<?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-2541549257796541258</id><updated>2012-01-26T06:34:12.751-08:00</updated><category term='sorry i dont use fake longchamp bags ^^'/><category term='tomoro is our aniversary (:'/><category term='tragedy september.'/><category term='ISOMNIA.'/><category term='iloveeyounotmatterwhat.'/><category term='ccccoppppppppppppx'/><category term='MY LOVESTORY.'/><category term='didn&apos;t text u ):'/><category term='i miss sradz. ):'/><category term='you yourself doing the same thing.'/><category term='sorry dear friends.'/><category term='i saw ilyka and i love her.'/><category term='i dun hav you own pic sorry):'/><category term='i missing u soo much dear bbygerls .'/><category term='and not forgetting'/><category term='desperately ):'/><category term='fuckoffofffuckfuckoffofffuckfuckoffofffuck.'/><category term='ily'/><category term='he&apos;s arrogant and irritating'/><category term='you all might not get me'/><category term='is ma permed hair nice or not? damn.'/><category term='i miss you soo damn much.'/><category term='im missing anak hashim yang second so much. i swear.'/><category term='seriously'/><category term='should i or should i not?'/><category term='i feel like breaking down )&quot;;'/><category term='cn u ?'/><category term='cause i love yaaa. (:'/><category term='thats why i love her.'/><category term='dah 3 post . ahaha'/><category term='takecare ;D'/><category term='she terrified me alot'/><category term='rip raralip'/><category term='just ferget it.'/><category term='cause its ova ma head. i think about it ova n ove again.'/><category term='aku happpyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy sekali(:'/><category term='aww doggybby'/><category term='sorry dearest sora for being so harsh here but i hate it when ppl do dhis ta u.'/><category term='ihy n fuck u . aha'/><category term='$$$$ come to me.'/><category term='sooooooo gonna miss you'/><category term='COUNTING dowwnnnnnn vvvvvvvvvvv'/><category term='go bace my last post cn?'/><category term='baru satu hari'/><category term='but whu cares? (:'/><category term='i love danel.'/><category term='i saw fuck(s) just now.'/><category term='im sorry'/><category term='i&apos;lll still love you boy.'/><category term='danel husin'/><category term='JUST GO GET A LIFE WILL U ?'/><category term='I LOVE MYSELF.'/><category term='sick and tired of everything everything'/><category term='takecare cikgu'/><category term='imy'/><category term='FUCK OFFFFING.'/><category term='damnn sorry fahmii ):'/><category term='crying is a good was to relieve sadness.'/><category term='bukak pintunya neng abg bangla mau masuk dong. haha'/><category term='i love ur shoes.'/><category term='i love ur shoes. pinkkkk (:'/><category term='streesss aku dibuatnyerr'/><category term='*_________*'/><category term='amin.'/><category term='if you don&apos;t like it'/><category term='banyak berangan sngt . haha .'/><category term='i saw a witch in a shop last week'/><category term='sakit hati sekali.'/><category term='ILOVEYOUDANNIE.'/><category term='think again'/><category term='putri elisya lestari. ):'/><category term='goshhhh. muke macam baru kene maen. haha kae shhh.'/><category term='i may be happy but deep inside'/><category term='you&apos;re officially mine.'/><category term='loveee yaaaa ezah.(:'/><category term='like yesterday even though it was just a try.'/><category term='thanks ppl(:'/><category term='wadevaitis'/><category term='im not .'/><category term='love you.'/><category term='why do i feel like im being used?'/><category term='istillloveyou'/><category term='lets start it all ova again (:'/><category term='i cn afford'/><category term='i miss those tymes'/><category term='haish'/><category term='ilovegergerl.'/><category term='once again im really sorry prettyhead ):'/><category term='imy bie }:'/><category term='i had real fun'/><category term='think about it aye ?'/><category term='no matter how irritatin u are'/><title type='text'>Danel husin's.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>344</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-795494319452645090</id><published>2012-01-26T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:34:12.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BmKSQcJxJY/TyFjKiPzEiI/AAAAAAAACS4/X3yqt5Fw2Gc/s1600/IMG_4371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BmKSQcJxJY/TyFjKiPzEiI/AAAAAAAACS4/X3yqt5Fw2Gc/s400/IMG_4371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701947635870667298" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;living my life happily with muhd haikal. luv you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BmKSQcJxJY/TyFjKiPzEiI/AAAAAAAACS4/X3yqt5Fw2Gc/s1600/IMG_4371.JPG" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Joc15FIspo/TyFjvAj1D-I/AAAAAAAACTE/0OcjIqbbEt4/s400/Photo_00005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701948262483038178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha uploaded an ugly picture of me once in awhile. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so screwed my o's, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-795494319452645090?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/795494319452645090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/living-my-life-happily-with-muhd-haikal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/795494319452645090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/795494319452645090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/living-my-life-happily-with-muhd-haikal.html' title=''/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BmKSQcJxJY/TyFjKiPzEiI/AAAAAAAACS4/X3yqt5Fw2Gc/s72-c/IMG_4371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-819282466523649281</id><published>2012-01-03T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T06:45:35.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The reason why i have a blog. &lt;div&gt;I hav a perfect family, but this doesnt mean im happy with my life. I have&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt; sisters, yanna the oldest. Nadia the one who passed away last 2 years and felysha, the youngest. Im the second child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;My parents claimed tht im the worst among the rest. Im rude, rebellious. Everything.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;Im tyring my best to change. To be a better Person. To be a better daughter too. To be a good daughter. Im trying my best to shut my mouth up whenever they start scolding. im working hard to get money so that i could help myself instead of using mummy's money. She claims that im using lots of her money and she doesnt like it. Im working hard to get as much money as i could so that i could pay those people who hav helped me. Im working hard to get as much money so that i can buy the things tht i want. I working hard to as much money so that i could feed myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;To me myself, i always felt tht im pushed away. Its not a good feeling. And i'll always get this shitty feeling that im not needed in people's life. Its not great. This is one of the reasons why i hate people who ignore me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;Aku tengok mak ngn anak g town shopping, makan due org. Aku buat ape? Selalu terkurung kat bilik. Aku tengok org satu family lat living room duduk ketawe ketawe aku kat dalam bilik. Aku tengok orang share ngn mak die pasal matair semue. Aku share kat kawan kawan aku. Aku tengok orang happy happy ketawe ngn mak. Aku buat ape? Tak boleh salahkan dorang, aku selalu keluar merayap. Aku tengok orang yang tak mampu pun dapat penuh kasih sayang dari ibu. Aku? Dapat duduk diam. Dari dulu sampai sekarang selalu macam gini. Sampai bile nak habis macam gini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-819282466523649281?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/819282466523649281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/reason-why-i-have-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/819282466523649281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/819282466523649281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/reason-why-i-have-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2541549257796541258.post-2869531393530134341</id><published>2011-12-13T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:02:22.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hi, im done with o levels and im working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things are gonna change soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-2869531393530134341?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2869531393530134341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/hi-im-done-with-o-levels-and-im-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2869531393530134341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2869531393530134341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/hi-im-done-with-o-levels-and-im-working.html' title=''/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2541549257796541258.post-209395010555721089</id><published>2011-11-04T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T08:32:19.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss everything. i miss getting pampered by you, you and also you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want my life back and i know im not happy. i want to die, and i want to know what happens if i die other thn going to hell. i wanna knw what happens to my luv ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fullstop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dont believe you anymore. i swear i dont. and can i give up? but tht's just ridiculous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do you love me? i dont feel convinced. i dont wnna take any revenge cuz it wouldnt have an ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-209395010555721089?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/209395010555721089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-miss-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/209395010555721089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/209395010555721089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-miss-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2541549257796541258.post-1330609086178963311</id><published>2011-09-08T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T07:15:29.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life bloomed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVxG7LWlzDw/TmjNs8E_NVI/AAAAAAAACSI/ExQhxILnf7s/s1600/319670_251874341509792_100000616835350_815213_5191647_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVxG7LWlzDw/TmjNs8E_NVI/AAAAAAAACSI/ExQhxILnf7s/s400/319670_251874341509792_100000616835350_815213_5191647_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so apparently life was total fuck shit when i broke up with dannie, however, i tried my best to forget him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i begged him, told him to come back to me. since he decided to go on with the girl that he never had. i did respect his decision. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i welcomed Haikal in my life. so, he was just a friend of mine. the day when i broke up w dannie, he was there to comfort me. he's like my bestfriend, he try his best to cheer me up whenever im sad. he's a nice guy. still , i dont get the fact why do girls hurt him. i got bullied by him for like 10 thousand times, but still he he's soft hearted guy. even if he's a bitch, he does come to all the way to bedok frm woodlands, one end to the other. awesum much? waiting for dannie was unfruitful so i decided to forget him and contact haikal instead. I SWEAR TO GOD I THOUGHT IT WAS INFATUATION, NO IT WASNT. when dannie knew tht i was contacting haikal, he came back to me, begging me for another chance. i wouldnt want to hurt the both of them, especially haikal, we're like totally fine, afterall, he's very nice, caring, and he does tell me that im important to him. so i wouldnt want to hurt haikal.