pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah. feeling a lil &lt;em&gt;P.M.S.y&lt;/em&gt; this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shytz ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abg ayul`s coming later to fix this&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"oh-almost-dead"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, et, u coming along? mesti tak tau, dekni weekends mesti turon town punye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ade betuiii? hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, yest was pretty ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got my results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;klau nak tau ape best three subs, then ask me urself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause, klau i were to type it here, pple will think i want to brag or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although to me, it is not worth bragging about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;danny and efy also had 5 points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so next year, o levels ayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont mind if we dont get to be in the same class as long as we`re taking the Os together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Lina might be in the same class as me as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*yay!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last night, kak ita and kak oncoi ajak p mkn kat swensens Tamp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hafiy and iffa ikot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cute seeeeyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at ard 10+, we reached home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;danny, efy and kak dilah had a phone conference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, one conference without me. i was out, that`s why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anyways, they filled me in with the details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this monday, a date for Efy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whee. im happy for my galfren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;danny asked if i wanted to bring a guyfren along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should i? nanti da mcm double date lak aii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i thought, let it be a romantic night for Efy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mine was last 2 weeks pe.. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Mr Hot*,&lt;/span&gt; tkmo amek off day la k on monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, ya, decision is made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AKU TAK PERGI GIG NEXT WEEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its a punkrock gig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Efy`s cousin nye band performing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was told its on a Monday ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but mcm weird sey, gig on Monday ehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haiyahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya, smlm, when i was about to receive my results from Mr Lim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;siak ah dektu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"amalina.. still with Adi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"for me to know and you to find out. wheres my result?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"congrats, ur gon be in sec5 nxt yr"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"oh. thank you. thank God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*takes my hp outta my pocket*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"ah. yes, let Adi know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"shut up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it never will end la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhoos, im gon miss Rizad seyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hes not gon be with us next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we chatted kat msn last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told him not to ever5 forget us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i get to see the NT students for the last time yesterdae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gon miss them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nina, Laila, Saniah and Hanis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gon be dull without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and those skinheads and punks from 4e and 4d.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tho they can be very noisy at times, at least diorg tak "tangkap hensem".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2005 gon be so dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but who cares la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess its gon be a stressful year eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeding ears to BabyFace - The Loneliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling emo-ish right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*hurhur*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110333193479511039?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110333193479511039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110333193479511039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110324598127377057</id><published>2004-12-17T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T03:21:17.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;one happy gurl here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALHAMDULILLAH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;thank GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gona sit for my Os next yr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel so loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terima kasih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*mr x*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel so loooovvveeeddd by you pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kept waking up every hour to check the time on my hp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;excited? i think its nervous breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RESULTS OH RESULTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE WAITING FOR YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;efy says to stop thinking about it first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya, maybe i should or ill start to panic and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should i get that pair of Chucks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;urgh. decide, decide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should i go to the gig on monday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Li, i think its on mondae? i was told so???) heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heard its gon be pretty good. $5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok ah tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to eastpoint with efy, danny and kak dilah last evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i fell in love with sony`s cybershot digi camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;call it love at first sight baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;danny says it should be pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.1 mega pixels. pretty good? not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should consult akak first la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeding ears to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zelmani Sophie - Always You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110324598127377057?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110324598127377057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110324598127377057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-happy-gurl-here.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110320302755793115</id><published>2004-12-16T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T05:17:07.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please make me a happy gerl tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to whoevers taking N Level results tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good luck and all the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter what the outcome is, try to make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110320302755793115?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110320302755793115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110320302755793115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110308031665463406</id><published>2004-12-15T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T20:04:39.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;pix from yest`s outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On The Way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`efy and me in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`my bestest galfrens ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At East Coast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`danny and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`us. firah, danny and lina not in the pic tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`us. at Bedok Jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`thts where you can find pple fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`danny`s footprints. mine dint look like a footprint at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`efy finding Syafril. haha. i`m lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`us again. i love them. *yayness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`outside McDs. on our bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`on the fone with my mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`danny, lina and me. hahkz. while singing some dangdut songs. wakaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`us again. kebudak-budakan. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`danny and me. watching some pple skim and surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`them. staring at some "speedo-man". tsk3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`us again. hehk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`Amer`s chick. jambu seyy! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`ah. smudged eyeliners. and, no, i dun have any clue y my eyebrow is raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`efy and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`wahduh. romantic seyyy. *woitz!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/East%20Coast%20Outing/AMal141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shit happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im a heartbreaker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all i need and want is for him to love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he gave his best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i drove him away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im a numbnut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please dont hate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when he said "thats it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanted to say "no. thts not it. its not ok. pls dont go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i suck at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110308031665463406?