<?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-30313007</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:35:10.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fameka89</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30313007.post-115631933033879731</id><published>2006-08-23T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:48:50.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOB. Holiday plans. Hahakz.</title><content type='html'>1) 1 more exam to hunt down. HAHA, internet application. I'm seriously BORED. But poor me, I'm not rich as to hangout and stuffs like that. I'm gonna do housework la today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm taking up a sport. To slim down. My so called motive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) MONEY. I have  MONEY issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I need a job. SOON. Someone help me please. Pretty please. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Papers have been alright only the past few days, am hoping for the BEST to occur. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I almost wanted to commit suicide because of visual basic. HONESTLY. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I want a boyfriend, BUT AT THE SAME TIME, I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I wanna participate in activities. Hehekz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Wanna focus on my extra currilar activity as of today. Place focus more towards that arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I need a make over emotionally, facially, religiously. LEE LEE. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115631933033879731?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115631933033879731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115631933033879731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115631933033879731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115631933033879731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/job-holiday-plans-hahakz.html' title='JOB. Holiday plans. Hahakz.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115618096640823761</id><published>2006-08-21T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T10:22:46.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date.</title><content type='html'>1) I have plans after exams. And it's AHEM AHEM, dating. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Someone asked me out after exams, which is cool. If we're meant to be, I'll well go with it. If we're not, then we're just not. Pray for the best, I'm sure he'll give me what's good for me. Hehekz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Dunno where he wants to go. But I'm planning to go for Cathay Cineleisure. Hehekz. Very the BEST there tau. Haha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Thus, we see la how! EXAMS FIRST!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115618096640823761?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115618096640823761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115618096640823761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115618096640823761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115618096640823761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/date.html' title='Date.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115615540492214465</id><published>2006-08-21T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T03:16:44.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I created a Slide Show! Check it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://widget-16.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-16.slide.com.com&amp;channel=72057594039732246&amp;cy=bl" width="475" height="375" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-16.slide.com/f2/72057594039732246/bl_t013_v000_a000_f00/images/blank.gif" height="0" width="0"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115615540492214465?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115615540492214465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115615540492214465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115615540492214465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115615540492214465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-created-slide-show-check-it-out.html' title='I created a Slide Show! Check it out!'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115613609344469931</id><published>2006-08-20T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:54:53.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAH. I should.</title><content type='html'>1) OMG. I should change. =/ I THINK it's time to wake up and smell the fresh air. It's time to really edit my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It 1843. It seems little, but there are loads to learn. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My mother still hasn't woken up and it's like.. 12.50pm?! Hehekz. Ibu.. Ibu.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) It's sad to say this, but it's time to forget everything in the past and start anew. Let the past be the past. Yeah, and I should learn how to accept the fact sometimes. :( Even tho the facts hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Wish me luck alright! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Two and a half men is freaking hillarious! Should go catch it. It's terribly funny. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm CURRENTLY addicted to.. &lt;a href="http://www.stickdeath.com"&gt;www.stickdeath.com&lt;/a&gt; AND &lt;a href="http://www.happytreefriends.com"&gt;www.happytreefriends.com&lt;/a&gt;. VIOLENT, but fun to watch. =D Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I am weird. Yes, I think so =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Stupid MSN. Logs in and out. THANKS YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) OOOH dear lord. Help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115613609344469931?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115613609344469931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115613609344469931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115613609344469931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115613609344469931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/yah-i-should.html' title='YAH. I should.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115600835022685532</id><published>2006-08-19T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T10:28:52.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>1) Alhamdulillah. My SO CALLED pms has vanished. FINALLY. Now, I'm a happy girl. WUEK! Hehekz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I LOVE kids! I wanna be a nursery/kindergarten/primary school teacher. Bring SMILES to the faces of young kids. I don't care wherever but I wanna make a difference to their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) BTW, one of my guy fren from my school (won't mention which school). He msged me. He used to come to my house and place a red rose at my one of the plants I grew.. I love nature as you know. BUT SAD LAH, everytime he put the rose die. HAHA. I collected about four from him? He just continues buying. He is anak yg soleh, rajin and syg pade agama. But he lacks smthg la. X factor? I don't know ley. I wanna like him but no feelings how to like? But he has the package la can say. Just that, WELL, no feelings so can't la. Feel bad, but really no feeling la! HAHA. And my parents know. HAHA. But they feel we got no chemistry la. AND PS: He's not my boyfriend ar. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Someone also cheered me up.. He made my PMS day turn into a cheerful day but telling me jokes. Eg) "A good friend is like a bra"... WOW right? YA. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I still LOVE Fatin and Rajes. My NYP besties. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Anything else. I did this WADEVA quiz and this is the result.. I'm 60% boyish and 40% girlish. But I agree la. As in my straight-forwardness.. Hahakz. And my carefree side. Emotional side is DEFINITELY girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) BTW, I learnt that being yourself is the best. I am being myself. God listened to my prayers. Thanks man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) LAUGHTER is the best medine. Laugh okay my sayang-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) It's time to party after exams. YAHOO! Doo bee doo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) EXAMS! Focus Focus Focus! Eka, get on your feeet! Hahakz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115600835022685532?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115600835022685532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115600835022685532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115600835022685532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115600835022685532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_19.html' title=':)'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115598219156193102</id><published>2006-08-19T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T03:11:18.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem.</title><content type='html'>Here's a poem I created by myself. Do read okay. Don't pretend like donwan to read. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long wait&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging..&lt;br /&gt;The feelings you give me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are and have always been real..&lt;br /&gt;I keep on wondering who you are&lt;br /&gt;Or wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;I will always store apart of my heart for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for the moment we could be together&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand, hugging each other&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to be with each other always&lt;br /&gt;To kiss your pain and sadness away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I love you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;And for how you make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray together for our fate to be made&lt;br /&gt;At the right timing&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to love you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I'm in your heart too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO jiwang right? BLUEK! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115598219156193102?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115598219156193102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115598219156193102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115598219156193102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115598219156193102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/poem.html' title='A poem.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115595842642466023</id><published>2006-08-18T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T20:33:46.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY!</title><content type='html'>1) I'm back. The talkative, bapok-ish, pondan-ish me is back! Hahakz. =D HELLO WORLD! Alhamdulillah. My PMS has ended. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Eh, btw, my kawan Fadzil told me this morning that he dreamt of me writing on a particular piece of paper this guy's name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NAIEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Well, perhaps he's my fate? Only God holds the answer. Cause sometimes, no guy will truly love me for who I am. I don't know lah! AIYOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Why must I be like that when I have PMS? Can't take it. I wanna be a positive and strong girl not the BLABLABLA type. I wanna be happy 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) GO EGO GO! Exams on the go. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'll pray that my fate and I obtains love at first sight. ROMANTIC AR! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) My parents have been commanding me, but I love them cause they are SO cute and huggable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) YAH, I want a guy to hug with. More affection lah. Know what I mean? HAHA. Wink Wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm ready for a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) BUT STUDIES COMES FIRST. =P Nyeh Nyeh. Sorry ya! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115595842642466023?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115595842642466023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115595842642466023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115595842642466023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115595842642466023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey.html' title='HEY!'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115592648092502192</id><published>2006-08-18T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:41:20.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleah.</title><content type='html'>I have no comments. Just Astaghfirullah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115592648092502192?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115592648092502192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115592648092502192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115592648092502192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115592648092502192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/bleah.html' title='Bleah.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115586153869265539</id><published>2006-08-17T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T17:38:58.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ISLAM.