&amp;nbsp;so yeaaaaa, i found out he likes me since...... idk when. but still, it makes me smile cuz i liked him before. so yes, we took everything slowly, before getting together, i met his parents, and i luv his mother. i just dont know why am i closer to people's mom. totally weird. got his true UGLY COLOURS. overall, i still can tolerate him. he's very pampered, but he doesnt show it. he luvssss jumping into conclusions and he loves kissing me like a sucker fish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;maybe you all think that i fall in love easily. yes i do promised that i'll stay single. think about it, i wouldnt want to waste my time, waiting for my ex-boyf to come back to me. SEE, &amp;nbsp;it clearly states that it was then a slap on his face when he knew i was contacting with another guy. im not stupid, dont fool me around. im not gnna stand there and wait for him to come. imagine if i wasnt contacting haikal, will he come back to me? see, sometimes, when we're all out and the other party is not. whats the point of waiting. dont you think its a waste of time? think about it if you're in my shoes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-1330609086178963311?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1330609086178963311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-life-bloomed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1330609086178963311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1330609086178963311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-life-bloomed.html' title='my life bloomed'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BVxG7LWlzDw/TmjNs8E_NVI/AAAAAAAACSI/ExQhxILnf7s/s72-c/319670_251874341509792_100000616835350_815213_5191647_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-3780086178062291121</id><published>2011-07-16T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T21:51:35.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imma dead vegetable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBRcDn9hx4k/TiJpjzPqyNI/AAAAAAAACSA/oI6K3FX76SE/s1600/Photo_00008.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBRcDn9hx4k/TiJpjzPqyNI/AAAAAAAACSA/oI6K3FX76SE/s400/Photo_00008.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630178547938805970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hi im so bored. im at jb house and i want to study. i want to sleep and i need to be loved again. can anyone luv me? but no. i want to only be loved by danel husin k fullstop.\&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7B4TPQFD7bM/TiJpjt2hr4I/AAAAAAAACR4/kRDC6t8EAjQ/s1600/255746_10150216095239491_695314490_6926521_8068198_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7B4TPQFD7bM/TiJpjt2hr4I/AAAAAAAACR4/kRDC6t8EAjQ/s400/255746_10150216095239491_695314490_6926521_8068198_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630178546491174786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yes, i guess everything is nt over cuz we're still friends. yay! im happy for you, hav a gr8 life ahead. :&amp;gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-3780086178062291121?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3780086178062291121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/07/imma-dead-vegetable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3780086178062291121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3780086178062291121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/07/imma-dead-vegetable.html' title='imma dead vegetable.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBRcDn9hx4k/TiJpjzPqyNI/AAAAAAAACSA/oI6K3FX76SE/s72-c/Photo_00008.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-5704932355443054229</id><published>2011-06-27T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T03:58:14.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wavehouse suck like shit i hate you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Xm92yAkkMg/TghhlNrtTYI/AAAAAAAACRw/phoH0W984fQ/s1600/121.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Xm92yAkkMg/TghhlNrtTYI/AAAAAAAACRw/phoH0W984fQ/s400/121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622851426728103298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody is going wavehouse to party party. whatever la. idc anym. im just to tired of giving my attention on people when they dont care. currently in genting still danggggg missing pariah sia knn. omg. lol. theres too much malay bitched here, total fashion disaster though. but wateva, i dun look pretty when im here though unless my boyfriend is here, which is impossible cuz he's having fun partying. honestly, i think he should wait till i start partying so he knows how insecure can he be when im in the club. lol. &lt;div&gt;so yea, those malay guys here, really need a big tight slap for me, goes to those chinese guys here. omg, to be honest, THEY ARE FUGLY, DISGUSTING. omg they dont shave their facial hair, which makes me wnna puke mre. ohh well, what can i say, i hate msia and im getting sick and tired it. lol. next year, im gnna be a minah msia cuz im migrating there. im moving there, in a terrace, which is pathetic. but you have to take a look at my mums bed, its gorg. shall snap it and post it aye? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missing mateen firdaus like too much ahhh lol. so bored of not listening to his voice. sigh, papinette abubakar, you miss me or not? i miss you lehh :( hate you for forgetting me. hmph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for you dude, i had enough of fighting. i swear to god. bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i updaste soon aye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-5704932355443054229?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5704932355443054229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/06/wavehouse-suck-like-shit-i-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5704932355443054229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5704932355443054229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/06/wavehouse-suck-like-shit-i-hate-you.html' title='wavehouse suck like shit i hate you.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Xm92yAkkMg/TghhlNrtTYI/AAAAAAAACRw/phoH0W984fQ/s72-c/121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-7215776088008943742</id><published>2011-06-25T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T04:31:12.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you :C</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DP5VGmdd7-8/TgXG_CZ8xQI/AAAAAAAACRo/aVVBmXaGmTs/s1600/246715_10150216084339491_695314490_6926354_5662882_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DP5VGmdd7-8/TgXG_CZ8xQI/AAAAAAAACRo/aVVBmXaGmTs/s400/246715_10150216084339491_695314490_6926354_5662882_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622118496121701634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-7215776088008943742?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7215776088008943742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-miss-you-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/7215776088008943742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/7215776088008943742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-miss-you-c.html' title='i miss you :C'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DP5VGmdd7-8/TgXG_CZ8xQI/AAAAAAAACRo/aVVBmXaGmTs/s72-c/246715_10150216084339491_695314490_6926354_5662882_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-4223737210737393509</id><published>2011-06-25T03:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T04:02:22.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long lost unupdated bloggy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lib7NKEuH7E/TgW-UdtDQlI/AAAAAAAACRg/6BncFgN1-8s/s1600/IMG_0901.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lib7NKEuH7E/TgW-UdtDQlI/AAAAAAAACRg/6BncFgN1-8s/s400/IMG_0901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622108968622178898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ohhhhhh hi! its been mnths since i've updated. people change, everything changes. lets just talk abt today can i? or last two days. for these past few days, i've been quarelling with danel, everything is okay i guess? im just feeling a little insecure for now. i dun wnna mention the reaosn why we fight aye? so im currently at jb house, im gg Genting Highlands tmrw, sadness. but i'll get to shop there. it will be lots of fun even if its just me and my elder sister. oh ya, went to visit dhia's grave just now, felt like im miss her truckloads. so yea. i've got nothing much to say CUZ I DONT WANNA START YAPPING, IT'LL MAKE MY BLOG BORING AND I DONT LIKE THT. danel husin is currently at bedok reservoir watching wakeboarding competition. i bet there'll be lots of chics ahhh. but fuck it, im currently in msia, so i think im gnna be the prettiest minah in m'sia. okay, much luvs. shall update tmrw or what aye? bye. xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-4223737210737393509?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4223737210737393509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/06/long-lost-unupdated-bloggy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4223737210737393509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4223737210737393509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/06/long-lost-unupdated-bloggy.html' title='long lost unupdated bloggy.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lib7NKEuH7E/TgW-UdtDQlI/AAAAAAAACRg/6BncFgN1-8s/s72-c/IMG_0901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-3503801219857486700</id><published>2011-03-15T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:40:38.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x6Ez8JgZKIE/TYATEPeZoQI/AAAAAAAACRU/YulGTi949pQ/s1600/DSCF3648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x6Ez8JgZKIE/TYATEPeZoQI/AAAAAAAACRU/YulGTi949pQ/s400/DSCF3648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584484501533860098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my life is much more different nao cuz i've been spending my time with my lappy instead of baby. but its just fine for me cuz i hav my friends around me, i think baby is angry at me currently. i guess so. idk what happened yesterday when we otp but i realised he was still using fb and 3-5. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-3503801219857486700?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3503801219857486700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/03/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3503801219857486700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3503801219857486700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/03/life.html' title='life.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x6Ez8JgZKIE/TYATEPeZoQI/AAAAAAAACRU/YulGTi949pQ/s72-c/DSCF3648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-3651654048557589614</id><published>2011-02-24T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T00:26:30.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ejwQfxG1ac/TWYU7QIZAgI/AAAAAAAACRM/s9URDeqE3XU/s1600/182431_111561432253193_100001980090375_86493_4081636_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ejwQfxG1ac/TWYU7QIZAgI/AAAAAAAACRM/s9URDeqE3XU/s400/182431_111561432253193_100001980090375_86493_4081636_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577168196719936002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay like wait? he's pissing me off more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you dont know what is it like to wait for a person up to 11 hours everyday, just to talk to him otp.  rotting all the way, have nothing to do and probably get crazy. i'll tell you more abt it kayy danel husin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; imagine mate kau dah kuyu, abeh die ckp die dah nak smpi, k tu takpe, kau tunggu. dah gtu, die msg kau alek, cakap yng dier kene gie rumah pakcik die. cummon, mengamok uhh? pkir ape, tunggu org tak penat pe? lagi aku gie skola bangun kul 6.30, balek kul 8. tunggu kau semue. wahlau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-3651654048557589614?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3651654048557589614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3651654048557589614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3651654048557589614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_24.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ejwQfxG1ac/TWYU7QIZAgI/AAAAAAAACRM/s9URDeqE3XU/s72-c/182431_111561432253193_100001980090375_86493_4081636_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-1875753676874599699</id><published>2011-02-22T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T06:20:17.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imy bie }:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rr5d8ChPvA/TWPFe3tTrzI/AAAAAAAACRE/Gr0dCQeCoZs/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rr5d8ChPvA/TWPFe3tTrzI/AAAAAAAACRE/Gr0dCQeCoZs/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576517897755537202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;its the second day youre working. im so proud of you. but im also tired. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; " &gt;GET THE PICTURE THAT I MISS YOU STUPID? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; " &gt;i pity you so much, work must haave destrooyed you smart brain huh? awghhhhhh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; " &gt;stupid stupid stupid i swear you're stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid dick, stupid stupid stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; " &gt;BUT GUESS WHAT, I GOT TO UNDERSTAND THT YOU'RE WORKING. OKAY, I'LL PRETEND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; " &gt;THAT I DONT MISS YOU, AND ENSURING TO MYSELF THAT I'LL NOT  GNNA MENTION ANY IMY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; " &gt;ANYMOREEE. CUZ GUESS WHT? I HAVE TO UNDERSTAND THAT YOU'RE WORKING. :&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; " &gt;its only work, not yet school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-1875753676874599699?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1875753676874599699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-second-day-youre-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1875753676874599699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1875753676874599699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-second-day-youre-working.html' title=''/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rr5d8ChPvA/TWPFe3tTrzI/AAAAAAAACRE/Gr0dCQeCoZs/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-4670834631026745117</id><published>2011-02-21T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T06:06:41.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>be home :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EO3EdiyLSTM/TWJwavYLx8I/AAAAAAAACQ8/B8uFT4w1W7M/s1600/01122010349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EO3EdiyLSTM/TWJwavYLx8I/AAAAAAAACQ8/B8uFT4w1W7M/s400/01122010349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576142893334906818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hi, im updating &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im missing ya so damn much and  hope you know tht. but i dun think u know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;damn, its only wo days and im half dead without meeting ya. omg, it seems like ur the medicine. sigh, you love me dont you? but why do you always think that i dun love you when i do. i swear i dun get you. im sorry and i'll keep my promisesl. anyw, ive updated our cute litta dairy tht i've updated. im gnna go get a polaroid i swear, and put it like one by one. hopefully. sigh, i love you. you gtta work so i gtta understand tht. much loves bebe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-4670834631026745117?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4670834631026745117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4670834631026745117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4670834631026745117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-home.html' title='be home :('/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EO3EdiyLSTM/TWJwavYLx8I/AAAAAAAACQ8/B8uFT4w1W7M/s72-c/01122010349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-7265605929900982572</id><published>2011-02-21T03:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T03:03:42.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to get good studies, or  great freedom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;to get good studies, or  great freedom?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/fAD3WG"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-7265605929900982572?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7265605929900982572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-get-good-studies-or-great-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/7265605929900982572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/7265605929900982572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-get-good-studies-or-great-freedom.html' title='to get good studies, or  great freedom?'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2541549257796541258.post-5909998353493626452</id><published>2011-02-19T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:20:36.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ3rnHBMXxQ/TWCWY0XGnMI/AAAAAAAACQ0/1iuAa3hvtmQ/s1600/181602_111566025586067_100001980090375_86585_2059628_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ3rnHBMXxQ/TWCWY0XGnMI/AAAAAAAACQ0/1iuAa3hvtmQ/s400/181602_111566025586067_100001980090375_86585_2059628_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575621691801246914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like hi, sorrry, busy. :&gt; heheesssssssssssssssssss. okay, so all ths while, i've been spending my time w bebe. okay dne, byee :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-5909998353493626452?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5909998353493626452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5909998353493626452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5909998353493626452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ3rnHBMXxQ/TWCWY0XGnMI/AAAAAAAACQ0/1iuAa3hvtmQ/s72-c/181602_111566025586067_100001980090375_86585_2059628_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-4035996670034725438</id><published>2011-02-01T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T04:45:18.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying is a good was to relieve sadness.'/><title type='text'>PECAH SIAL HATI GUA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TUf7he1HjSI/AAAAAAAACQo/BcKpwTCNUbk/s1600/DSCF3129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TUf7he1HjSI/AAAAAAAACQo/BcKpwTCNUbk/s400/DSCF3129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568696016897019170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its been a long time since i've updated, sorry. i was just too busy, with school, concerts and stuffs. you know, i have a boyfrined to entertain too, so i dun wnna waste 15 minutes of my time to update my log, cuz time is too precious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my first plan bof getting beck to manjusri secondary school was to enjoy with my dear friends cuz even if we're fighting, i know that we'll still be together nomatter what. secondly, i wnna get to syf cuz i think its the last year so i should cherish it. but everything turned out differently. i dunnoe whyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; i didn't get into syf idk why, firstly, i wnna apologise to you blog cuz when im really sad, then i'll find you, but it turned out that you're the best ya'know? im sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since last week, things had gone differently, cuz firstly my attitude changes towards  myself, im just having moodswings, or issit problems? cuz idk which is which. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even if i looked happy in fb, im nt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my friends, my twin. idk what happened to her. i got to know she doesn't like me, for sum certain reason. i knew it on last friday, omg, why the fuck must you show two faces towards me? you know how heart broken i am nao?? everytime when i look at you,  i feel like slapping your face but also hug you at the same point. cuz i miss you too damn much. you were nice frm start, but what happened? you know you changed me, i've never eat 4 times a day, i eat at least twice. i've never bathe with my watch on my wrist. i've never kept quiet in class just because of you. i've never tell anyne to leave me alone until nao. you know how much it hurts to know that you dont like me? and on the other hand, what wrong did i do to you? explain to me fully. i want to know everything, cuz you're wayyyyyy overboard till i get into this trap. wtf is this fake friendship? kau buat aku nangis, cm bdak bodo, dalam toilet. sorangsorang. people can say that we're not close but still, we're like a click, A SERIOUS CLICK. and you let me dwn with this. people tell me not to think about it, idk whats wrong with me cuz you're suckish attitude towards me the other day is juz in my thoughts. kau betol uh, really unexpected eh rara. really. thanks :&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just forgotten what people said, friends will leave you by the threadd one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahaha, fuck you, fuck me, fuck life, oh wait, i cant cuz its life. you gotta go through obstacles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-4035996670034725438?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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any of your questions? :&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/emX0SH"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-7370117880460175685?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7370117880460175685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-supa-bored-why-not-i-entertain-any.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/7370117880460175685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/7370117880460175685'/><link rel='alternate' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TSFexROEIHI/AAAAAAAACQI/QfMOmOHGNH8/s400/DSCF2655.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557827615680897138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hi kepo, cukop happpy takk? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-7782732003832645891?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7782732003832645891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2011/01/blind-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/7782732003832645891'/><link 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TR_-xI1Wj6I/AAAAAAAACP4/UByYirWBoAc/s400/DSCF2942.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557440585336786850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hi people, it new year, happy new year. heh.  k lambat manzxz. but its okay. so yea, previous days, went for dance, met bie, talked and stuffs. so yea, on countdwn, went for girls outing, went ta sheesha and walked off to marina. it was really awesome and i met bie, watched fireworks with him. he kissed me in tha forehead. cute huh? so yea, it awesome but at the same point its a confusing thing. nevermind, nobody understands except for my closed ones. so yea, check out what my boyfriend texted me a few weeks ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TR_-xPhPEGI/AAAAAAAACQA/azN82kPj8VY/s400/DSCF2895.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557440587131457634" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me: so whats with msia girls? you're trying to say that they're pretty huh? i think in msia, only kak len is the prettiest woman in kl, nobody else, trust me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;bebe: ohh well . kak len is a singaporean niwaes . hehe . singapore girls rock . for our age ppl all tak lawa la . those 20 years old one then is another story . but i still prefer this one girl who stays at jalan damai block 661 at the 11 floor named siti azura bte mohd yusoff . do you know her by any chance , coz she keep making me melt . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heheheheee, sweet huh? like sugar. k im bored. bai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-3828546192904148977?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3828546192904148977/comments/default' title='Post 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555177170471848338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hello, so yesterday went out with bebe. heheee, it was awesome, planned ta go out at 12, but tis idiot woke up at 11.45. so it was delayed. he fetch me from my crib and we took 5 to far east. walked around and bought chippy's. haha. it was awesome, then wanted to go of sumwhere to take pichas, but bebe wants to watch movie and i kept rejecting. i dun want to watch movie, he begged me like ell and in the end we watch tron legacy for our first time, pathetically. it was  awesome i swear. really cool uh. haha. and the guy is fucking hot. i kept telling bie that and he was like 'urgh, the girl's body baek sia' -.-" whadafuck eh? he thinks im jealoused, its not as if he's gnna get her or what what? hahaha.  after that, followed him to kfc, he bought food and we walk off to sit sumwhere, took pichas and halfways, the batt got low. cheeeebye. then talk ta bie alot of things. heh. alotalotalot. then went off at 11. reach home at 12. hehe. so yea, byeee! ill update really soon aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-1223590306462373771?