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110308031665463406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110308031665463406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/pix-from-yests-outing.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110298792183895476</id><published>2004-12-14T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T17:32:01.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;its 8 mins before 9am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant believe im blogging this early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to lay on my bed, and try to empty my head of every thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it seems like an impossibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANTM - THE RUNWAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dint watch it last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but am glad that Yoanna won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she has a classical face with unique features.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no doubt shes the right gurl for the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;counting the minutes for me to pick a tee and have it ironed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mcm malas nak klua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but galfrens brightens your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;``And now should I be shocked by the last thing you said?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I pull this trigger,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes vacant and stained...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And in saying you loved me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Made things harder at best,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And these words changing nothing...``&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110298792183895476?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110298792183895476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110298792183895476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-8-mins-before-9am.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110293026540247683</id><published>2004-12-13T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T01:31:05.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama`s so kanchiong, but baba`s so rileks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama asek2 &lt;em&gt;"adek, thurs is ur results. seramnye.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya. 3 days to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its make or break day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pls let it be a &lt;em&gt;"ill-wear-this-ugly-uniform-again-next-yr"&lt;/em&gt; day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im in a state of confusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not sure if im doing the right thing, making the right decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shall not think anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it pains alot to think about such issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to swensens at airport T2 last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ordered lotsa food, and went home with a stomach as round as a buoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hakim (akak`s bf) wished mama a 43rd bdae last evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he smsed her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adi would have done that as well if we were still together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but right now, being alone is the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ill tink about the future later if i want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeding ears to belaian jiwa - taufik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he`s a hunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110293026540247683?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110293026540247683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110293026540247683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/mamas-so-kanchiong-but-babas-so-rileks.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110281623498139149</id><published>2004-12-12T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T17:52:22.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR MAMA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you lots!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*muackz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking of changing my layout again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110281623498139149?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110281623498139149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110281623498139149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-birthday-dear-mamai-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110264352992501334</id><published>2004-12-10T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T17:52:09.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;firstly, its a must to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TAUFIK BATISAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he rock my socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;urgh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still pretty sleepy and kinda tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;couldnt sleep last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was thinking of some issues and i was feeling really5 hungry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but takot nak p dapur dalam kegelapan.mepek kan aku. aku tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yest, was hell fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went out with Danny and Efy (as always).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made our way to Wheelock Place first to meet Efy`s cousin, Uni Lydia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes werking at MAC and during her break, die ajak makan kat CoffeeBean kat mane her bro keje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so made a move there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got 3 free pure chocolate kid`s size nye drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kaoz. bahagie sebentar sey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, efy and uni Lydia nak tuna sandwich, so i accompanied Efy to the counter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;efy ckp "ni free lagi ke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bdk tu trus tak kene gaya seyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but aleh2 die ckp "erm..ok $1:30."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was like WAT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kaoz. the actual price is $8:50, die kasi $1:30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;punyela baik hati mamat tu satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, went to Far East.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;efy bought a pair of earrings. so did i. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walk around till ard 5:45.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but mcm still too early nak p Esplanade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we went to Heerens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats when i saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alishah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a blogfren of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes sooo preetttyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanna take a look at her, go to her blog &lt;em&gt;"alisha".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and alishah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if u were to read this, yes, lets go out someday eyy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;later, we made our way to Esplanade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness. i wanted to get that choc milkshake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but since i had one at CoffeeBean, i bought apple juice instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waited for mr.x to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then bile die da sampai, i saw that look on danny`s face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she went "amallllll..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which simply means "hensemmnyeee!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we sat kat the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"MERLION YANG SPIT2 WATER" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. i learnt that from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so after we talked for abt 20 mins? i guess so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we asked Efy and Danny to join us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Danny just clicked with mr.x, that made it okay la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tot its gona be weird. but it was hell ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, decided to go to the Esplanade rooftop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went there once, but tu zaman purba. jadi lupe la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;luckie danny ade, and mr. x too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fun gile la. it was just great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;danny was HYPER smlm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mcm so not her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its usually me who blabber and talk and just cant keep quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but last night danny was so cute. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nampak kak Jaja and Abg Jai, A`an, Adiq, Haikal, Faisal and HAFIY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hafiy was running around the intch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then went he saw me, he was "eh!" hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then when i said "bye hafiy..'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he went "babaiii".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cute la bdk tuu! geram sey tgk die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reached home ard 10:45? ard there ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after washing up, Efy wanted to talk to me on the fone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so ya, i know she would talk abt that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but she said its my choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mcm danny said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ala amal, kau and die tak kemana. kau break, pusing2, die jugak ngn kau. korang terpisah, balek2, ko tgk lagi, die jugak ngn kau."