</title><content type='html'>1) It's horrible. I forgot Allah's kindness because of my materialistic attitude. I had a talk with my mum on the type of guy I should look for. I only thought about plainly LOVE but there is more to love than just romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) KeIslaman. A guy with religion. Loves his religion and respects it. If he's of the same religion, it'll be easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) KeImanan. Doesn't listen to gossips or false accusations. Has his principle and believes his girlfriend unless if he saw the truth in front of his own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) KeTakwaan. Willing to accept whatever testing brought by God. Eg) Motorbike accident even though the bike has been driven carefully. It's not his fault. See whether you can accept him even though that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) KeIksanan. Does he sympathize you or understands you? Does his family love you? Do you love him? Or sympathize him and understand him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) KeIklasan. How true is the love? Does it come from the heart? Do you have loyalty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I've finally understood "love" better. And I will search for sucha  guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115586153869265539?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115586153869265539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115586153869265539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115586153869265539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115586153869265539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/islam.html' title='ISLAM.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115577559242171590</id><published>2006-08-16T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:48:25.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH HELL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2029/3249/1600/545812938.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2029/3249/200/545812938.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I found out smthg, which I rather not find out. PLEASE OH DEAR LORD. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I found so many cute baby photos. And I promise you that I'm gonna play ard with my future baby. Example: Look at the pic above. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I ate the same thing again this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Mr Jesu introduced me to his friend. And it's a blessing definitely. He's sucha nice guy who understands. Thanks for introducing me to a good friend yea Jesu. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What else? ERM, oh, I received Mr Fadzil's sms only this morning. Don't worry my friend, I totally get what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm feeling these sudden strings of emotions lately. WONDER WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Yeah, I need someone. Someone to listen to me, calm me down and well, make me happy. I've got a good family of course but sometimes, you just need someone to comfort you. Maybe it's because of exam stress. Haiz, but either ways, I guess deep down in me. I just want someone special. BUT IT'S BETTER NOT TO RUSH INTO THESE THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) People are understanding that I have an exam coming up. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm irritated. But I won't say why here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) AND I still love NATURE. They will love you back and they won't hurt you, unlike humans with strong such talents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115577559242171590?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115577559242171590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115577559242171590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115577559242171590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115577559242171590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-hell.html' title='OH HELL.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115570482676984405</id><published>2006-08-15T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:07:06.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO WORLD.</title><content type='html'>1) Okay, I can't live without blogging. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm hungry. Like seriously. Can anyone dial Pizza Hut for me and like pay for me or something? Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 3 core exams. Bloody fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Aaron Carter's hot but too bad, he has done sex before. Sucha waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Lots of Malays are starting to do sex before marriage. Are you outta your mind? =/ And I feel like these non-virgin Malays really ignore their religion okay. We have a religion. So, people out there don't consider these pre-marital sex do-ers as Islams. You can consider them as MALAYS but definitely NOT Islams. Islams don't behave that way FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Sleeping has recently been an asshole hobby. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) MOTIVATE ME PLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I'm sorry Fatin for not joining you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Recently, my heart feels pain. BUT WHAT THE HECK IS THE CAUSE OF IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Ohkay, I need to stop boring myself or I'll continue talking crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115570482676984405?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115570482676984405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115570482676984405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115570482676984405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115570482676984405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-world.html' title='HELLO WORLD.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115554843227286780</id><published>2006-08-14T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T02:40:32.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO! =D</title><content type='html'>1) As of tmr till Sunday, you guys won't here anything from me. No SMS and no MSN. I realized something suddenly. Technology changes human beings way too much. I've had enough rest, sleep, outings that I forgot God and work. SO, tmr you will here nothing. NOTHING. Ohkay. After my exams, we can chat 24 hrs on the phone. Go out hardcore. Etc etc. Hahakz. So, if anyone misses me, please.. send me an e-mail at &lt;a href="mailto:stripedingreen@hotmail.com"&gt;stripedingreen@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and we will start talking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm sealing my heart. I do have a few guys in my mind but then I just think that I should forget it. We do sms and all that, but it's not going to get me anywhere. It's like I'm still not attached to the guys I have in mind. We are all of course friends, but do THEY care if I die or whatever? NO. Friends, yeah, we can hang out after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Today will be the last day you guys would hear from me. SO, message me or MSN me before it's TOO late. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I had to return my overdue books and PS: A fine of $3.20. DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Fatin and I. OH BOY! We get along extremely fine together. Hahakz. We adore laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I have an ass pimple on my cheek. One minute ugly pimple. Pimple pimple go away. Don't come again another day. HAHAKZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Japanese green tea bottle taste COMPLETELY yucks! But I have to finish drinking it or else, I'm wasting my freaking cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I need to get a new eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Core exams are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I'm planning to get prepaid card since I have no boyfriend. I wanna get prepaid till I'm 20. SOUNDS GOOD. Erm. Why not? Cause when I'm 20, I will have a boyfriend. And from then onwards, Starhub line would be of a neccesity right? =/ Yah, I'm right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115554843227286780?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115554843227286780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115554843227286780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115554843227286780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115554843227286780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-d.html' title='HELLO! =D'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115546584645270070</id><published>2006-08-13T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T03:44:06.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA.</title><content type='html'>A LOT of funny stuffs happened today. So, it's a MUST read. I'll shorten it tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My family went out together today after like what.. MONTHS? Hahakz. It was rather funny. I had to iron the clothes. And MY BROTHER had to wear my father's underwear because.. no more underwear left. SO.. i asked my younger brother. Are you sure YOURS is THAT big? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) THEN.. My mother. She asked me not to iron hers. OK LOR. Hahakz, but guess what? She wore my jeans. She thought it was hers. HAHA, damn funny. I purposely wasted time by slowing walking to help her take her jeans for her. Naughty but I don't care! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) BLABLABLA. Take taxi. I jump out of the taxi. My mother scolded me. HAHA. But I still don't bother. I jumped and without knowing it.. I SQUASHED A LIPAS. HAHA. And what's so funny? The lipas DIED. Yes.. DIED. After my one GREAT jump. It DIED! WUEK! Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) So.. my brother followed jumping too. My mum said it's childish but look at my face. Do you think I care? HAHA. But it made her laugh. So.. We went to j8 entrance. We rushed cause we wanted to catch CLICK at 11.30am. We reached in time. A lot of BLUR stuffs happened at the counter. KENTOT SEH. It was like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We want the coca-cola combo. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counter person: Oh yeah sure. You want CHEESY hotdog? (Haha, "hotdog". Know what I mean?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I want one more pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why ley? Brother and me can share wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: NOLA. He must drink alone. Both of you cannot share saliva wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Now can lah. My brother mah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counter person: WAITS AND WAITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I want one more pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counter person: I give you cup can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mum, she thought you say cup ley? Hahak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: LOOKS BLUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: KK, one more cup of pepsi PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counter person: Ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when this type of things happen. My mother poor thing ley. WAHLAO. I don't care. I will work hard to prove that I can work better. AIYOH. That counter person ar. TSKTSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) So.. We catched the movie. It was funny. AND I CRIED at the end. A lot of funny parts. I laughed DAMN loud at one part. Once again, I don't care. JUST LAUGH LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The show ended. So, we went to Seoul Garden. Today is BAD SERVICE day. Hooray. I tell you, I'm gonna look for a better job and show what service is about! HMPH. Hahakz. ANYHOOS, nice seh the food. TASTY! I cooked quite a lot and ATE a lot too. HAHA. It was great. My family all BONCET/big stomach after so. And I scooped like 4-5 SCOOPS of ice cream. YUMMY!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) We walked a bit to trim ourselves down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) We missed TWO taxis that we flagged for. Hahakz. But to no avail, the taxi just drove off. BASKET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) BUT THANKFULLY, we finally sat in a taxi. And I accidentally sat at my brother's HAND. I cracked three of his fingers. He was like.. "OUCH! My three fingers la bodoh." HAHA. Funny lah. And he added "No wonder the cockroach died when you jumped." THANKS YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) SO.. We reached home after what seemed like only 10 mins? FAST. Ohkay, end of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115546584645270070?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115546584645270070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115546584645270070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115546584645270070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115546584645270070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115542755380870375</id><published>2006-08-12T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T17:05:53.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAKE UP. Smell the fresh air dahleng! Hahakz.</title><content type='html'>1) CHANGE. I should change. I see no point liking a guy. :) Seriously. It only makes me DAYDREAM, IMAGINE and put high hopes. It's okay when I like the guy, and the guy likes me too. In this case, I'm not sure whether he has feelings or not. SIGH. Forget it. As of today, I would vow to be attached till 20. I almost broke that promise ohkay. BUT THAT'S IT. I can't tolerate any heartache anymore. I'm just 17 and I'm feeling heartache. Isn't that like STUPID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) FOCUS HAS BEEN ALTERED TO SOMETHING ELSE. I shld bear in mind that love is just an emotion and thus, it CAN be controlled. SO FINALIZED. I won't like a guy anymore. All will be my friends in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Going to j8. Cause ERM my mum doesn't want to travel TOO FAR WIDE just to catch a movie. Hahakz. It's okay cause deep down in my heart, I ACTUALLY feel the same. HAHAKZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My mother and father are so cute. I saw them sorta of playing aka fighting like KIDS. Hahakz. SUPER funny. I wish WHEN I'M 20, I get someone like my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My brother and I. Many people claim that we look like TWINS. Hahakz, that's cause we're freaking close. We DO fight of course. We wrestle. Irritate each other. ETC ETC. But deep down, our heart is bonded. He knows that and I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) God. I'm slowly gliding away. I miss the prayers. The tightness of the bond. NO WORRIES. I will reattach it strongly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) MSN is a jackass. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I like to keep feelings to myself. Whenever I'm sad, I hide it with a smile or laughter. I'm searching for a friend who understands that. BUT I'M LIKE THAT. I don't like to shed my tears in front of people. CRY in front of people. I wanna see them smile and laugh. Everyday, I wish to make everyone smile and laugh. EVERYONE, but to no avail, I can't satisfy all. WHICH IS SAD. HAHA. But seriously, I wanna be the light of people's life. Not darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Nature. The fresh air it brings. The swift swaying of the trees. The prayers it recites for us. The oxygen it provides. Of course we should thank God first but hey, thanks so much for nature. GREEN; nature made me fall in love with that colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Learning how to control my emotions. REGGAE AND ROCK; I'm coming to you again! Hahakz. No more sentimental/jiwang, it spoils me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115542755380870375?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115542755380870375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115542755380870375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115542755380870375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115542755380870375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/wake-up-smell-fresh-air-dahleng-hahakz.html' title='WAKE UP. Smell the fresh air dahleng! Hahakz.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115535854211202482</id><published>2006-08-11T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:55:42.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXTRA.</title><content type='html'>1) I miss out one more MOST impt thing. I'm suddenly an ARDENT fan or ROCK music. Check out the group "OK GO". They are top notch sia! Hahakz. LOVE THEM LOADS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUE-4FbM_XI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUE-4FbM_XI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) And their sexy dance. Hahakz. Looks funny but it's gorgeous dancing. Better than any other dance you'd say to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XkCfh7ayDms"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XkCfh7ayDms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) More rock music? Hold on yea. Don't know whether it's rock, but what the heck? I love this genre. LIFEHOUSE -you and me Quite romantic for you gorgeous people out there AKA my friends la! Who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bgSaAoX7Jw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bgSaAoX7Jw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) HOT seh this singer. Just look at his eyes. Feel like kissing him. HAHAKZ! It's I Write Sins Not Tragedies. MELTS! =D Beginning to like this type of songs. Promise that you wouldn't regret tau. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=smi50QwUoB4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=smi50QwUoB4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Make damn sure by Taking Back Sunday. Don't ask me why their band is named as such. Hahakz. I have no idea too. So sorry! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inazpCVB-Ds"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inazpCVB-Ds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Wish I Was A Punkrocker? Somehow this song is famous too. BUT I DUNNO WHY EITHER. Hahakz. This song doesn't interest me. But well, it's a favourite to most people. Thus, no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtSgEMTKP7M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtSgEMTKP7M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Gimme That. SEXAY SONG for a party! Good pick would be this LAH. Hahakz. HOTHOT!! Chris Brown is cute OKAY. Hehekz. Cannot tahan. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEb4JkTEQaY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEb4JkTEQaY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Steady As She Goes - The Raconteurs? No idea. Hahakz. OKOK lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUTSJ8vrnSg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUTSJ8vrnSg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Okay. Number 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Byebye. Too lazy to continue typing. SERIOUSLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115535854211202482?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115535854211202482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115535854211202482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115535854211202482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115535854211202482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/extra.html' title='EXTRA.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115533919140595130</id><published>2006-08-11T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T16:33:11.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambition and blah dee blah. Hahakz!</title><content type='html'>1) I wish to become a teacher teaching any level. I wanna make a difference to teacherhood. And I wish to make ALL my students love me! Hahakz. I'll remember their birthday. Remember their names and make them the happiest within a year. It's been my ambition since young and I'll NO DOUBT strike for it. I really wanna go NIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I accidentally kicked someone's nose. Hehekz. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm not bored anymore as I've kept in my mind of what to be done in the following days. Next Monday onwards I won't be free anymore. My HP will be constantly shut and I'll be in MSN only on Saturdays and Sundays. I'll try laa eh. HAHAKZ! Actually no; I will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Can't wait for this coming Sunday. SERIOUSLY; can't wait. I wanna watch movie and just; WHAT DO YOU CALL THAT - CHILL OUT. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) ASS man. I missed FIREWORKS this time again. IDIOTIC plus CRAZYTIC plus TICTIC! AHHH. So babi you know. Someone already wanted to bring me along but I am always busy. IRRITATING SIOT. Today actually I can catch but I have to respect the fact that my dad is teaching my religion to the others. It's so wrong. Father teach religion AND I WATCH FIREWORKS. Never mind; I'd rather respect him. Hahakz. At least, parent's love is permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) GHOST WHISPERER. FREAK laa. I missed that show like 3/4 of it. HMPHF! Angry ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Go &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;www.youtube.com&lt;/a&gt; and type OK GO. Funny stuff; but they really make nerdy dance look rather HOTHOTHOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I like to talk. Hahakz. And recently with the laughter and has been infected with the letter Z = HahakZ. Get what I mean? And Mr Fadzil says.. I have the HahakZ syndrome. GOT MEH? Hahakz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ever since I stepped into polytechnic, I'm beginning to realize my true self and has opened up more. I'm more direct; which is good. I don't wish to backstab ley. Feels weird and insecure.. But sometimes as humans.. WE tend to gossip. AHHH. If I could just stop that. But whatever I say is the fact. I don't talk to lie. But certain people just can't accept the FACT about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I LOVE NYP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Ohkay, I'm talking like step bagus is it? OH SHIAT! Hahakz. Seriously, that wasn't my intention. I'm writing everything from my heart ley. SERIOUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115533919140595130?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115533919140595130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115533919140595130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115533919140595130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115533919140595130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/ambition-and-blah-dee-blah-hahakz.html' title='Ambition and blah dee blah. Hahakz!'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115527425760639235</id><published>2006-08-10T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:30:57.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>1) Our class. MI 0615 really need to chill out together ohkay. Hahakz. So unfair other classes are gg out already. Do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Need a job soon. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I love photoshop. SORTA. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Gonna sleep and recharge my battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Gg out this Sunday to watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) 100%. Not more. Not less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm tired for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) KFC and long john silver. I miss you both SO much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115527425760639235?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115527425760639235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115527425760639235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115527425760639235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115527425760639235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/what.html' title='WHAT?!'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115519709168223741</id><published>2006-08-10T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:04:51.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates. =)</title><content type='html'>1) 1846 paper was "good". Good with colens ohkay. HAHAKZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 1847. Ohkay lar, I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 1843. I thank God. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) WOW. I saw "Favourite" again. It's like WOW. First time. First time seriously. Melts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I am paisey la! Really. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I wanna go out tmr. Hehekz. Relax my mind once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Seoul Garden. I have to treat someone. Aiyah! Hahakz. She helped me in visual basic calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I still love green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Wear jacket, not cold. But when I'm jacketless, WAH, damn cold. WDH?! Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Oops! Think I pissed Ms Yani off yestd. Hahakz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115519709168223741?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115519709168223741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115519709168223741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115519709168223741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115519709168223741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/updates.html' title='Updates. =)'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115513542749538046</id><published>2006-08-09T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:57:07.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehekz.</title><content type='html'>1) Happy National Day. Wear red. Hahakz! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Okay, it's confirmed. I like someone. And he is such an inspiration to me. I like his attitude lah actually. I wanna be as good as him. He's just my friend, but he has the assets. Anything ar, but I really wanna be like him. You go boy! Remember Anita Sarawak? HAHAKZ! Maybe she's born in Sarawak, part of Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Watched Singapore Idol. Disappointing sak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) God bless me in THREE exams that are coming up. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Someone pissed me off today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I miss A Team. Sorta. Hahakz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I wanna live a fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I want a boyfriend. HAHAKZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm addiction to Ramly burger. Fatal! Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Sleepy but must tahan. GAMBATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115513542749538046?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115513542749538046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115513542749538046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115513542749538046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115513542749538046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/hehekz.html' title='Hehekz.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115503688912230478</id><published>2006-08-08T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T04:34:49.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH. angry!</title><content type='html'>1) WOW. I'm SO angry ohkay. Hahakz. DAMN IT! I put in so much hard work and the end conclusion really just rocks. If you love sarcasm, you'll know exactly what I mean. (: SERIOUS SHIAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I need to exercise &amp; I mean it. Hahakz. Goodbye fatty acid. Hahakz! Seriously, get your ass of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Exams. Must do well. Must do well. Hahakz. For my nenek! =D Love her many many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Watched the Hindustan movie, FANAA today. It's a great show. Hahakz, seriously! I tell you bloody romantic and sad sia. Hahakz! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Okay, I like someone. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I ate Ramly Burger today. YES MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm not gonna use MSN/hp tmr. As prior to the EXCITING exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Going out on Friday if the exams on Thursday turns out perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I love Digital Electronics. And Ah Lian. Hahakz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) WHAT THE HECK?! She's only taking marks from K MAP? WOW, so much hard work and K Map is what she takes. Jolly good. Hahakz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115503688912230478?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115503688912230478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115503688912230478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115503688912230478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115503688912230478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/argh-angry.html' title='ARGH. angry!'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115494947289688494</id><published>2006-08-07T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T04:17:52.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Let's talk straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm jealous. I wanna win him/her. ARGH. Seriously, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Got the stuffs I wanted today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Thank a few of my friends for cheering me up today. Thank God I Found You; as sang by Mariah Carey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Fatin. Hahakz. Pepsi. Long John Silvers. Wanna know more ask her. Btw, I enjoy her company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I still miss someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I WANNA BE RICH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Need to accomplish some goals today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I finished Zack's M &amp; M in like.. a minute? Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I love my godbrother, Zack. He's a brother with a big heart. Actually, Chinese guys are more caring. Seriously. I'm not lying. Can be seen. Their loyalty. Malay guys.. Hmm. No comment. I can't feel like caring-ness except a few la. But still, Chinese guys tend to be more caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I want my boyfriend to be a Chinese but of the same religion. Hopefully. Hahakz. If not, someone who looks/attitude is like a Chinese guy. Honestly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115494947289688494?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115494947289688494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115494947289688494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115494947289688494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115494947289688494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115482679178381483</id><published>2006-08-05T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T18:22:14.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past. The Future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2029/3249/1600/IMG_1876.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2029/3249/320/IMG_1876.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm the odd one out. Hahakz. =P Nyeh Nyeh. Notty notty! Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I saw one of my friend's graduation photos. I'm quite sad, how I wished my gaduation night turned out perfectly but too bad. I won't further elaborate this part though. It's too irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ohkay, what else? Going to my cousin's house later at 1++. Aka after Zuhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Exams again. Sigh. But nvm, have to go through it even though I hate the thought of it even. Not more. Not less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have to get a job during vacation. I hope God blesses me with a reasonable job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm missing someone. I won't say his name. Hahakz. PS: Just my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I have to budget on food etc etc. Gonna save up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Have to be more disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) People thought I pierced my ears but fact is, it's a fake. Hahakz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I feel like hugging everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I wished I looked like Cinderella. Hahakz. But NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115482679178381483?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115482679178381483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115482679178381483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115482679178381483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115482679178381483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/past-future.html' title='The Past. The Future.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115477073302725865</id><published>2006-08-05T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T02:38:53.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap.</title><content type='html'>1) A selfish fool took leaves from my plants. WHY DID I CALL THE FOOL A FOOL? Cause he/she didn't ask. It's like what the hell? Inconsiderate freaks. PLUS selfish. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ronald said I said KP? Since when and what the toot is that? Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I wanna see my Favourite again. =( Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I watched The Omen. Son Of The Devil, scary scenes. Hahakz. Sex scenes, NEH, invalid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Gonna watch The Lake House with my family tmr. MAYBE =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I realized that I'm a perfectionist. Everything has to go perfectly or else.. DEPRESSION. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Someone's getting bored of me. WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I rested too much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I slept a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Wasn't as intensely hungry as the day before today. Hahakz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115477073302725865?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115477073302725865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115477073302725865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115477073302725865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115477073302725865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/recap.html' title='Recap.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115474177665960323</id><published>2006-08-04T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:36:16.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love At First Sight.</title><content type='html'>Is there sucha thing as love @ first sight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115474177665960323?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115474177665960323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115474177665960323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115474177665960323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115474177665960323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love At First Sight.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115468552519039658</id><published>2006-08-04T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T02:58:45.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary.</title><content type='html'>1) My brother ate TWO chocolate pancake and never leave me one at all. GREAT. Hahakz. Life is SO fair. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Exams are coming. WOW, time to really focus and get into the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm seriously turning into an owl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Someone wants to know my cousin. No comment. He just doesn't know the true reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The One. Who ar? I have no idea. Sadded. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I didn't saw my favourite today. Ahhhh. So saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I teased Rajes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Hehekz. Kena poked by Miss Fatin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm hungry for pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I wanna be a gamer. Hahakz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115468552519039658?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115468552519039658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115468552519039658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115468552519039658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115468552519039658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/summary.html' title='Summary.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115462745074973517</id><published>2006-08-03T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T10:50:50.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Improvising my blog.</title><content type='html'>Okay, to make my blog more "fun". Hahakz, I shall list all the 10 most interesting things that happened on the particular day. Interesting to ME that is. Hehekz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I finished all my projects which is a BIG yahoo. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Dzul sms-ed, which is sweet cause he is in NS but he remembers his friend here. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I saw "Favourite" in school today. Drools. Charming guy I must say. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I used coins instead of my Ez Link card. =( No money, no talk. Hahakz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm beginning to sms/chat using HAHAKZ instead of HAHA. Lame shit. Hahakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm transforming into an owl. TRANSFORMERS, ROBOTS IN DISGUISE. Hahakz, remember that freaking show? Hehe. I'm having late nights, but it is solely to recover the aftern0on time i used to sleep. SO, it's a balanced lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I got to know a Turkish guy, who's absolutely cute. (But he's quite boring. Hahakz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Zach belanja-ed vanilla Mac Donalds cone. WOW, free gift from him. HAHAKZ. Good brother ar you. HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I disturbed Rajes the whole day. Rajes is Karthik's girlfriend, as what I wish to say. I, Zack &amp; Muz was shouting her name near the benches where they were Indian cuties. Hahakz. Popularize her. WOW. Hahakz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I'm gonna change my attitude towards my studies as of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT, that's it. More to be updated soon, hopefully. Hahakz! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115462745074973517?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115462745074973517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115462745074973517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115462745074973517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115462745074973517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/improvising-my-blog.html' title='Improvising my blog.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115444547474574230</id><published>2006-08-01T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T08:17:54.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sch0ol.</title><content type='html'>Oh shit. EXAMS! Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115444547474574230?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115444547474574230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115444547474574230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115444547474574230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115444547474574230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/08/sch0ol.html' title='Sch0ol.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115433172309440696</id><published>2006-07-31T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:46:38.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Without You. Time to work hard.</title><content type='html'>Look at the lyrics of this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/Lyric.nsf/Be-Without-You-lyrics-Mary-J-Blige/B4EB09396A261A91482570A700273029"&gt;http://www.sing365.com/music/Lyric.nsf/Be-Without-You-lyrics-Mary-J-Blige/B4EB09396A261A91482570A700273029&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Describes ALL the emotions I feel right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES; it's time to work hard. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115433172309440696?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115433172309440696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115433172309440696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115433172309440696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115433172309440696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/be-without-you-time-to-work-hard.html' title='Be Without You. Time to work hard.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115413012660489446</id><published>2006-07-28T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T16:42:06.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concentrate. Outdo0r adventure. (:</title><content type='html'>Where has my focus gone to? OH BOY. Seriously, I have to recharge my fuel &amp; give the best that I possibly can. I was on the wrong lane previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I wish to rock climb, fox fly, arch &amp; shoot. OHKAY. I know what CCA to choose next year during Club Crawl. Wahahaha. =] Just wait &amp;amp; see. Hehek. I'm so into this type of outdo0r adventure but was nvr given d chance. SO.. Before it gets too late, I better start this hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS; it doesn't have to continue bein &lt;100, it has to be a 100. (self-note)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nothing else to BRAG about. Haha. I've been enjoying, laughing &amp; relaxing my mind with a few of my allies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE OTHER HAND; poly life isn't as simple as said by people. WE ARE NOT RELAXED FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all. Adi0s Amig0s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115413012660489446?