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1223590306462373771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/here-we-go-again-he-tought-we-cn-be-mre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1223590306462373771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1223590306462373771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TRSIo7_WzvI/AAAAAAAACPk/A44KXAjQtZI/s1600/65819_174211292613581_100000741339857_389749_2306831_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554214477334236914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TRSIo7_WzvI/AAAAAAAACPk/A44KXAjQtZI/s400/65819_174211292613581_100000741339857_389749_2306831_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so hello my readers, after reading this post, you wouldn't find me irritating cause i wouldn't have any spelling errors. you see, each and every of my posts has cocked up spellings and english corrections, cause im just too lazy to edit it beck, as long as its understandable will do. haha. kay wtf, so, im currently in jb cause im forced to. fucked sia cibai. mummy and papi forced me to. my brother is gnna get me vans shoes tmrw and im awesomazingly excited, cuz its really sweet of him ya'know, hahaa. gnna get one like bie's shoes so we can wear all tha same thang to town. i love him cuz he loves me. i gnna post sumthang tha next time i blog, its all about him comparing between m'sian girls and singaporean girls. heh heh heh. currently having fun w kak farah and kak nana. heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-9131516252405951196?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/9131516252405951196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-goodnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/9131516252405951196'/><link 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type='text'>im gnna takecare of him and makesure that he'll be fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TRQZsCuiW7I/AAAAAAAACPc/nTAE3UwKBa8/s1600/DSCF2765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TRQZsCuiW7I/AAAAAAAACPc/nTAE3UwKBa8/s400/DSCF2765.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554092484891663282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so basically, baby is beck, and i met him yesterday. ibu was also discharged frm tha hosp. that god. so yes, yesterday cleaned tha house and met bebe, talk ta him. hug him and stuffs. and i felt soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good i swear. helped him cleaned his wound and its seriously disgusting. but i dun mind, cause he's my boyfriend, so nomatter what, i gtta help him in any ways right? so yea. gnna be a nurse and a maid too since ibu is at home, we would be able to walk until shes ready. so yes, i REALLY WANNA GO TOWN, ITZ BEEN AGES I SWEAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-8283943002916693901?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8283943002916693901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-gnna-takecare-of-him-and-makesure_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/8283943002916693901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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beckkkk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TRBMxcf2siI/AAAAAAAACPU/4JaXBOdSzrY/s1600/156737_486636169490_695314490_5595213_7701365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TRBMxcf2siI/AAAAAAAACPU/4JaXBOdSzrY/s400/156737_486636169490_695314490_5595213_7701365_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553022752894923298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so basically,, im really stressed w baby, idk if he's fine or not. idk if he's gnna be fine in kl. but tha good news is, he's gnna be beck once he gets beck home. YESAAAA! hehehe. im missing him so much. and he told me this, 'now my hand cacat already, will you still love me?' tell me, how sweet of him. mreally sad to see him hurt like this. and i dun wnna loose him cause he's really precious now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mummy is gnna be admitted in gh for tha next few days.. so yes, its gnna be diff fer me ta go out and stuffs except for weekends, so yees, praying hard for her operation and hopefully, she's just fine. hmm, so basically, im at home, rotting, playinng lappy yadayadayada. and if bebe we're in sgp, i think by this time, he'll be otw, cumming here. but sadly, he's not here. so yea, i wanna meet my boyfriend really soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-1334738336153816741?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1334738336153816741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/cumm-beckkkk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1334738336153816741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1334738336153816741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/cumm-beckkkk.html' title='cumm beckkkk.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TRBMxcf2siI/AAAAAAAACPU/4JaXBOdSzrY/s72-c/156737_486636169490_695314490_5595213_7701365_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-1951786727049364232</id><published>2010-12-20T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:00:08.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im gnna takecare of him and makesure that he'll be fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQ-lcOTrtOI/AAAAAAAACPM/421ULuWfPMw/s1600/47671_486636079490_695314490_5595209_1154967_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQ-lcOTrtOI/AAAAAAAACPM/421ULuWfPMw/s400/47671_486636079490_695314490_5595209_1154967_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552838769866683618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;next time sayang, take good care of  urself and dun macam2, its not good sayang cause anything could happen, yes, accidents do happen, but makesure u'll be careful the next time, i dun wnna see you in pain. it hurts so much :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQ-lb7AwL9I/AAAAAAAACPE/PNgdkbkwqbw/s1600/DSCF2661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQ-lb7AwL9I/AAAAAAAACPE/PNgdkbkwqbw/s400/DSCF2661.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552838764687011794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; so basically, im awake, all alone, scared of everything.. but its okay, im strong. so you see, genting was damn awesome, went off on sat, around 1 and bebe went ta take flight at 11. he reached tha next day on sunday. at genting i had lotsa fun w family, went  ta eat breakfast and went shopping, cause i passed, mummy gave me $$ and she bought a new phone just for me. thank you so much mummy. and yes, had lotsa fun ate dinne w fam at sum buffet. okay, guys down there kee disturbing me and its annoying, imagine if bebe was there, everything will be okay. hmph, we didn't meet,sadly, cause previously, he was drunk. nak kate bodo, tak, ambek o'levels. but nehmind, i still love him. nomatter what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQ-lbrpqOEI/AAAAAAAACO8/BBn-wbQ-VV4/s1600/DSCF2657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQ-lbrpqOEI/AAAAAAAACO8/BBn-wbQ-VV4/s400/DSCF2657.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552838760563619906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i did this, sweet huh? haha, yea i know. the worst part was, bebe  was in a accident, he injured his right haand and he told me that if he were ta show me, i will be able to see his flash. i cried almost every night for him, i get worried eveytime i think of him. thinking if he's just fine  or he's in pain. i've never cared this much foor a guy, and i idk why is this happening to me. i'll makesure that we will be able ta contact each other. and he ttold me he's just fine, i wnna meet him, and i wnna hug him tight, cause right now, he's the only precious one. ;')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-1951786727049364232?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1951786727049364232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-gnna-takecare-of-him-and-makesure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1951786727049364232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1951786727049364232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-gnna-takecare-of-him-and-makesure.html' title='im gnna takecare of him and makesure that he&apos;ll be fine.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQ-lcOTrtOI/AAAAAAAACPM/421ULuWfPMw/s72-c/47671_486636079490_695314490_5595209_1154967_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-8560625853422214850</id><published>2010-12-15T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:01:00.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMORROW, 2.30 PM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQm3PWPqv4I/AAAAAAAACO0/r7M-4p95ELw/s1600/DSC02614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQm3PWPqv4I/AAAAAAAACO0/r7M-4p95ELw/s400/DSC02614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551169490008063874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;n levels resullts gnna be realeased at 2.30 tmrw. im gnna cry, and the first i will go to is dan, my bestfriend. im gnna hug him firts, and then, sasa, and then, sya, and then hermun and then darren, and then mei qi and then yuning and then tha rest of my classmates. after that, im gnna meet bie. im really scared that i cannot make it too sec5. seriouslyyyyyyy! tsk, hopefully i could. sigh, its really gonna be difficult for me, cause im gnna cry for sure. and i wanna hug those people who i loveeee. and im gnna cry w mei qi, cause i miss her s much. so guys, all this while, its gnna be tha best memories eva. i love you all, all of you and including teck lee too. who i always fight with. sighh, what a sad day its gnna be tmrw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yes,  tmrw, after taking my results, im gnna meet bie and skate w him, for tha first time, lets see whats gnna happen to me, cause i bet i'll be beck with lotsa bruises. sigh. and on saturday, ii'll be going malaysia, genting highlands until monday. and maybe, on sunday, im meeting baby there. im gnna hug tight and kiss him. im missing him now, seriously. he keeps reading my past posts, and its irritating, cuase it hurts him and yest, i asked him this question, 'WHY DO YOU LIKE ME?' and he told me it was love a tha first sight. heheeee, tak padan deknih. hehes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tmrw, gtta meet dan first, my bestfriend and then head ta school w him and tha rest. :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-8560625853422214850?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8560625853422214850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/tomorrow-230-pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/8560625853422214850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/8560625853422214850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/tomorrow-230-pm.html' title='TOMORROW, 2.30 PM.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQm3PWPqv4I/AAAAAAAACO0/r7M-4p95ELw/s72-c/DSC02614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-4405927815041394551</id><published>2010-12-13T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T17:05:02.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>obscene.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQbA1rXg_hI/AAAAAAAACOs/es4YlUm8r8w/s1600/01122010341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQbA1rXg_hI/AAAAAAAACOs/es4YlUm8r8w/s400/01122010341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550335619187670546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wake up such early in tha morning, because of what? FUCK MENSTRUATION MUCH AYE? so yea, i gtta send leesya but wait, i gtta update about yesterday, so i was stucked at home and i played laappy, and sumbody was making a havoc in facebook. thanks to bebe, but its okay, i still love him and im just speechless. so yea, i wnna go work and i wanna save my money, so i can shop in genting, cause im going there, like yay? ^^ so yea, this sat, sun, i wouldn't be in sgp but i will be cumming beck on monday. and probably, i could meet bie there too, like yay! now this is really a yay!  i wnna hug him infront of everyboody so that they know my boyfriend is here, and im gnna take soome pichas and stuffs like that it'll be wayyy cool! hehehee :&gt; so yea, i wnna get  bob's shoes too, it looks so good i swear. heheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-4405927815041394551?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4405927815041394551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/obscene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4405927815041394551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4405927815041394551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/obscene.html' title='obscene.