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;true ke tak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku tkmo tau. all i know is if its meant to be itll be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wouldnt wana choose anything or anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thx for yesterdae. you were great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first and last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mayb therell be a second, but as friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"if being alone is what makes you happy, i have no say"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ARE WRONG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110264352992501334?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110264352992501334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110264352992501334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/firstly-its-must-to-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110248502622835508</id><published>2004-12-08T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T22:38:57.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was chatting with salina kat msn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ape lagi klau bukan gado pasal Taufik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE`S MINE!!! ok ET? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nenek dah balek dari uma maklong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after more than a week there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak klua, jumpe matair die la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sape lagi klau bukan Hakim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ye, die da patch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as Adi said last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"omigosh! is your sis crazee?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;indeed she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, jodoh die maybe? who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nanti klua ngn Salina and akak ku lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesh ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tktau la si ET ni. die kan kaki gatal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tkle duduk rumah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gawd. im talking crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder if theres anyone who bothers reading this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its so filled with crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smlm p amek kak Amel kat airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while waiting, Adiq nak p BK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so baba blanje ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi only akak and me temankan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had mushroom swiss and fries while waiting for A'an to join us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skali, bile die dtg, die bwk 4 kwn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mak oiiii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bdk2 bola lak aii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ade satu bdk ni, lagi bleh tanye Adiq, who was sitting beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Diq, kakak ko? ke matair?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;siak. matair?! aku makcik die la deng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mcm2 ah bdk2 ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pastu, tak ku sangkekan, Apai pon kwn ngn A'an.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anjat sey nmpk die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(syu, remember Faisal 6/4 aka Apai?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but okla die tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im like so addicted to My Chemical Romance now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and againnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the tagger, Sarah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont think i know u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but your ques abt me and Adi, well, that was 3 mths ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, i think its not necessary to be told eyy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, abt pple tryna be like us, im flattered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sure Adi would feel the same too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thx btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;``im gone.``&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(its lame, i know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110248502622835508?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110248502622835508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110248502622835508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-was-chatting-with-salina-kat-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110240018060355066</id><published>2004-12-07T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T22:16:20.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh. dint blog for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;(except for the pix la)&lt;br /&gt;so. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p tm ngn mama and baba on saturdae.&lt;br /&gt;mama bought an LG model hp and a pair of C&amp;K heels.&lt;br /&gt;it looked so good on her.&lt;br /&gt;akak klua ngn her friends. p main bowling ngn kak linda, kak yaya and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sundae, cik yana kawin.&lt;br /&gt;kinda tiring.&lt;br /&gt;i had flu, so - it was bad la.&lt;br /&gt;worst, bile balek aje, i had fever.&lt;br /&gt;was hungry but too weak to mkn.&lt;br /&gt;so mama suapkan.&lt;br /&gt;she made akak bring the comforter from our room and snuggled me in.&lt;br /&gt;then she hugged me real tight and kept saying "ala..senyap je bile die sakit.."&lt;br /&gt;bising sgt ke aku ni.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;watever it is,&lt;br /&gt;i love my mama.&lt;br /&gt;*muackx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smlm, ikot baba fetched mama from her workplace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama took half day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we went to ICA building. p amek cik Shaari`s birth cert for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i suddenly had a craving for McDs McNuggets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so mama went to the shops and baba drove me to the CC`s McDs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;punyela pekak mamat tu satu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku kate, &lt;em&gt;"erm. ill have mcnuggets meal pls. and, ouh, a hotfudge sundae"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he said &lt;em&gt;"ouh. todae? i believe its Monday ma`am."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. aku nak ktawe pon ade, tp kesian kan. so i had to raise my voice alil. kesian la die tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hes pretty good-looking, but kesian kan, kurang pendengaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, balek uma, trus mkn nuggets aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;half an hour later, baba suroh tman p amek bende kat uma maklong, then anta kat uma abg Lan and fetch nenek, nek bibik and mami kat Yishun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;otw, i listened to Norah Jones cd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weird eyy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but quickly switched to perfect 10 after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, dah sampai uma nenek kan, baba naik. but i waited in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had the aircon switched off cause i was frigging cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i had the window to my seat rolled down ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the other doors were locked, so pretty safe ah kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, aku tertido bile dgr lagu True by Ryan Cabrera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abe, kpale terhantuk, ade tiga mamat ni naik basikal nampak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;diorg kate "ngntok eh..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kaoz. malu sak aku. tapi, sesungguhnye, aku ni muke tebal, jadi aku trus tutup tingkap tu, and tgk dpan je, mcm tkde ape2 yg terjadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im home alone now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama and baba p hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then akak skola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so frigging scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the N Level results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next fridae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17th dec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gawdammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pls. pls. i need to go to sec5 to take my O Levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLEASE GOD. HELP ME!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110240018060355066?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110240018060355066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110240018060355066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110230375875078146</id><published>2004-12-06T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:23:16.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;too tired to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so just posting pictures instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from yesterday`s wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*kak yana`s wedding*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(NOT MY SIS LA!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kakyana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kak yana. pretty eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww. so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the `berkat`...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kompang nye bdk2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the seats, deco. how it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelamin!!! ahh. cantek kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upahku. haha. serious. got $5 each (et, me and akak) for helping&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---OUR PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama and me. i lurve my mama! muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akak and mama. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akak and kak ogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and my lil baybeh boy. tkla. thts Syafiq, cute eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abg ayul and syafiq. mate die...geram sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abg ayul and me. haha. ape saje tau c abg ayul tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;et and me. haha. aku tau, muke aku penat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and againnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abg ayul and akak. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diorg lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and akak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leftover ribbons. haha. abg ayul`s creation on his shoes. mepek kan kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salina. (hey, ur hair looks damn great la et..ko ni kan..haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/Wedding%20II/kahwin021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the car. on the way to the wedding.---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110230375875078146?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110230375875078146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110230375875078146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/too-tired-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110204563971874750</id><published>2004-12-03T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T21:12:05.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cried myself to sleep last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh. i have my reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shit happens and i dont wanna bother abt it no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right now, all i wana say to some people is :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"go phuck yourself phucktards".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i cant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter how much i wana say it to their face, i cant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i have to respect them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arh. shucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanna cry but why waste my effort and tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanna shout but who would ever bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah, why bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe YOU should live my life instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can`t even make my own decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gawd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so blardie dead, i could phucking kill pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BRIDGET JONES : THE EDGE OF REASON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one great movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go buy tix and enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pix from yesterday`s outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/out005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and salina. she ngn her spex, look so bdk2. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/out001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooohhh. yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/out002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh. salina. "bdk aru abes PSLE" haha. ok. dont get mad ET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/out004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/bitebite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wah kaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/out006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;salina and akak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/hahkz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/out007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love someone. alot. very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(you know i love you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet i cant even have him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-aku berhenti mengharap-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110204563971874750?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110204563971874750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110204563971874750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-cried-myself-to-sleep-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110195929093203671</id><published>2004-12-02T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T19:48:10.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;taufik menang.&lt;br /&gt;yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;tak menyesal vote beribu kali utk die.&lt;br /&gt;yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the results were announced, my house got a lil too noisy.&lt;br /&gt;but hell. it`s Taufik ok!&lt;br /&gt;i love that song, I Dream.&lt;br /&gt;so soothing.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, Taufik was hell SEXY. hot hot hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvester would have been great if he hasn`t tried too hard.&lt;br /&gt;he dresses to kill sia.&lt;br /&gt;his voice is husky and all, but mcm Beng-Rocker-tak-jadi gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akak and i screamed and yelled so loud when they performed The Reason.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;remind me of Adi seyy.&lt;br /&gt;cause he loves that song so gawddamn much.&lt;br /&gt;blearghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;nanti klua ngn akak and ET lagi.&lt;br /&gt;nak tgk movie again.&lt;br /&gt;yest, decided to watch Shutter AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;then tadi akak suggested Bridget Jones?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.*wonders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, Azmil is so mean.&lt;br /&gt;he made akak cried yest.&lt;br /&gt;you big bad wolf!&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could cut your fingers and make you eat it RAW.&lt;br /&gt;eww. that`s weird. can that ever happen?&lt;br /&gt;whatever la. i think you pple know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i love and care about you, suddenly i found out that you have another man"&lt;br /&gt;he said that to me.&lt;br /&gt;i never had another man.&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe i do.&lt;br /&gt;but i never knew you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;so please stop ignoring me for that reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tonsils are getting really5 bad.&lt;br /&gt;da mcm so swollen. its like closing up.&lt;br /&gt;i dint wanna tell mama that it`s tonsils.&lt;br /&gt;cause she`s gonna go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"tula. asek2 mkn chocolate, gigit2 ice cubes. skrg sakit kan.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patotnye nari kene bangun cepat, kene teman baba p hospital.&lt;br /&gt;tapi bangun lmbt sgt, bile baba kejut, i slept back.&lt;br /&gt;kesian baba kene p sorang2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okla. tktau ape lagi nak tulis.&lt;br /&gt;mcm2 ah actually, tapi my fingers are screaming for a rest.&lt;br /&gt;kesian.&lt;br /&gt;k daa pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110195929093203671?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110195929093203671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110195929093203671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/yay-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110187045346638361</id><published>2004-12-01T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:18:41.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;dint feel like blogging at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not feeling too good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think my tonsils are getting red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having difficulties swallowing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wah kaoz! benci nye mcm ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i came out with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right before i went to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the way you would hold my hand, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;letting me know you`ll never let me go.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the way you would pull me closer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and let me rest my head on your shoulder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the way you would play with my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and look at me in the eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the way you would say "it`s ok" everytime &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i make a mistake or even lie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the way you would play with the ring on my finger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and tell me it would be there for eternity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the way you would pull strands of my hair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;behind my ears whenever it gets messy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the way you crack a joke and make funny faces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to make me smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the way you would call me up to say you miss me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even after we`ve met for a while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the way you would get jealous &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but would never admit it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the times when you were caught smoking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and make me all worried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the way you would say i never will lose you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i would just bite my lips.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i simply miss the way you would say you never will leave me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when in actual fact....u just did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110187045346638361?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110187045346638361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110187045346638361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/12/dint-feel-like-blogging-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110169334093219501</id><published>2004-11-29T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T17:55:40.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my neck is screaming for a good massage&lt;br /&gt;ahh.&lt;br /&gt;someone please?&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smlm p ET nye cuz nye wedding.&lt;br /&gt;packed.&lt;br /&gt;packed.&lt;br /&gt;packed.&lt;br /&gt;haish.&lt;br /&gt;luckie we were seated at the back, tkla face org2 sgt.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda pity Salina.&lt;br /&gt;kesian sepupu aku tu satu.&lt;br /&gt;dala hilang wallet, mcm2 lak aii.&lt;br /&gt;sabar la ET.&lt;br /&gt;when she cried yest, i was kinda shocked.&lt;br /&gt;cause, we hardly cry infront of each other.&lt;br /&gt;and when she did, i just gave her a hug.&lt;br /&gt;tak kesah ape mat2 yg tgh tgk aku peluk ET tu nak ckp ape, ckp la!&lt;br /&gt;all i know is i need her to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how to lose a guy in 10 days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love it alot.&lt;br /&gt;kinda remind me of adi.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;he`ll always go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"u tk abes2 tgk crite tu ehh..nak lose me in 10 days izit?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, adi, i just did.