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115413012660489446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115413012660489446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115413012660489446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115413012660489446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/concentrate-outdo0r-adventure.html' title='Concentrate. Outdo0r adventure. (:'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115408524669138814</id><published>2006-07-28T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T04:14:06.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonus "days". Tests &amp; quizzes.</title><content type='html'>TESTS! QUIZZES! Yahoo. I'm determined &amp; focused, but it 1845 is still bothering me. ARH. Whatever. Haha. Never mind, concentrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus "days"? Yes, it 1845 promised us bonus days. Yeah! Haha. So, have to give FULL blast laa in other words. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND yeah, i need a guy. Someone to talk to to, love me for who I am. Vice versa laa. I don't know laa. I seriously wish I knew who he was so everything wud be easier but too bad. Life is a surprise. Okay, I'm gonna bath. See you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115408524669138814?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115408524669138814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115408524669138814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115408524669138814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115408524669138814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/bonus-days-tests-quizzes.html' title='Bonus &quot;days&quot;. Tests &amp; quizzes.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115401519512297232</id><published>2006-07-27T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T08:46:35.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Brother.</title><content type='html'>Omg. It's just ONE freaking day and I've already missed my brother like HELL. Haha. Seriously. I love him so much despite his "maple" addiction. ARGH. Hehek. We do argue. We do fight. We do wrestle. BUT HEY, I call that EXTREME fun. I can wrestle any other guys. It'll be called as molest or flirting. But with my brother, HECK LAR. Haha, just beat him up. Haha. I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARLING ADIK OF MINE, pls come back soon. Your sister here really misses you. I hug him EVERYday. And 2dae i never hug him. I miss him ley. His noisy-ness especially. I feel like crying. I LOVE HIM! Haha. Brother, come back home NOW! Hehek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115401519512297232?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115401519512297232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115401519512297232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115401519512297232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115401519512297232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/mr-brother.html' title='Mr Brother.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115398131626895555</id><published>2006-07-26T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:21:56.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy. Busy.</title><content type='html'>I've been extremely bz with projects. It just keeps on piling. I'm stresed la honestly. Haha. Trying to tahan. Mr Cheong C K just rocks too much la okay. Haha. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO sleepy now. Hehehek. Cannot tahan, somebody pls pour water on top of me.. Eh, wait, don't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115398131626895555?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115398131626895555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115398131626895555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115398131626895555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115398131626895555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/sleepy-busy_26.html' title='Sleepy. Busy.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115372841295631924</id><published>2006-07-24T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:13:55.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>No matter how strong I pretend to be, I am actually weak.. Seriously. I am heartbroken &lt;/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115372841295631924?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115372841295631924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115372841295631924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115372841295631924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115372841295631924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115354917317288928</id><published>2006-07-21T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:19:33.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored. Haha. Got RUN-ning nose.</title><content type='html'>I'm at Rajes's house. Haha. Oklar, got running nose. =D Great right? I know. Hehek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, nth else to say. )= Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to share my running nose? Hehek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115354917317288928?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115354917317288928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115354917317288928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115354917317288928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115354917317288928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/bored-haha-got-run-ning-nose.html' title='Bored. Haha. Got RUN-ning nose.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115338046246272414</id><published>2006-07-20T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:27:42.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>We can all love a guy/a  gal. Or should I say stead. But I just realized something. Loving a human doesn't guarantee happiness. Seriously. Why not sing a love song to God? Why not dedicate poems to him? Why not thank him more? I really regret for not thanking God earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. this time round, I'm gonna dedicate love songs to Allah. Haha. Cause he's the one who has always been by my side. Non-stop. Well, Allah, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115338046246272414?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115338046246272414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115338046246272414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115338046246272414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115338046246272414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115337893957996710</id><published>2006-07-19T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:02:19.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graphic Design class. Ignorant. Listening To Music.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently at my Graphic Design class. Kinda boring ar. But too bad I still have to endure. I'll be finishing my work at home lar. Can concentrate better. Haha. It's too UN-inspirational right now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant. Yeah, I don't think I'm gonna be into bgr anymore. I don't know. I don't think I'll even meet the right one. My hopes are just not high up there in terms of love laa seriously. I have no hope in loving a guy la I guess. I'm afraid of breaking up. I'm really afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music. And can you believe it? It's atually Jiwang. I don't hate jiwang but it's just that I get VERY INTENSELY emotional whenever I listen to them. =/ I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's all I guess. See you soon. (: Take care! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115337893957996710?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115337893957996710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115337893957996710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115337893957996710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115337893957996710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/graphic-design-class-ignorant.html' title='Graphic Design class. Ignorant. Listening To Music.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115319879842585988</id><published>2006-07-17T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:59:58.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual Basic. Projects. Him.</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of visual basic. Lazy to head to his class but nvm, must tahan even if cannot tahan. hehek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects. counting them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still.. LIKE HIM (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115319879842585988?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115319879842585988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115319879842585988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115319879842585988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115319879842585988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/visual-basic-projects-him.html' title='Visual Basic. Projects. Him.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115314552695599068</id><published>2006-07-17T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T07:12:06.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Tagged.</title><content type='html'>tagged by MR FAHMI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random things about myself&lt;br /&gt;i'm from NYP&lt;br /&gt;i'll only love ONE guy in my life &amp; stead/marry 1 guy in my life&lt;br /&gt;i'm loyal (:&lt;br /&gt;i love FOOD&lt;br /&gt;i have goals in life =D&lt;br /&gt;i'm single n nvr accepted a guy b4&lt;br /&gt;becoming GEMOK.haha&lt;br /&gt;loves my family hardcore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scare me&lt;br /&gt;DESPERADO&lt;br /&gt;Bitches&lt;br /&gt;stress&lt;br /&gt;nagging&lt;br /&gt;too much work&lt;br /&gt;ppl who dun smile&lt;br /&gt;ppl @ IMH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random songs at the moment&lt;br /&gt;kiss from a rose&lt;br /&gt;we belong together&lt;br /&gt;perhaps&lt;br /&gt;remember my name&lt;br /&gt;where'd you go&lt;br /&gt;maneater&lt;br /&gt;i knew i loved you&lt;br /&gt;hips don't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i like most&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;tough games&lt;br /&gt;sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;money&lt;br /&gt;cute guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people to do this&lt;br /&gt;FAETIN&lt;br /&gt;daniel&lt;br /&gt;shirazee&lt;br /&gt;zach&lt;br /&gt;rajes&lt;br /&gt;anna&lt;br /&gt;ronald&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115314552695599068?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115314552695599068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115314552695599068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115314552695599068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115314552695599068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-tagged.html' title='I Was Tagged.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115313798954752865</id><published>2006-07-17T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T05:06:29.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Admiration.</title><content type='html'>I like this guy. I don't know. I really like this guy. But, let's not put any hopes too high cause he hasn't said anything rather.. interesting. "Interesting". Get what I mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115313798954752865?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115313798954752865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115313798954752865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115313798954752865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115313798954752865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/admiration.html' title='Admiration.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115313463526429341</id><published>2006-07-17T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T04:10:35.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.</title><content type='html'>i AM bored. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115313463526429341?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115313463526429341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115313463526429341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115313463526429341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115313463526429341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/bored.html' title='bored.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115280474506811345</id><published>2006-07-13T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T08:32:25.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read Her Blog. I'm touched.</title><content type='html'>I just saw Fatin's blog. Sometimes, true friends.. When they touch ur heart, life is pleasant. I don't mind not having a boyfriend, but just one true best friend and I'm happy. Alhamdulillah Syukur, god has blessed my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WON'T repeat what I'm about to say but I have to say it. I really wish Fatin and me would excel together and move on as one. Maybe God wanted us to be best friend. Haha. I mean I've never gotten a friend who really appreciated me for who I truly was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that our friendship would be forever and not just broken halfway thru. I want US to be best friends for the rest of our lives, heading towards our goals. Never mind Fatin. I have trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thanks so much for being my true friend. We are seriously like kindred spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And appreciate it much. Thank you God for a friend like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115280474506811345?