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQbA1rXg_hI/AAAAAAAACOs/es4YlUm8r8w/s72-c/01122010341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-6708297256857359665</id><published>2010-12-11T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:30:22.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMMATURE BITCH LIKE ME STILL KBOW HOW TO THINK ABOUT MY FUTURE. TSK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQSFOxQcgJI/AAAAAAAACOk/A8iHW3bUhiE/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549707129614270610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQSFOxQcgJI/AAAAAAAACOk/A8iHW3bUhiE/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone told me that im still immature, mummy. thanks eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mummy, i know you'll read this cause i think you'd told me once tat you read my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if im not immature, im not gnna be a good girl and ayah will be wacking me this year, its the end of 2010, tell me, hav i behaved well for this year? okay, maybe not all time but you see, daddy knows i've changed.  last year was worstttttttttttttttttttttttttt, cause i smoked yada yada yada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i dun think maturely, i would think of taking my leaving examinations when i even know, you'll be okay with it if i'll take my private n's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but fuck it yea? i still love you. :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shouted beck, how could she say that :( but fuck it, after that she told me which camera i want and i was like, 'i want that i want that, on tha big poster' then she asked me if i really want this. 'you like to follow people around and i dun like it if i see that camera hanging around, dusty and all spoil. you really want it?' i replied LIKEEEEEEEEEEEEEE DUH -_____-" then she kept quite, likee green light liddat. kay shh :&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-6708297256857359665?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6708297256857359665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/immature-bitch-like-me-still-kbow-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6708297256857359665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6708297256857359665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/immature-bitch-like-me-still-kbow-how.html' title='IMMATURE BITCH LIKE ME STILL KBOW HOW TO THINK ABOUT MY FUTURE. TSK'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQSFOxQcgJI/AAAAAAAACOk/A8iHW3bUhiE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-682601770793381070</id><published>2010-12-11T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T04:38:58.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry i dont use fake longchamp bags ^^'/><title type='text'>6 more days to nlevels results.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQNu-U0jtZI/AAAAAAAACOc/4TpcaYBSHSE/s1600/P271110_21.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQNu-U0jtZI/AAAAAAAACOc/4TpcaYBSHSE/s400/P271110_21.57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549401182870680978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;basically, if im just fine, b now, i'll be out, at town or sumwhere where i can have fun. but sadly, i couldn't. gosh. i've been a lazy pig throughout tha whole day and im foreva sleepy. bebe's out ta drink and im here stuck at home :&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear im B-O-R-E-D. and i miss bie so much, tomorrow, its our six months and i got my anni present. its a longchamp bag. i know, but i swear its nice. i somehow had collections of them which is red, black and pink. but i threw tha red one away, cause it has worn off. so yea, and im sick. how is that? just now, talked ta bie fer 2 hours, but  bebe was playing game and i was watching tevee, which was stupid. im really weak and i wnna go out. stupid but yea. darling ilyka is also having stomach flu. get well soon sayaaaangku. &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i told bie i was really scared of my results day. im afraid that i couldn't make it. im soo gnna cry on that day and i really want to pass. i wnna get ta sec five and i wnna take my o's. goshhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-682601770793381070?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/682601770793381070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/6-more-days-to-nlevels-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/682601770793381070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/682601770793381070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/6-more-days-to-nlevels-results.html' title='6 more days to nlevels results.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQNu-U0jtZI/AAAAAAAACOc/4TpcaYBSHSE/s72-c/P271110_21.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-617974342401395391</id><published>2010-12-10T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:23:47.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stomach flu, feva, vomiting, headeache.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQLoL_IcsHI/AAAAAAAACOM/noALhnHwt2Y/s400/65465_168275309878019_100000866539390_302621_8297925_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549252983496945778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wasnt feeling well tha whole day, and i dun wnna paitao them since its only once in a bloody while. heheehehehehgege. :&gt; so yea, woke up at ten, was having fevaaaa and met ibu, then met bie and somerset, he was improving. and im so proud of him. hehehehe. so yea, i was weak tha whole time, so sticked w bie for awhile, talked ta him and he gave me a hug, send me ta tha mrt station and done, salam, kiss and hug him goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQLoLDljBuI/AAAAAAAACOE/d_Vpb3E8dyc/s400/155104_1600258240559_1059122186_31411402_3865193_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549252967512868578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;afta that went ta meet gergerl and fir, go makan but fir ate already. babi, kite tunggu fir tao :&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chit-chat and there this bloody pokemon came, shit ass. i went behind gergerl cause i was damn scared w that thing. stupid bloody mascot. haha. so then, we chilled, to only a little bit p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ictures. went ta topshop, we asked if there is any vacancy. heheeee! then i asked for diva. heheh. headed beck home, seperated w fir cause he went off. then me and gergerl took 15, fetched leesya and then beck ta my crib, played lappy, gossiped and then watched videos, waited for mummy and papi to get beck home. once they reached home, they gave me money and gergerl accompanied me ta tha doctor. so sweet of her. padahal dah lambat tao. she took care of me tha whole time. haha! so yea. had fun with both of them and bie too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQLsUHIOOHI/AAAAAAAACOU/mF6SQux6Apk/s400/DSC01470.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549257521128945778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;besok sayang i ade party, but i dunnoe if i could come or not, cause doctor told me that i cnnt go out of tha house until im fine. sadly, i wanna go and see tha rest of ma friends there. but idk if i can make it, cause im lika a pregnant woman, holding my stomach cause it hurts like hell. so how to go, i thought of meeting her just for awhile so that i can kiss her for her birthday, cute kaan nie zucine, i love her, cause nomatter what, she understands me. :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-617974342401395391?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/617974342401395391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/stomach-flu-feva-vomiting-headeache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/617974342401395391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/617974342401395391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/stomach-flu-feva-vomiting-headeache.html' title='stomach flu, feva, vomiting, headeache.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQLoL_IcsHI/AAAAAAAACOM/noALhnHwt2Y/s72-c/65465_168275309878019_100000866539390_302621_8297925_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-4608326379205526000</id><published>2010-12-08T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:14:12.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N LEVELS RESULTS IS IN A WEEK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQA7OFHv7II/AAAAAAAACN8/30bn0_frHAU/s1600/33809_481729964490_695314490_5529331_6768591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQA7OFHv7II/AAAAAAAACN8/30bn0_frHAU/s400/33809_481729964490_695314490_5529331_6768591_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548499853999336578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good morning people, i didn't go to work today :&lt;mane nak="" dapat="" tell="" me=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im gnna take my results on tha 17. its freaky and im still afraid that i couldn't make it. gosssssssssshhhh, bloody scary. so yes, after taking those results, im gnna hug evrybodyyy and gnna go off cause i gtta meet my cuzzin, hopefully i'll pass and i'll scream ta her when i meet her. :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gnna call ibu, and ayah, then bie, gnna cry otp with him. and im gnna tell everybody okay? hah. hopefully, i'll make it cause im afraid that i dun. i just dunnoe but i knew that i tried my best to do everything i could. didnt slept till 3 just ta study my maths. gosh, i suffer alot after dhia passed away and i really hope that he's gnna giv me happiness for a moment. :&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/mane&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-4608326379205526000?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4608326379205526000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/n-levels-results-is-in-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4608326379205526000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4608326379205526000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/n-levels-results-is-in-week.html' title='N LEVELS RESULTS IS IN A WEEK.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TQA7OFHv7II/AAAAAAAACN8/30bn0_frHAU/s72-c/33809_481729964490_695314490_5529331_6768591_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-5570088961471330112</id><published>2010-12-07T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T03:53:04.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kan aku nanges tegok bende2 ginie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TP4aBw1B7xI/AAAAAAAACHs/PQv1tWQk4bg/s1600/tumblr_lcfl5kPTfe1qb62oko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TP4aBw1B7xI/AAAAAAAACHs/PQv1tWQk4bg/s400/tumblr_lcfl5kPTfe1qb62oko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547900408556547858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; how adorable this girl is? :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sad this few days and idk why. i just tend ta cry when im sad. weird much huh? but who cares? dannie do. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends, i miss those times, i misses when you all start ta talk cock. i miss those times when i had an instant click w ya'll. but too bad, so im gnna run away frm everybody after my n's results and we dun meet a few years, if i dun get to sec 5. we're not gnna get togetha again. its not cause i dun want to, its cause im too tired. understand, yea, people dun fit of other shoes, too much problem to handle, lets just wait for a miracle ta happen afta a few years aye? dun tired to be dicth. heh. so yea, goodbye, good* people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you darling, i miss you when you start ta eavesdrop my convo with my boyfriend. i miss when you start ta talk alot. i miss making cupcakes with ya, every move i make will always remind me of you. just now dhia, i saw sumbody in tha train, she was wearing beanie, just like you and i started crying. everytime when i have nothing to do, i'll start ta cry, cause i didn't know you would go this early. dhia, remember when i was afraid to sleep, i woke you up and asked you if i could sleep togetha w ya. sigh, fuck laaa, now im crying cause. EVERYTHING CHANGES. you know how dissapointed i am w everybody, cause they just dun seem ta understand. and babe, next year, my birthday, im gnna go to you graveyard, and sit there alone, on my own, saying thousand of sorrys' ta ya. and ahh, dhia, you know that time, i went to follow ta abg dannie to visit his friend, who was in tha same icu as you. he had sum heart problems and he's also gone now. while abg dannie was visiting his friend, i was outside, and i was standing at tha spot when i  cried on my own, saying sooooo many prayers for you while i was having high fever, and flashbeck happens cause i remember, i collapsed when i saw you lying down, knowing that you'd gone already. you know i fought my our eldest sister a few month after us passed away? you know i fought w papi and mummy, and i fought w my friends too. i even fought w my friends, the day when you're gnna get burried. i was heartbroken. you know what? i somehow know that i can talk to you even if you're gona cause i know you're still beside me. if i could only take you beck, same birthday, same face, same nose, same mouth, same eyes, blood sisters. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-5570088961471330112?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5570088961471330112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/kan-aku-nanges-tegok-bende2-ginie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5570088961471330112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5570088961471330112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/kan-aku-nanges-tegok-bende2-ginie.html' title='kan aku nanges tegok bende2 ginie.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TP4aBw1B7xI/AAAAAAAACHs/PQv1tWQk4bg/s72-c/tumblr_lcfl5kPTfe1qb62oko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-8414509601020061833</id><published>2010-12-06T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T06:11:28.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye cheebye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPzusMOJqWI/AAAAAAAACHk/NSNXCSE28as/s1600/P021210_18.45%255B01%255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPzusMOJqWI/AAAAAAAACHk/NSNXCSE28as/s400/P021210_18.45%255B01%255D.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547571283975842146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so, cleaned tha house, fetched leesya w bie. went ta eat dinner w baby. tired tired and tired. you know, im kinda fucked up with lotsa thangs. people just leave you behind huh? fuck this people seriously, dah la. aku malas nak update bnykbnyk. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-8414509601020061833?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8414509601020061833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/bye-cheebye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/8414509601020061833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/8414509601020061833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/bye-cheebye.html' title='bye cheebye.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPzusMOJqWI/AAAAAAAACHk/NSNXCSE28as/s72-c/P021210_18.45%255B01%255D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-4627623111235698292</id><published>2010-12-05T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:55:25.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick and tired of everything everything'/><title type='text'>jatuh airmata, dengan tak sengaja.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPxeDAOMICI/AAAAAAAACHM/FlWIsM5KN-w/s1600/63421_479524464490_695314490_5494475_1127438_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPxeDAOMICI/AAAAAAAACHM/FlWIsM5KN-w/s400/63421_479524464490_695314490_5494475_1127438_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547412246705741858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yesterday, on sunday. woke up in tha morning, cleaned tha house and showered. headed ta bebe's house. bought burgers for siblings and then chilled. fought w bie for a moment. he threw is phone, hit his elbow. jealous laaa tu sayang aku. dun be kay sayang. cause i love you too. hehe. stayed there till 12 plus and tooked cab home. i cried and bie hugged me tight, and get rid of those tears. cause he knows i missed my sister. talked about certain stuffs and they are so cute. haha. im so afraid of losing the ones i love. cause you see, i've been going through lots of seperation. its seriously getting me sick and tired of everythang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPxeC8uzCgI/AAAAAAAACHE/1JwLwehMBhs/s1600/156077_479525414490_695314490_5494497_5451197_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPxeC8uzCgI/AAAAAAAACHE/1JwLwehMBhs/s400/156077_479525414490_695314490_5494497_5451197_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547412245768768002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bie, thank you for hugging me tight when i cried, thank you for making me feel like im really important to you. i have  the routine of crying every night when i dun hav anything to, like otp with ya. thats why, i took most of my time to otp w ya till i fall asleep. so that i wouldn't cry at night. this is also tha 2nd reason why i dun wanna sleep in my bed, cause it reminds me of her when im alone. i miss my sister, i miss my friends, and i also i miss those times we had when we're just fine, before eveythang goes haywire just because of a single misunderstanding, everything goes wrong. just like me and you. me and her and me and them too. haiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPxeaF6lB9I/AAAAAAAACHc/xh0lUrVP70Q/s1600/30062010951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPxeaF6lB9I/AAAAAAAACHc/xh0lUrVP70Q/s400/30062010951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547412643371091922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see guys, frankly eh, i miss all of you. especially that small petite girl. she makes me laugh everytime i meet her. you all, sometimes, i just feel the lost between me and you all. its not that i think more about the others than you all. think of it, im working and you all are not. if i could make myself free, i would. korang jangan sampai aku buat satu kesalahan, abeh shoot semue pat aku. tak boleh cam gitu pe. now, think again, if we fight, like right now, you all are in one side, and im alone, myself. what does this tell you all? and for you, babe, please eh, please again, tolong jangan sembarang, if i dun treat you as a friend, i'll ignore you. ahhhh, forget it la.  i dun wanna talk more about this, cause its just, useless. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, this is obstacles in life aye? GOD  JUST WNNA TEST YOU TA SEE IF YOU'RE STRONG ENUF, AND HE BELIEVES THAT EACH AND EVERYONE OF US IS STRONG.&lt;br /&gt;dah laaa, stop here then, i wnna go shopping once i get my money, and i wnna buy mama's belated birthday present and a gift for ibu. :&gt; love you all. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-4627623111235698292?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4627623111235698292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/jatuh-airmata-dengan-tak-sengaja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4627623111235698292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4627623111235698292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/jatuh-airmata-dengan-tak-sengaja.html' title='jatuh airmata, dengan tak sengaja.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPxeDAOMICI/AAAAAAAACHM/FlWIsM5KN-w/s72-c/63421_479524464490_695314490_5494475_1127438_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-3179250032589469526</id><published>2010-12-04T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T19:18:21.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPsC1qHLTBI/AAAAAAAACGs/AsBS8frSUHE/s1600/65060_479524154490_695314490_5494470_5945727_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPsC1qHLTBI/AAAAAAAACGs/AsBS8frSUHE/s400/65060_479524154490_695314490_5494470_5945727_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547030486897609746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on friday night, went ta meet ibu and bebe. then went ta marina barrage and take pichas. i wanna go fly kite there for sure, with bebelove. and i wanna take more sweet pictures w him, cause he's just tha bestest. then ate dinner at tanjong pagar. hehe. its actually awesome. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry gergerl i cnnt make it. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPsC1xZWmpI/AAAAAAAACG0/si1NMErFcdw/s1600/154254_479528079490_695314490_5494556_4511624_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPsC1xZWmpI/AAAAAAAACG0/si1NMErFcdw/s400/154254_479528079490_695314490_5494556_4511624_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547030488852896402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then on saturday, went ta dhia's cemetry early in tha morning and afterwards, headed ta tha zoo. had so much fun cause mama and papa was also there, more pichas in bebe's fb, go check it out. mama is so caring, tell me ta doa and all stuffs like that, so that i dun hav to be afraid w those stuffs, she treated me lotsa thang and its really nice of her. really. i love her so much i swear. and papa was also nice. and of course im loving those brothers too. so cute of them, lagi2 hafiz. im loving him too. :&gt; had soooo mcuh fun i swear :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-3179250032589469526?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3179250032589469526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3179250032589469526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3179250032589469526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/awesome.html' title='AWESOME.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPsC1qHLTBI/AAAAAAAACGs/AsBS8frSUHE/s72-c/65060_479524154490_695314490_5494470_5945727_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-1717485667768082684</id><published>2010-12-01T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:26:40.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best love eva.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPcPKzcHHfI/AAAAAAAACGk/8Kd41gQG1XI/s1600/01122010353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPcPKzcHHfI/AAAAAAAACGk/8Kd41gQG1XI/s400/01122010353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545918144411278834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BEST THANG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, went out at 3, but then bebe needa shit, so got beck up. waited for him, i even called him. haha. chilled at home fer awhile cause bebe told me that visiting hours is frm 6-8. so yea, at 4, when off, took 5 ta far east, jalan2 and then headed ta wheelock, chilled, talked and also laughed. went ta borders and headed ta kk. while waiting for bie, i cried for awhile cause it reminds me of  dhia. i cried so badly and didn't even cared what minahs think of me. afterwards, took shuttle bus ta bugis and went ta sim lim, ta check out sum cameras. SAVING MY OWN MONEY FOR IT OKAY. haha. so yea, afterwards, walked ta city hall and slacked at four sticks. bebe told his darkest secrets and i find it really really really cute. i swear, i gave him a kiss so he dun feel so bad. hehe. dhen talked, take pichas and ta mcd to get some drink. saw darwin and bie smoked and talked ta him. then went beck home w him. so cute, and he gave me ck perfume, sweet of him. i know. then beck ta crib, n FIGHT W BIE AGAIN. wah cb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPcPKt42RTI/AAAAAAAACGc/6SZOjqjop9o/s1600/01122010314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPcPKt42RTI/AAAAAAAACGc/6SZOjqjop9o/s400/01122010314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545918142921196850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed ta work today but because of this ass, i didn't, ibu told me that she woke me up till she got fucked up. cause it seems like im dead. haha. slept at 1.14 yesterday, how to wake up? fought w him till i almost fall asleep sia. haha. idk whats my plan today, and i wanna rot at home, wanna rest cause tmrw im werking. yay me :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-1717485667768082684?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1717485667768082684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-love-eva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1717485667768082684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1717485667768082684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-love-eva.html' title='best love eva.