&lt;br /&gt;in 19 mths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out later.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;with Kak Ita and akak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akak is so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;she has flu and sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;and bile die ckap, mcm sengau kan.&lt;br /&gt;then she kip saying "adekk"&lt;br /&gt;it`s like eww.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;sorie kak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to YOU.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot.&lt;br /&gt;so much.&lt;br /&gt;very much.&lt;br /&gt;just so very much.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;iheartyou.&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110169334093219501?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110169334093219501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110169334093219501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-neck-is-screaming-for-good-massage.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110152421268798097</id><published>2004-11-27T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T18:56:52.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;GERHANA SKA CINTA - HADIRNYA CINTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kau permata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaulah intan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disanubariku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kau pujaanku,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kau idamanku.&lt;br /&gt;Sinar rembulan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Menerangi jiwa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh asmaraku,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kau yang kucinta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hangatnya cintamu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada yang lain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaulah satunya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Antara beribu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cintamu sehangat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sinar mentari,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Membakar jiwaku.&lt;br /&gt;Hadirnya cintamu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Membawa bahagia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dalam hidupku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bagaikan bulan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dipagari bintang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dimalam syahdu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110152421268798097?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110152421268798097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110152421268798097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/11/gerhana-ska-cinta-hadirnya-cintakau.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110143748496752659</id><published>2004-11-26T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T18:51:24.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;good morning pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is gonna be a long entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahakz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all my entries are long aniways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just that this is slightly a lil longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so bear with it eyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or u can not read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went out with Salina yest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went job-hunting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean, she needs a job right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met her at CT Hall MRT stat at 3:10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was 45 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don`t ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made our way to Suntec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first stop was Esprit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh la la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love the clothes there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the price was a prob to a 16 yr old gerl like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she got to fill in the form, but to be on the safe side, we went to Bodyshop, Bossini, Gior, MNG and other outlets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then went to Raffles City and went window shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WINDOW SHOPPING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanted to get myself this baby blue long sleeve tee from Fox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so in love with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but on second thought, would go with akak someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ard 5+, we made our way to OC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;luckie tak heavy sgt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, tak need an umbrella ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OUR HAIR was a MAJOR prob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not for me ah, but for Ina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"aku takle. rambut aku la Mal. tkle2.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;klaka ah dektu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still, we just walked in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trus makan kat LJS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi tak la lapar sgt, so kite share je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu pon da kenyang ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku pantang sgt p LJS kat OC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mat2 die..teruk la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;irritates me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyways, met akak ard 5:45 kat OC jugak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of cos, klau Ina dah meet Yana, mesti ke toilet LAGI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pastu p Heerens jap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amek neoprints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the printing was a quickie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but ya, mcm bdk bodo nak kene posing2 cpt2, klau tak die snap je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still, it turned out ok la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i`ll post it later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bought myself this black clip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love it so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it`s nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tho it`s reli simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love simple accessories la cause i`m simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak bought herself a Roxy slippers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gallaz thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ET and i weren`t surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak is pretty diff from both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause she da&lt;em&gt; "akak2"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minat Roxy, Quik, MNG, ZARA, and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, ya, the beach slippers looked good on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her feet i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dah puas jln2 kat Heerens, we made our way to Far East.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;firstly tak nmpk ah, cause i had my eyes on the gals in those beautiful prom dresses kat Hyatt Hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skali, i felt mcm diff wen i walked past him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i quickly looked back when akak said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"dek, do u know who that was"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and YES, i couldn`t help but smile all the way to Far East.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salina lagi burok sak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"et, tu la `&lt;strong&gt;mr.x&lt;/strong&gt;`"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"huh?! `&lt;strong&gt;mr.x&lt;/strong&gt;` tu?!?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(pointing to my hp, my inbox la gitu)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"err. yaaa. asal?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eh! suro die patah balek. aku nak tgk muke die lagi!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buruk kan dektu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku pon kdg2 gitu. tkle disalahkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw, we missed SI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama kate Taufik kinda cried?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me be the one who wipe his tears away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amal2. mimpi saje la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o ya, smlm kite balek je, Abg Fadlun and some other relatives of ours da sampai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku rase janggal jugak bile nmpk diorg kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, eh &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHO CARES?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bluek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak lak highlight her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama was shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i think she da expect pon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak kept saying, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"dek, cover akak k..pls pls pls."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hehe. pandai buat, pandai tanggung ah? yela..ok..rilekz la kak. asal kene fikir sgt pasal ape org ckp? u live ur life for u, not for others. sampai bile nak dgrkan kata2 org.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hmm..yela..ok.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smlm bdk2 EVPS dtg uma aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;best la tgk diorg tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huda, still as beautiful as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alia, gosh, she`s so pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ali and Apai da brubah gile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tak sangke dulu kwn rapat sey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dzul, still good looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zati, my childhood buddy, kecoh-rable as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ninah and her guy tagged along as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then lagi 4 budak aku tk kenal sape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anti-social gitu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except for the gerl ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who`s so sweettt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think she felt left out gitu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mcm kesian kan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tot of asking her to sit kat living room with the gals and Apai and Ali smue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, i think the guy beside her was her man, so aku tk brani nak ckp ape2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cume kept telling her jgn malu2 and suroh makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, bile diorg da balek, Cik Sal lak dtg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku aru nak angkat the glasses, kat the dining and balcony area and wash the dishes pastu call Mr.X.