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115280474506811345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115280474506811345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115280474506811345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115280474506811345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/read-her-blog-im-touched.html' title='Read Her Blog. I&apos;m touched.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115277324063492805</id><published>2006-07-12T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:47:20.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring.</title><content type='html'>I'm in class right now. Kind of bored. Cause I've completed my sketch. YAWNS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Oklar, update nxt time. I'm penat laaa alright. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115277324063492805?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115277324063492805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115277324063492805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115277324063492805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115277324063492805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/boring.html' title='Boring.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115271961476016269</id><published>2006-07-12T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T08:53:34.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrased. Angry.</title><content type='html'>Today that freaking ass* spoilt my mood &amp; day. He criticised me in front of half the ppl in my class who took the test. I was so heart broken. He didn't melt my heart just kept on spoiling it. FURTHERMORE, i had no FUNDAMENTAL in physics. I was a pure bio &amp;amp; chem student. WHAT CAN HE EXPECT MAN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoilt my mood &amp; increased my anger. STOP UR SARCASMS PLS. I'm here to study not to be demoralized. I'll prove you WRONG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Zach, Fatin, Rajes, Fadzil &amp;amp; Shah for truly listening to me. You guys are great frens. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115271961476016269?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115271961476016269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115271961476016269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115271961476016269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115271961476016269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/embarrased-angry.html' title='Embarrased. Angry.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115260983002644541</id><published>2006-07-11T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T02:23:50.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams In A Few Weeks Time. Tests. Projects.</title><content type='html'>I have TONS of projects to complete. I'm having many2 test like no one's business. And exams are coming up on by one. OVERWHELMING no of quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR GOD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls help me endeavour this short term heartache of sch. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey. i love my frenz at poly. OKAY, that's it. no more prasan-ing eh people. =P Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115260983002644541?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115260983002644541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115260983002644541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115260983002644541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115260983002644541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/exams-in-few-weeks-time-tests-projects.html' title='Exams In A Few Weeks Time. Tests. Projects.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115253915617075276</id><published>2006-07-10T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T06:45:56.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem For The One.</title><content type='html'>I never got to know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I know you're somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Who knows you might be someone I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But without further ado&lt;br /&gt;I shall only leave it to God&lt;br /&gt;For he knows what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;My soul and my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never played with feelings&lt;br /&gt;I got no time to flirt&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to ignore those guys&lt;br /&gt;But I just want you to be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is everything&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure&lt;br /&gt;Time confirms anythig&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;As leaves decompose&lt;br /&gt;Winds fly pass&lt;br /&gt;You're getting old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you by my side&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;When I feel extreme sadness&lt;br /&gt;When I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to share those moments&lt;br /&gt;Independent I can be&lt;br /&gt;Study hard yes I can do&lt;br /&gt;Be somebody is easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;meeting the one&lt;br /&gt;means I and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will that moment ever come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115253915617075276?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115253915617075276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115253915617075276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115253915617075276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115253915617075276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/poem-for-one.html' title='A Poem For The One.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115252940006265885</id><published>2006-07-10T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T04:08:54.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss From A Rose. Singapore Science Centre. Award.</title><content type='html'>Kiss From A Rose. I really wish that my future hubby/boyfriend wud sing to me this song. Too bad.. The right one hasn't entered my life. It'll be very romantic. Just imagine u and him sitting by the beach. He reaches your arms &amp; sings to you this song. (I don't care if the voice ain't nice but it's really awesome) He talks to you. Tells you his problem. Comes closer to you. And looks deep in your eyes. Closes your eyes with his hands.. Whispers I love you to your ear. And gives you a kiss. A kiss from a rose. Hehek. Romantic lar. But it's sad lar. I haven't found a guy who truly loves me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Science Centre. Can't wait to go ar! Haha! Cause it's FREE! AHHHH! Nak pergi. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Award. Gonna write a top notch story. Hopefully I qualify. Wee Wee! Haha, thanks RAJES! (= Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the lyric from KISS FROM A ROSE BY SEAL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You became the light on the dark side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I get of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it feels, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that your rose is in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much a man can tell you,So much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it feels, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And if I should fall along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...been kissed by a rose on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much a man can tell you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My power, my pleasure, my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it feels, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it feels, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that your rose is in bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115252940006265885?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115252940006265885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115252940006265885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115252940006265885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115252940006265885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/kiss-from-rose-singapore-science.html' title='Kiss From A Rose. Singapore Science Centre. Award.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115243073578169989</id><published>2006-07-09T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:38:55.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Idol Tickets. Lazy bum.</title><content type='html'>YAY! YAHOO! Vendekam. Haha. I've gotten a free ticket to Singapore Idol Final Round by my cousin's papa. YES. Hehek. Now I can get to see Paul 2 Hill life. Hehek. (; Great. And Rahimah Rahim too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy bum. Yeah. I hate being a lazy  bum. CHANGE FAEKAH CHANGE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115243073578169989?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115243073578169989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115243073578169989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115243073578169989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115243073578169989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/singapore-idol-tickets-lazy-bum.html' title='Singapore Idol Tickets. Lazy bum.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115235375127073552</id><published>2006-07-08T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T03:21:03.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are the promises I've made?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just hate myself. Where are commitments &amp; dedications I've made for myself? I'm going bonkers okay. I need to REALLY discipline myself. Have I like lost my way spiritually? Haha. God, pls change me BIG time. I need more discipline and commitment.. (whisper) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;plus exercise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please change me before it's too late to even change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115235375127073552?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115235375127073552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115235375127073552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115235375127073552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115235375127073552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-are-promises-ive-made.html' title='Where are the promises I&apos;ve made?'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115227182654778710</id><published>2006-07-07T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T04:30:26.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad for her. All change.</title><content type='html'>I'm sad for my friend. She just broke up with her guy. It's sad. I just feel so much of her sadness. Obviously, she doesn't want to break but we've got to accept the fact that everything happens for a reason. Without a doubt. Irwan seems to be a great friend to talk to. Haha. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want attention. Positive one lar. I'm like that. MANJA lar in other words. Hehe. I can be romantic but that completely depends on who that particular person is. Haha. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough. Not being pessimistic but I've just given up hope on love. Dunno whether there's such a thing as fate or not. Haha, but have to believe in God cause he is the creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change. YES, change. NOWNOWNOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115227182654778710?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115227182654778710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115227182654778710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115227182654778710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115227182654778710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/sad-for-her-all-change.html' title='Sad for her. All change.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115219110880870631</id><published>2006-07-06T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T06:05:08.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry Baby.</title><content type='html'>I like to laugh a lot. And I really LOVE my friends who tag along with me. Fatin rocks my life ar. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry everyday because of my parents.. You know why? I just keep things to myself. It's like they would do so much for me. What have I done so much? I didn't enter a JC or smthg. I really pray that life in poly wud be a rewarding experience. I want to let them be happy.. If I'm not happy, it's okay. I wish to get a gd job later on. As in this upcoming vacation. Haiz. I hope God listens. I'm so upset by the fact that I don't make them laugh at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined a day where I would loose one of them. I don't want to! My dad lives on medicine.. My mom isn't well tho. But they're remaining strong. Oh my god, I really got to wake up and stop thinking about relationship. I should put them before myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be their perfect daughter. And my brother the perfect son. I wanna be religious. I wanna do well. I wanna be loved by them. They are so cute &amp; adorable.. Hehe. Dear God, please bless them pls. I really pray for them to live long if can &amp;amp; bless them with much of your love &amp; luck. They deserve the best &amp;amp; an improvised daughter. Change me pls. Haha. I have to be better for them. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaylar. I guess I know who's my true love for now. God.. My parents.. Brother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some of my good friends who rawk my life! Hehek. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, check out the pics below lar. PLSPLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115219110880870631?