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPcPKzcHHfI/AAAAAAAACGk/8Kd41gQG1XI/s72-c/01122010353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-3173763752519801833</id><published>2010-11-30T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:08:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this things always happen ta me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPXYTfKr7nI/AAAAAAAACGU/-vv7xbb5hjQ/s1600/SDC16279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPXYTfKr7nI/AAAAAAAACGU/-vv7xbb5hjQ/s400/SDC16279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545576345472069234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ermm, let me think. things like this happens ta me all of the time, including guys too. i dunno why. you know i miss you all, cause you all are actually my kaki gerekz. one thing i tell you all, i accepted you beck nomatter how horrible you treated me, nomatter how much you ditched me, nomatter how much you all pulled me down. bare in mind that everybody is not perfect.  so stop talking as if you are. its annoying me, i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so yea, currently hanging around. woke up early at 4 just now, but i was coughing so badly, idk whats wrong. haiyoo. not feeling well i guess.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna tag along w bie. we're going ta kk hospital(useless hospital ever) to see his classmate, in critical condition, so kesiaaaaaan. i swear, reminds me of dhia. i fell how his parents feeling right now.  so worried, praying for him all the time. but sometimes, god take him away was because that god loves him much more and god couldn't afford to see him suffer just like this. sometimes, we gotta get ready w all this stuffs cause anything could happen, including ourselves too.  so yea, get ready for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;so yea, mabye afterwards, we can go sumwhere which idk where. haha. tmrw, im working and i love my work people, cause they are fucking kecoh i swear. haha. funny! :&gt; im gonna update lata at night okay, if i have tha time, if i dun, maybe tmw :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM GONNA HAVE FUN WITH MY BOYF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my birthday is in 1 august, and late sister's birthday was in 1 august too, im not ready for 2011. i swear, cause i dun even wanna pass by 1st august. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-3173763752519801833?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3173763752519801833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-things-always-happen-ta-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3173763752519801833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3173763752519801833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-things-always-happen-ta-me.html' title='this things always happen ta me.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPXYTfKr7nI/AAAAAAAACGU/-vv7xbb5hjQ/s72-c/SDC16279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-3404962380547166231</id><published>2010-11-30T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T05:32:30.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sayang, aku tau, kita tak banyak bicara, kao jauh disana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPT7V7I6q3I/AAAAAAAACGM/KW5gWhC7-K0/s1600/30112010305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPT7V7I6q3I/AAAAAAAACGM/KW5gWhC7-K0/s400/30112010305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545333395270839154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so yes, INILAH DANEL, MATAER AKUYANG NGADE2, NIE TAK BOLEH, TUH TAK BOLEH, SKIT2 NNTI PANIC. ;&gt; but i still love him, and i love the way he treats me, cause it shows that he cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPT0UW555YI/AAAAAAAACGE/Kg6kzm60kdg/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPT0UW555YI/AAAAAAAACGE/Kg6kzm60kdg/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545325671782933890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, worked today, afterwards, met bebe at his work. so cute of us i swear. where to find couples and kepple shipyarD, TUAS. im really fuckins shagged i swear. eat once today only. you know, danel is making me love him each and everyday. so yes, tmrw's planning is cancelled and maybe, there will be a high chance that im going kk hospital, bebe's friend is in critical condition. OMFG. gosh ;&lt; klaaa, gtg. update tmrw aye? tired sia. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-3404962380547166231?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3404962380547166231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/sayang-aku-tau-kita-tak-banyak-bicara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3404962380547166231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3404962380547166231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/sayang-aku-tau-kita-tak-banyak-bicara.html' title='sayang, aku tau, kita tak banyak bicara, kao jauh disana.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPT7V7I6q3I/AAAAAAAACGM/KW5gWhC7-K0/s72-c/30112010305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-3126978606215600913</id><published>2010-11-29T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T01:55:17.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whip it whip it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPN4ccy1DdI/AAAAAAAACF8/H7_cBhXsa2E/s1600/149802_467831309490_695314490_5344776_7917218_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPN4ccy1DdI/AAAAAAAACF8/H7_cBhXsa2E/s400/149802_467831309490_695314490_5344776_7917218_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544907996384267730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this mo'fucka, just dunnoe how to open his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;he's actually a nice guy, now i got to know. you just gotta respect people even though they're younger then you. then i'll bet they'll treat you like how you wanted them ta treat you too. i've made a promise to bring ta him lunch, and we'll eat togetha, and its my treat. i thought of not bringing bebe along cause i fought w him fer tha past few days, but since we beck togetha again, i think he's gonna tag along. but idk, im sure i wanna know more about my adik ipar. hahas. we planned it ta be on next next tues.  hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPNz3ePbBuI/AAAAAAAACFk/zsyweGk2vDA/s1600/74317_467814809490_695314490_5344414_840208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPNz3ePbBuI/AAAAAAAACFk/zsyweGk2vDA/s400/74317_467814809490_695314490_5344414_840208_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544902963070961378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you no matter what, cause im gonna proof ta ya that nothing gonna happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPN0RhYcvdI/AAAAAAAACF0/_Gyd7jSQQb4/s1600/P291110_16.05.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPN0RhYcvdI/AAAAAAAACF0/_Gyd7jSQQb4/s400/P291110_16.05.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544903410590727634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, papi ordered PIZZA HUT, PIZZA HUT i repeat. haha. kay aku carik pasal. and its so nice, papi is so sweet cause he told me that it's his treat and he wanna makesure that we get what we want if we listen ta him. a few days ago, we went ta sg flyers just because of me, and he knows that mummy has been putting me aside so he brought me w tha rest of tha fam. i love you papi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i woke up at 8.01, STILL REMEMBERED, YESTERDAY, SOMEBODY YAYA PAPAYA, TOLD ME THAT HE'S GONNA WAKE ME UP. LIKE REAL. he woked me up at 8.19 instead. smart. so showered and got ready, took 854 and met bie. i miss him so much i swear, i felt glad hugging him after all this fights, its getting me sick like seriously. -.-" hehs. we talked alot and i went off at 1 plus, and guess what? ORG MUKE TAKTAU MALUUUU, i slept inside tha bus and i sat behind tha bus driver, so when everybody alight, they can see me sleeping. horrible fuck. hehes. i planned w bie ta go sum where on tha 7th next week. and i wanna get mama's and mummy's gift too. hehs. and i wanna take pichas. bebe promised me that he's gonna take me ta tha rail tracks and he's gonna bring me to vans shop and get any vans shoes i want. LIKE WHOAA, happy gue. (: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, currently, sitting down, chilling w lappy. im werking tmrw ;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-3126978606215600913?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3126978606215600913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/whip-it-whip-it_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3126978606215600913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3126978606215600913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/whip-it-whip-it_29.html' title='whip it whip it.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPN4ccy1DdI/AAAAAAAACF8/H7_cBhXsa2E/s72-c/149802_467831309490_695314490_5344776_7917218_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-6038304268867344560</id><published>2010-11-28T03:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T03:34:58.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know, aku dah kenal prangai kao masak2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPI9fUsuC5I/AAAAAAAACD0/gE52TAz8ZKQ/s1600/76790_474931449490_695314490_5431707_6939443_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPI9fUsuC5I/AAAAAAAACD0/gE52TAz8ZKQ/s400/76790_474931449490_695314490_5431707_6939443_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544561699588017042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had conflicts with friends and lazy ta talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;had conflicts with bebe LAGI LAZY NAK TALK ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;so yea, yeserday was fucking awesome cause i took tha sgapore flyers. like whoa? haha. gerekz. so yea, after that headed ta east coast and ate dinner with fam. the five of us. like damn happy. (: i was having fun w my family, again. hehs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, woke up early and headed straigh to dhia's kubor. missed her and saw one actor. soooo cool. he's so like nice? hahaa. so yea. after that, walked aroung and then waited for ayah. then beck ta crib. no at crib. looking at pichas, FUCKING ACHING I SWEAR. MY HEART IS DAMN ACHING. IDK WHY :&lt; klaaa, enuf is enuf. lazy to talk about it. bye. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-6038304268867344560?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6038304268867344560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-aku-dah-kenal-prangai-kao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6038304268867344560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6038304268867344560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-aku-dah-kenal-prangai-kao.html' title='you know, aku dah kenal prangai kao masak2.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPI9fUsuC5I/AAAAAAAACD0/gE52TAz8ZKQ/s72-c/76790_474931449490_695314490_5431707_6939443_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-6544444668951100739</id><published>2010-11-26T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:30:14.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ain't a selfish girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPCzZXVDZEI/AAAAAAAACDs/SupIQdVZ0bw/s1600/SDC10364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPCzZXVDZEI/AAAAAAAACDs/SupIQdVZ0bw/s400/SDC10364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544128389633500226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've got no mood to update, thins getting horrible each and everyday. there will be a high chance that im not gnna be active anymore in fb.&lt;br /&gt;im going out w alip this wed. see ya alip. im gonna cry i swear ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fuyoooh, pedihnye hati aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-6544444668951100739?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6544444668951100739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-aint-selfish-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6544444668951100739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6544444668951100739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-aint-selfish-girl.html' title='i ain&apos;t a selfish girl.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TPCzZXVDZEI/AAAAAAAACDs/SupIQdVZ0bw/s72-c/SDC10364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-8105760995313412369</id><published>2010-11-26T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T07:39:51.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im missing anak hashim yang second so much. i swear.'