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi, blurghs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, 5 mins later, jiran atas dtg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cik Leha and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haziq, the baby was so cute!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;geram tgk mata die..bulat nye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bile smue da alek, i washed up quickly and called Mr.X.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skejap je ah bobal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ard 30 mins gitu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i had a phone call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate confessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean, bukan hate la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just don`t know how to react to it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mcm slenge kan aku ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when Mr.Y sms-ed me and suddenly asked, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"u really like`Mr.X`?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku rase mcm *hmmm*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but tk ans ah his ques tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he told me abt all this and that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i felt SICK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right now, i`m craving for chocolate cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i wana go make hot chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dum dee dum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;```the pix```&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/NeoPrints/kuzzies5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`akak, me and Salina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/NeoPrints/kuzzies4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`boring~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/NeoPrints/kuzzies3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`bluekz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/NeoPrints/kuzzies2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`hurhur. burok nyeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/NeoPrints/kuzzies1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;`smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110143748496752659?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110143748496752659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110143748496752659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/11/good-morning-pple.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110135336094570682</id><published>2004-11-24T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T21:44:41.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;`1:18 pm`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate myself for treating him like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m a dodohead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m a moron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i cried for 6 long mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;full stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still pretty sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tuned in to Perfect 10 for like 15 mins just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i rarely turn the radio on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but Taufik was interviewed by Dan, so yeapz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the reason for doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak and i went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"aww. cute nye die"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all the way till 10:03, when the interview ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;din`t sleep well last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;due to my wild imaginations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, yes, due to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHUTTER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amal amal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"SHUTTER"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hella good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wonderful movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to PS with Danny and Efy yest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched the 3:10 show instead of 2:30 cause of the unavailable seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our seats were EXACTLY behind 6 Malay guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but who cares, we still screamed our butts off manz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially efy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she actually closed her eyes most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she kept screaming into my ears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"amal! aku tknk tgk. aku takot."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she looked so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi, aku pon pekik kat tlinge die jgak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ade this part, when the guy was lying on the bed, the "ghost" just appeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THAT sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i actually turned to Efy`s side and screamed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"FYYYY!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so ya, the movie is worth two hours of your time and $7:50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the kinda movie you would enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with your galfrens/guyfrens or ur loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that`s my opinion la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so then, after the movie, we walked ard PS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;efy bought some tees from u2 and i bought a long sleeve tee from Fox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want more tees from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since it was only 5+, we decided to go to Esplanade and i was craving for the choc milkshake there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by the time we reached the Esplanade, it was nearly 6:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took loadsa pix with our cam phones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;danny`s n3220 resolution was the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mine - don`t wana talk abt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n3200 SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walked ard, sipped choc milkshake, yum yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made a move at 7:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh and saw Danial, that kiddo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at HMV citylink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Hafiz at tamp int.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his hairdo was WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love it manz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my frenship with mr. y is.. awkward now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can`t look at him in the eyes no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we don`t joke ard much anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it`s so damn awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we took 291 to Int yest, thought that`s it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he wanted to accompany me to meet efy at the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THAT was really not him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aft THAT Friday, things btwn us were so.. different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i duno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we usually would just enjoy each other`s company and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;past - tease, make funny faces, laffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now - smiles, look away, silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess i dint expect him to say those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akak`s highlighting her hair later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;err.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to highlight mine as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but nahz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i believe in originality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tkla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dun look good in some European hair colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110135336094570682?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110135336094570682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110135336094570682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/11/118-pmi-hate-myself-for-treating-him.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110117237303354833</id><published>2004-11-23T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T00:50:31.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanted to go out with mr.x to watch the shutter later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but mama said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"dek, kite lum p uma jiran2 la dek..bsk k.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma! besok, mr.x keje tau ma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blurghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss mr.x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m surprised too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate-d him last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i`m missing him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i`m gonna love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or mayb i already am loving him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, when i told him i can`t make it today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he wasnt mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was expecting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"u ni eh. slalu ah mcmni. benci ah i!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"argh! sudala. tkya klua lagi ah ni mcm. bnyk lagi pompan yang nak klua ngn i!