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115219110880870631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115219110880870631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115219110880870631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115219110880870631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/cry-baby.html' title='Cry Baby.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115218630489520635</id><published>2006-07-06T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:29:22.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The photos taken during my father's small birthday party between my papa, mama, me &amp; adik. Hehek. Enjoy the retarded-ness of me. Haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cake for PAPA BEAR. Hehek! Nice you know? Want some? Go &amp;amp; buy it yourself. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 476px" height="660" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g265/stripedingreen/PIC00162.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's like SO obvious I'm trying to act cute when I'm not. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 490px" height="566" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g265/stripedingreen/PIC00164.jpg" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My darling PAPA. Hehek. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 382px" height="559" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g265/stripedingreen/PIC00163.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My PAPA &amp; me. Love him lotsa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="647" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g265/stripedingreen/PIC00172.jpg" width="395" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I update more lar. I'm lazy now. Sorry. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115218630489520635?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115218630489520635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115218630489520635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115218630489520635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115218630489520635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/photos.html' title='Photos.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115218464739273702</id><published>2006-07-06T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T04:17:27.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired. Thank you Zach. Monotonous.</title><content type='html'>I feel so uber tired right now. Hehek. Tired lar. Cannot angkat. Haha. But this tiredness will only last for a moment. I should stay strong cause I'm not working right now. Hehek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Zach (my gorgeous godbro) for the Superman earrings. (; They were nice! Hehek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monotonous. My heart is monotonous from love after experiences accumulated as I grow up. Fate? Well, I don't bother that much anymore cause I don't think he's out there. I've got to accept that lar. Haha. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, studies will be my boyfriend. (: I love you studies. You're my sayang. I sayang you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YEAH, gonna update my daddy's birthday photos here. I LOVE HIM TO THE MAX! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115218464739273702?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115218464739273702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115218464739273702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115218464739273702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115218464739273702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/tired-thank-you-zach-monotonous.html' title='Tired. Thank you Zach. Monotonous.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115211726999259877</id><published>2006-07-05T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T09:34:30.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Future. God.</title><content type='html'>I understand God lets everything happen for a reason. I feel so bad whenever I bitch about someone. But it's all natural. I state the facts. I don't bitch to spoil friendships or whatsoever. It's retarded to claim myself as a goodie to shoes BUT the fact is I think before I speak. I know the consequences of my actions. Sometimes, I just can't bottle up my feelings you see. I tend to share. And I sincerely hope this time round, the friends I share my thoughts with would appreciate my sincerity in terms of words for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In NYP, I cherish so many people. My class for instance. In my heart, I engrave each of their names. My CCA. I love it too. The people are nice. I know I'm blessed right now, but the devil's mind games really influenced me just now. I got SUPER emotional &amp; etc. I am a strong girl and I hate it when I get weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be independent. I want to make my mummy &amp; papa proud. I really love them hardcore. My grandma Nyai Ju, I can't forget her. Whenever I study, she's on my mine. I miss her lar in other words. She was a great nenek, even tho she wasn't my real grandma, she shared the same birthday as me. Her personality tallies with mine. Seriously.. I REGRET not being able to hug her &amp;amp; kiss her cheeks. I regret. Now, I'm left to pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..I learnt one thing. Cherish all that God has blessed you with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only pray for these: Excellent grades, Good boyfriend/hubby, Long-lasting friendships, LOVE my sayang parents forever, change my brother/stop him from playing maple cause I miss his manja-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a story that lies beneath the laughter I'm willing to share with you guys. Enjoy. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115211726999259877?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115211726999259877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115211726999259877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115211726999259877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115211726999259877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-future-god.html' title='My Future. God.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115209232489681698</id><published>2006-07-05T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T02:38:44.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuties.</title><content type='html'>I was so utterly blessed today. There were like TONS of cuties roaming ard. Haha. Happy sia. That's the blessing in disguise abt being single. You can see and there are available chances everywhere. (: Smiles &amp; Winks *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Okay. Especially the part where I &amp; the girls were entering the lift. There was this hottie. He was super hot. (; He seriously is. And he was wearing brown. I so like guys in brown shirt. It melts me to the max. Hehe. Especially if the guy looks sporting and all that. WOW. Hehek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I've gotten a criteria list about my dream guy aka future hubby. Haha. After much thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;1. His eyes must captivate me &amp; make my heart go BOOMBOOM. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sexy kiss. Hehek. (Honestly LAR. Come on!)&lt;br /&gt;3.  LOYAL.&lt;br /&gt;4. Layan me even though he's not bored.&lt;br /&gt;5. Got future. Not for my sake only but for my future family.&lt;br /&gt;6. Loves religion. (;&lt;br /&gt;7. Loves me to the max.&lt;br /&gt;8. Like to laugh &amp; joke a lot.&lt;br /&gt;9. Huggable.&lt;br /&gt;10. Likes me even if I were to look distorted one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiin. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals in life? Keep it short &amp; simple. I wish to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaylar. That's it. Hehek. Sorry about these guy thingy. It's normal cause I'm a teenager. Don't think I'm gatal or wad. This is from my heart OKAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115209232489681698?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115209232489681698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115209232489681698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115209232489681698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115209232489681698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/cuties.html' title='Cuties.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115201835037913798</id><published>2006-07-04T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T06:05:50.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, it's 20. Laughter.</title><content type='html'>Oh my gawd. The horoscope in New Paper was extreme crap. Love is NOT high in the air. Haha. CRAP. Talk cock. Hehe. I knew horoscopes just ain't real. I mean God, he decides everything seh. So, I really should stick with my plan to remain single till I'm 20 yrs old. Haha. Everything happens for a reason lar I guess. I won't be pessimistic though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did quite okay for it 1843. Hope exams would be better tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And LAUGHTER. Haha. I laughed so many today. Amiin. Love you Allah. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115201835037913798?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115201835037913798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115201835037913798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115201835037913798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115201835037913798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-its-20-laughter.html' title='Yes, it&apos;s 20. Laughter.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115194006408457410</id><published>2006-07-03T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T08:21:04.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone.</title><content type='html'>Hmm. I have this feeling, but I'd rather isolate it to myself for now. (: Cause I always don't get what I want most of the times. Just my luck. As in crush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115194006408457410?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115194006408457410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115194006408457410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115194006408457410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115194006408457410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/07/someone.html' title='Someone.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115173002256071016</id><published>2006-06-30T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T22:00:22.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach.</title><content type='html'>Actually, my dream has always been to teach. Hmm. But no opportunities related to education has been offered to me yet. I'm sad about that BUT well, what can I do? Not my rezeki yet I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115173002256071016?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115173002256071016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115173002256071016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115173002256071016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115173002256071016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/06/teach.html' title='Teach.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115172401770749737</id><published>2006-06-30T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T20:27:50.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama &amp; Papa. Death. Thanksgiving. Specs.</title><content type='html'>I love my mama &amp; papa very much. No matter what they say/do, I really love them too much. I love them deeply in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know lah but that's my principle. Haha, TO THE MAX. If I love someone, I'd love to the max as well. I don't wanna lie to myself or hurt the other party like some girls who play with feelings. My future boyfriend is gonna be my engage partner and my husband. I really pray that God would bless me with a great guy who loves God very much, would love me deeply, hug me everyday, give me a kiss at my cheek everyday, pray for me everyday to be safe &amp;amp; sound, protect me.. Hehe. I'll pray for that guy too. If I sincerely love him. The way I love my parents. Problem is, he's not in sight yet. Haha, but I pray for me &amp; him (unknown), to be blessed by God. Our relationship lah. And hopefully, I wouldn't do anything "haram". Hehek! =P Nolah, I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death. When it takes it's toll on your loved ones, it'd be the most saddest experience. Sincerely. I'm afraid to loose my loved ones.. But that's in God's hands. But I fear this the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving today. I hope I wouldn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specs. My darling/sayang brother still hasn't woken up. People say me &amp;amp; him look so much the same. OH, confirm I don't wish to loose my brother. I love him to the max.. People say we look so much like twins. That's because our love for each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is very strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how he is, I'll love him forever. Sayang adik ku yang bucuk budak tu. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115172401770749737?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115172401770749737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115172401770749737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115172401770749737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115172401770749737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/06/mama-papa-death-thanksgiving-specs.html' title='Mama &amp; Papa. Death. Thanksgiving. Specs.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115167861829493793</id><published>2006-06-30T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T07:43:38.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirtatious. Infatuation.