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he gave me an "okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i`m gonna be a bad gurlfren if we end up together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO THE TAGGER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it`s up to you, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don`t care anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you think that`s gonna bring me down, you`re gawddamn wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could type all those nasty words here if i want to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but on second thought, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHY BE LIKE YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it`s your fingers, it`s my taggie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you type, i delete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it`s fair enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;say what you wanna say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those words are going to last for less than a dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, before things gets really ugly, allow me to say this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I`M A VIRGIN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go and write more nasty stuff about me on that sick board after reading this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bet you there are more to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet, i couldn`t be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making my own layout is pretty tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with help from photo impression of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i like it more than my previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i admit i`m in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amalina is in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let`s not name the person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m still unsure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if that feeling is going to last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got some bad news last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wat the heck was wrong with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ditching her like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m beginning to hate him alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it isn`t easy to find a guy who you truly love and who loves you back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but some people just take it for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frigging dodoheads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m not talking about adi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some one else anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guys are so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nasty? i suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don`t know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when they want the girl, they start promising the stars, the moon and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when they get tired, off you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i pity &lt;em&gt;her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate &lt;em&gt;him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how dare he made her cry like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thought they would last really long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and gosh, they were an almost perfect couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yest, Salina told me abt her relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what`s with guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saying things they shouldn`t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gawdammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was supposed to call mr.x last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know, i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m so good at only saying sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your last msg sounds..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;disappointed with the "haiz".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, i felt guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still am feeling guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making you wait like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;three nights in a row some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and your reply would be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"it`s ok.. =)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it`s not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`ll make up to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in whatever possible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;err.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passerby, azean and anonymous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110117237303354833?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110117237303354833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110117237303354833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/11/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110108470150778665</id><published>2004-11-22T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T16:51:41.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanna spread stories about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don`t give a damn no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m not the amalina YOU once knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hey, how do u even know if i`m a virgin or otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU don`t know me at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least not the new me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, don`t test me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that`s my dignity you`re talking abt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i were to question yours, how would you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lastly, whether adi left me because i was unpretty or because of another girl or because i wasn`t the right one for him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DON`T CARE AND DON`T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as long as i knew we had good times together in the past, i dun care about the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes, you`ve gota open your eyes WIDE  and see that things would not always go your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now, you`re tryna put me down, but hey, sometime later in the future, i bet you others would be doing the same to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;klau nak buat fitnah pon, pilih bulan lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ni bulan lah yang kau patut berubah or do something good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you`re wasting it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m no preacher. i`m just telling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully this opens your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw, taufik rawks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love his performance and the guy himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehkz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smlm p jln raye ngn Hafiy and A`an smue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hafiy was CUTE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went "digerdiggerdigger" evrytime he spots a construction site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, he even sang "this love" by maroon 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cume pelat sikit, but the way he sings that "oh oh oh" part was hilarious..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one cute babey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last Sat mama masak nasi briyani and mak long masakkan laksa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice. nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;glorious food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;punye lah ramai org.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but evriting was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abg ayul gave akak and me a poster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the SI finalists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehkz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course, aku tk tolak rezeki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jln raye with danny and all maybe this wed and fri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, twice this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smlm, faisal kcau2 aku pasal adi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wah doooiii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m over him lah k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a`an knew abt me and adi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he just smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but dint say anyting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sadiq lak tak abes2 ckp sal shamarul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a`an dah hensem ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sachok ah adek sedare aku tu satu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;patotla byk pompan suke sgt kat die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i`m gona watch The Shutter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but tktau ngn sape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;either ngn Yan, Danny and Efy or ngn mrx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mrx da start keje la. so tktau la eyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110108470150778665?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110108470150778665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110108470150778665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/11/wanna-spread-stories-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110082815472132596</id><published>2004-11-19T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T17:35:54.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;teruk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;malu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smlm, aku jatuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;depan mat2 yang berbaju melayu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku tgh sms, skali aku jatuh mcm nangka busuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku malu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teruk lah aku ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jgn disoalkan dekat mane aku jatuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;malu sgt nak jawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bluekz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive got myself a &lt;strong&gt;POSB&lt;/strong&gt; card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness of the yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smlm, gi &lt;strong&gt;POSB&lt;/strong&gt; ngn mama and sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, mama opened a new acct for me.aku tau ni smue tkde news bagi korang2 smue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi, it means a lot to me. hehkz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the shutter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it`s a great movie aint it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duno eyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wana watch it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but tktau ngn sape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;either with danny and efy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or..with mr x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he said if it`s above 18, he`ll tryna sneak me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if that`s ever possible ah eyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told &lt;em&gt;mr y.&lt;/em&gt; the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i`m not ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if i am, i duno who i really want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;him or &lt;em&gt;mr x&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;told me to make the right choice that would make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iheartmr.x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mr.xheartsme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iheartmr.y.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mr.yheartsme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wont think too much abt this stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if it`s meant to be itll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;besok mama nak adekan open house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jadi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kawan2, klau nak more collection, dtg je la ye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehkz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;selamat hari raye smue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;klau jalan raye tu, khususnye kaum Hawa, jgn la ber sms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nanti jatuh mcm aku..mcm nangka busuk pulak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110082815472132596?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110082815472132596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110082815472132596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/11/teruk.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110074501882866052</id><published>2004-11-18T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T18:30:18.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;..for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i`ll stand by you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, why you look so sad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tears are in your eyes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on and come to me now.&lt;br /&gt;And don`t be ashamed to cry, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me see you through, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I`ve seen the dark side too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls on you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don`t know what to do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing you confess &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could make me love you less.&lt;br /&gt;I`ll stand by you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I`ll stand by you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won`t let nobody hurt you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I`ll stand by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you`re mad, get mad; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don`t hold it all inside, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on and talk to me now.&lt;br /&gt;And hey, What you got to hide? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get angry too, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I`m a lot like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you`re standing at the crossroads &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don`t know which path to choose, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me come along, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause even if you`re wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I`ll stand by you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I`ll stand by you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won`t let nobody hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;I`ll stand by you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me in into your darkest hour, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I`ll never desert you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I`ll stand by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when, when the night falls on you, baby, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You`re feeling all alone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You won`t be on your own.&lt;br /&gt;I`ll stand by you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I`ll stand by you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won`t let nobody hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;I`ll stand by you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take me in into your darkest hour, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I`ll never desert you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I`ll stand by you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110074501882866052?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110074501882866052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110074501882866052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921578.post-110069297882828601</id><published>2004-11-17T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T17:42:32.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;four long tiring days since i last blogged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uh. i think its a yes then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unexpected things happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unexpected words from unexpected people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, nothing expected happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of Raya was superb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;evriting was great, like the prev years, just that i loved my hair more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i applied lotsa hair wax on my hair and made it look like Lindsay Lohan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wakakaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amalina feeling Lindsay sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kasi lah aku feeling feeling sikit skali skale ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wellie, it worked anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day, went out with ET and family and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our family is &lt;em&gt;SHRINKING&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;padahal this year kite welcomed three new people into our family tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zul, Kak Yan`s hubby, Mira, abg Fad`s wifey and Syafiq, Abg Boy`s new son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klau dulu, klua ramai2, more than 3 families, naik lorry, shiok gile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skrg, two cars aje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Et`s family and mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but had great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took million of pictures kat evri house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;step photogenic ah kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest, went out with mama and akak to Mak Fizah`s and Nek Wah`s place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;long time since i saw Zati and Elisha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after which, baba fetched us at the bus stand and we went to Maklong`s place first and later to Nek Tik`s and lastly, Cik Yah`s place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now tak klua, cume p TKC, to buy a new dustbin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of all stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we bought a stainless steel nye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our old one stil looked good, but well, sometimes we just buy stuff to make ourselves feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later at night nak fetch mama from her class and p uma Mak Busu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;again, bermaaf maafan and collection ler lagi aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smlm, sangat lah malu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi aku tk kesa la sgt kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ade la aku p uma satu hamba Allah ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lepas dah salam, aku nmpk die bagi akak $$. aku nye turn pulak, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;die tak kasi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku tak pasal la kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skali, akak bisik kat aku, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEK, ADEK TAK DAPAT EH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akak aku ni pon satu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi, aku geleng kepale je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dah klua uma, told mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama and baba laffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bile masok kerete, mama kasi empat dolar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama kate, biar equal lah dgn akak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mama slalu uat gini, so that none of us would feel like we`re less special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku untung jadi anak mak aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i syg my mama manee manee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatting and demanding a testi from azri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kat msn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hes reluctant ic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that layzee boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, coming up with excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sape nak tgk gmbr aku feeling Lindsay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry lah, aku feeling superstar ah nari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/aMaLiNa/rayalagi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921578-110069297882828601?l=lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110069297882828601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921578/posts/default/110069297882828601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipgloss-blackeyeliners.blogspot.com/2004/11/my.html' title=''/><author><name>brokenxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02452144023180751230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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