</title><content type='html'>Some people are just desired flirtatious freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And infatuation is an idiotic feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the word "infatuation". It's irritating to like a person when the person doesn't like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ps: I hate Maple. It changes a good boy into an addictive CRAZY gamer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115167861829493793?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115167861829493793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115167861829493793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115167861829493793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115167861829493793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/06/flirtatious-infatuation.html' title='Flirtatious. Infatuation.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115166198155350354</id><published>2006-06-30T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T03:06:21.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot camera. Not fighting. Buy Specs. A Team.</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot to bring my freaking camera. Haha, so sad. So many memories could just be kept for future sightings in my photo book. Hehe. Sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fighting today. Cause my legs HURT. Hehek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy specs. Like REALLY need to. I need it to just cover up any future eye bags. Haha. I got this idea from Mr Fadzil. (; My good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Team was perfect today. Haha, I enjoyed myself hardcore. And SACHIN was being really irritating. But he's fun to be with lar basically. Haha. All the other members are funny too. I SO love them okay. Hehe, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye people. May God bless you people too. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115166198155350354?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115166198155350354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115166198155350354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115166198155350354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115166198155350354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/06/forgot-camera-not-fighting-buy-specs.html' title='Forgot camera. Not fighting. Buy Specs. A Team.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115159764789305825</id><published>2006-06-29T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T09:14:07.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera. Reincarnation.</title><content type='html'>I felt reborn again when I woke up today. Thinking of green &amp; the Almighty, for giving me another chance at life. To become a better person, to experience a better life. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I better commit myself to my plans. I really should. )= Kept on thinking about tmr's SAF thingy. I hope I wouldn't embarass myself. Hehe. Cause I'm rather shy inside. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and I pray I wouldn't forget my free digi camera. Gonna take snap shorts. And thanks Aisyah for the bag &amp; digi cam. Especially Cik Wati, thank you very much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Geek in Green&lt;br /&gt;(Haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115159764789305825?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115159764789305825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115159764789305825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115159764789305825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115159764789305825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/06/camera-reincarnation.html' title='Camera. Reincarnation.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115157956350448283</id><published>2006-06-29T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T04:12:43.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN. SAF. Period.</title><content type='html'>I've done the first and foremost step. I'm growing and everything. I know I'm just seventeen but well. I deleted my MSN as my forwarded step in making my quest possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAF. I hope it wouldn't be a disaster. I sincerely wish that I would present myself well. Haha. PLUSPLUS; there would be tons of cute hunks there. Thanks Amrath for letting see the good views. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, period. It's very irritating for girls especially when it hurts the stomache. )= Hehek. Cannot tahan lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm trying to be there for my real Nenek. (: Haha. I love her to the max too. We laughed so much today. Okaylar, can be said that I love the elderly and respect them loads. I was so blessed in the car today. Haha, as it went SHOOSH, I got to see like so many nice greenery. Hehe. I love nature so much &lt;3 Good views &amp; stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my aunt belanja-ed at Lorong Ah Soo. Hehek. (: Nicenicenice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm just feeling ohkay today. My auntie wants to like invite me to Singapore Idol Final Round. I'm happy about that. Haha, but I really hope it'd be possible to go there! I wish to hear their singing life and if possible, get their autographs or smth. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaylar, good nyt. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115157956350448283?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115157956350448283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115157956350448283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115157956350448283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115157956350448283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/06/msn-saf-period.html' title='MSN. SAF. Period.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115151230417467397</id><published>2006-06-28T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T09:31:44.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Allah. Thank you, Zach.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Allah. He has woken me up. At the nick of time when I wanted a job so much. Now's not the time. I've allocated a month to work. So, I'm happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Zach too. He reminded me abt make up. It's like I wish to pray but my make up has to be washed first. And I think he's right. I'm changing my image. Gonna wear glasses. Though I have no degree. Wear simple pink lipstick. And head to school. So, if I wish to pray, it'd be easier. At least I have time for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death has thought me a lot. Fate is in God's hands. Your fate will love you for who you are. So, I won't make up so thick or anything. I'm still schooling. If I have completed studying, perhaps.. I'll go Jean Yip or something. HAHA. anyone sponsoring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Suhaila wants to belanja me Seoul Garden. That's SOO sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wonderful parents and friends. God bless them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my trusted readers too. Hehe. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115151230417467397?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115151230417467397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115151230417467397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115151230417467397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115151230417467397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-you-allah-thank-you-zach.html' title='Thank you, Allah. Thank you, Zach.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115149954703430910</id><published>2006-06-28T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T05:59:07.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handphone. Work. Discipline.</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's time to discipline myself to the max. I've checked myself thoroughly and it's true. I'm slacking further more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My HP has been decided to be switched off from morning to night. It can only be used during breaks. And that's it. When I'm in sch, I shouldn't bring my HP. Etc etc. No point lah. The basic purpose is to call and SMS. I'm wasting my time sms-ing Irwan. He's like showing care which I think isn't real. Waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN also. I think I'll delete it when school starts. Time to get nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK. I hope God blesses me with the most yummy-est job. Dear God, pls okay. I really want  a job, to ease my parents burden. I love them too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaylah, dere's been two deaths in a row dis week. I'm sad lah, but I've learnt stuffs lar. I shouldn't waste my life while I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend can wait lar I guess. 3 more years to 20 years old. It's okay.. Hehe. For now, work hard. Hehek. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115149954703430910?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115149954703430910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115149954703430910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115149954703430910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115149954703430910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/06/handphone-work-discipline.html' title='Handphone. Work. Discipline.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115141127268129291</id><published>2006-06-27T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T05:27:52.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love. My Parents. (:L</title><content type='html'>Love. I just watched Hindustan and my heart, you can't imagine how much it's beating. Haha. I'm keen about love but I'm just afraid. I'm afraid that my heart might get broken. I'm afraid that the guy would be unfaithful. I'm just so afraid. That's all. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've always known he's out there. Trouble is, I don't know his identity but it would be a pleasure for me to discover who he is. Seriously. I know fate is in God's hands but mine is taking rather long don't you think? However, I'll stick with my 20 yr old promise and see which guy can actually wait for me THAT long. Haha. Not to make the guy wait but to see his true love for me deep inside. Hehe. It would be romantic. Then, I'll start being romantic. Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus now are my studies and CCA. I'm a fool lar actually. I know studies are important and my promise to Nenek. Oh my God, she has just passed away but I don't redeem myself to her promise. Bloody hell, I hate myself for that. I love her. I love my mother. I love my father. Easier said but do I show it academically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a good job but do I pray for it? Haiz. A lazy ass. I better wake up before it's too late. Goodbye people. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115141127268129291?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115141127268129291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115141127268129291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115141127268129291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115141127268129291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-my-parents-l.html' title='Love. My Parents. (:L'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115138268348459852</id><published>2006-06-26T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:31:23.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed up with $.</title><content type='html'>Money is idiotic. Everywhere you go, it's always $ $ $. Whatever man. Life in Singapore is harsh. God, pls i beg of you provide me with a rewarding career. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)= Upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115138268348459852?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115138268348459852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115138268348459852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115138268348459852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115138268348459852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/06/fed-up-with.html' title='Fed up with $.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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-30313007.post-115137449753596613</id><published>2006-06-26T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T01:37:34.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog. New Attitude. New Life.</title><content type='html'>Hello. I know, fussy being. Keeps on changing her blog address &amp; everything. I most certainly have my own reasons but I won't state it here in order not to hurt anyone's feelings. (: Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't wait for sch. Projects are SOON going to be done. (: I've prepared my clothings for sch on this upcoming Monday. On Friday, I'm visiting SAF as prior to my CCA. (= Hooray! Nas is going. I have a friend. Haha! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now, what else should be stated here? Erm, today I've planned what to be done. I need to carry on with my houseworks. See you guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses &amp;amp; Hugs;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Basically my life is BORING. Nothing much has happened since.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30313007-115137449753596613?l=fameka89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/feeds/115137449753596613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30313007&amp;postID=115137449753596613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115137449753596613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30313007/posts/default/115137449753596613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fameka89.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-blog-new-attitude-new-life.html' title='New blog. New Attitude. New Life.'/><author><name>fameka89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13189230008377509945</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></feed>