/><title type='text'>leesya's concert was so funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TO_TPnhhkII/AAAAAAAACDk/AVMRUwlPvkE/s1600/P261110_21.14%255B02%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TO_TPnhhkII/AAAAAAAACDk/AVMRUwlPvkE/s400/P261110_21.14%255B02%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543881931577462914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so basically, got ready and went off at 2.30 and headed ta leesya's school. help those small kiddos with their faces. so cute of them, kakak did make up and i did their hair. so cute of them. i swear. so yes, after helping them cabbed w aunty and went ta dbs auditorium. helped w tha banner, then sat with those kiddos, ate and went ta take some food for them. leesya's dance was the first one. she IS SO ADORABLEEEEEEE! shes at tha first line. swear cute nak mampos. tegok kakaknye! ^.^ kay dah. so yea, the kiddos are effing cute i swear. they realy have talents. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TO_TPKDrwkI/AAAAAAAACDc/CsR9wDdlFow/s400/P261110_21.14%255B01%255D.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543881923667673666" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cute right this idiot. SITI NURFELYSHA is her name, aftawards headed ta town. papi went beck ta his office ta get stuff and aftawards, headed ta forum, jalan2 and ate at macd. talked and chilled. wanted ta walk around but neh, ibu didnt want to. so yea, currently at home, playing lappy, updating. so yea, its gonna be kakak's turn ta use tha lappy. so yea, stay tuned for mooreeee aye? xoxo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-8105760995313412369?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8105760995313412369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/leesyas-concert-was-so-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/8105760995313412369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/8105760995313412369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/leesyas-concert-was-so-funny.html' title='leesya&apos;s concert was so funny.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TO_TPnhhkII/AAAAAAAACDk/AVMRUwlPvkE/s72-c/P261110_21.14%255B02%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-5117212716946801367</id><published>2010-11-25T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:58:34.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANEL HUUUUUUUUUUUUSIN, KAO NIE KAN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TO8ubFvRvcI/AAAAAAAACDU/heT-WNTSnXA/s1600/155329_474982274490_695314490_5432202_6868207_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TO8ubFvRvcI/AAAAAAAACDU/heT-WNTSnXA/s400/155329_474982274490_695314490_5432202_6868207_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543700709248187842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this guy gets me angry all the time, but i just cant stop loving him. tsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TO8uax_mJVI/AAAAAAAACDM/WQrapTlntYA/s1600/155868_474930764490_695314490_5431689_3191455_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TO8uax_mJVI/AAAAAAAACDM/WQrapTlntYA/s400/155868_474930764490_695314490_5431689_3191455_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543700703947924818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so hello people, sorry, was busy. so for all this times, i was at home, either rotting or working. its kinda tiring but was fun, when drink with cuzzies and baby. and idk when was that. but yes, totally fun. we chilled at mac cafe and i laughed my ass out just because of the stupid fast moving fan. but cried halfway. tak ker cock aku. but yea, today, leesya's having performance, and its gonna be at tha dbs building what shit. i've still not choosen what ta wear today but i'll bet i will. so yea, thought of bringing baby too, but ibu's going. so yea, gotta get ready and get ta leesya school. gonna help them do the make ups and stuffs an head there w her principle. so yea, i bet today is my plan an maybe gonna meet bie or somethang aftawards. fight w him sampai nak mati sia. fake, i fought w him till i feel asleep while crying. EVERYTHING IS DANEL'S FAULT. im sorry bie ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-5117212716946801367?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5117212716946801367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/danel-huuuuuuuuuuuusin-kao-nie-kan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5117212716946801367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5117212716946801367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/danel-huuuuuuuuuuuusin-kao-nie-kan.html' title='DANEL HUUUUUUUUUUUUSIN, KAO NIE KAN.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TO8ubFvRvcI/AAAAAAAACDU/heT-WNTSnXA/s72-c/155329_474982274490_695314490_5432202_6868207_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-7399591552040378884</id><published>2010-11-18T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:57:49.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation night w fun, only for one thing missing, taking picture. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TOXgBzTYFUI/AAAAAAAACDE/9INAD3ZjVvs/s1600/SDC10387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TOXgBzTYFUI/AAAAAAAACDE/9INAD3ZjVvs/s400/SDC10387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541081238105232706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically people, it was graduation day yesterday. i was kinda late cause i was waiting for my makeup artist ta come. haha! cheey fake, its my cousin, kak lin, she is  a make up artist actually. reached school at 4.35 when the thang started at 4 sharp. but yea, its okay, then meet the rest in tha toilet  and headed ta th hall. everybody was looking and aku malu nak mamposs! hehs. but its okay, its v awkward but nehmind. hugged hermun too! hehs. and took pictures w the rest of my school mates. as you can see, my face looked so pale yesterday, cause i wasn't feeling well. but i tried my best to really stay up. so then, after that, headed ta eunos and went off ta scape ta slack there w tha rest, including mateen and alifah. afterrr huffs and puffs, went ta shaw and sat there, while drinking my caramel frappe. LIKE WHOA, steam sia. then sat down, took pictures w alifah all. she bloody cute i swear. nonsense like me. (: hehe. so then, after that, we headed beck ta the mrt, mrt beck ta eunos the rest stopped at their own destination. so yea, WAS LAUGHING SO BADLY IN THA TRAIN. FUCKING FUNNY! HAHA! so yea, salam them and off beck ta crib, otp w bie and i was about to die. haha! damn tired but yea. had fun yest. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i planned ta meet bie, but idk if i could or not, im having menstuation and today is my second day. fucked up huh? but what to do, pity girls so much. so yea. gonna give tha lappy beck tta sista, she wants it so mcuh. so yea. (: byeeee people, so long (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-7399591552040378884?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7399591552040378884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/graduation-night-w-fun-only-for-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/7399591552040378884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/7399591552040378884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/graduation-night-w-fun-only-for-one.html' title='graduation night w fun, only for one thing missing, taking picture. (:'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TOXgBzTYFUI/AAAAAAAACDE/9INAD3ZjVvs/s72-c/SDC10387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-4620982055419761285</id><published>2010-11-17T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T16:10:56.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love danel.'/><title type='text'>OUTDATED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TORunu0DUuI/AAAAAAAACC8/9L5r-AzJcP8/s1600/74145_467827749490_695314490_5344687_6583438_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TORunu0DUuI/AAAAAAAACC8/9L5r-AzJcP8/s400/74145_467827749490_695314490_5344687_6583438_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540675070432858850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fucked up face is always like this. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so you see, there was a conflict between me and my family members, pftttt. satu2 kulit babi,  muke taktau malu betol uh nak gadoh pt fb. i might be wrong, but i know how to stand up for myself. so yea, everythang is kinda okay and i dun wanna give a shit w dhem, including my parents, cause i know, i've got the rest of my loved ones to cling on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TORunRrqnHI/AAAAAAAACC0/7hB6BHMgbnE/s1600/149651_467834949490_695314490_5344825_964742_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TORunRrqnHI/AAAAAAAACC0/7hB6BHMgbnE/s400/149651_467834949490_695314490_5344825_964742_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540675062613056626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, the day after i fought w my fam members and ran away from home, i went out w bie. haha! and kak pearl and abg alfee and risha and hafiz too. so yea, it was sooom damn much fun and i did have lotsa fun w them, kak pearl became my second eldest sister. heh. shes talks alot of thangs ta me. and she's so understanding. and for bie, he's always there ta cheer me up when i get sad. he was there all the while. i love him so much. (: we headed ta sum places and dhen kak lin fetched me at fullerton hotel. then fetched my dearest cuzzy, sabriena and headed ta jb. i was effing tired and can you imagine 10 people squeeezing in a 4 seated car. power huh? hehs. so yes, headed ta jb and more stuffs liddat. so yea, today is my GRADUATION NIGHT. AND IM FKING EXCITED. heh. got my dress and bought my shoes too. sexaaay, gonna take lotsa pictures and im gonna upload aye? so gonna loveee it. hehs. but im gonna cry too :/ i wanna get back ta sec 5. i wanna be there w my friends even if i hate school so much, ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-4620982055419761285?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4620982055419761285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/outdated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4620982055419761285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4620982055419761285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/outdated.html' title='OUTDATED.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TORunu0DUuI/AAAAAAAACC8/9L5r-AzJcP8/s72-c/74145_467827749490_695314490_5344687_6583438_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-1425219617310070311</id><published>2010-11-07T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T09:42:24.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to terengganu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNbe4ATMLNI/AAAAAAAACCk/elG3wnh6LBQ/s400/40143_165031806853286_100000394024578_419571_1516408_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536857845633133778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yea people, trip ta terengganu was not bad its just that im missing lotsa people when im dwn there. haiyak. so yes, when i was there, updated some stuffs. so yea, here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNbiR8izoHI/AAAAAAAACCs/83wPGmKwJtQ/s400/75333_165351913487942_100000394024578_421672_4633119_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536861589836374130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first day, 5november2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so off at 2am. and now is 6.39. im sticking my head out of the window, the air is supa fresh here. papi say its kabus. its like genting here and we still got a few more hours ta go. watching the sun, rising beautifully. sadly, idk where am i, and i think deforestation happened here. SIAL! korang punye pasal la nie singapore panas semacam. but wadeva it is, the view is seriously pretty! passed by sawa, tasik, kampung and bloody cows -.-" annoying. tunggu sampai while doing baby's art. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;checked in tha hotel, it was fabulous. showered and went off, ta meet my long lost cousins. missed them soo much. went ta eat lunch and headed to the market ta meet them again. haha. currently having dinner w uncle noor and fam. and i bet afta this, we're going beck. im feeling lethargic already. kay byee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNbeyM2cgCI/AAAAAAAACCc/URNLN9HZuOs/s1600/77165_165032190186581_100000394024578_419580_6605583_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNbeyM2cgCI/AAAAAAAACCc/URNLN9HZuOs/s400/77165_165032190186581_100000394024578_419580_6605583_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536857745923014690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;muke buruk swear penat takheran ape orang comment pasal dier. NIE UH AZURA PT MALAYSIA. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNbesSR16iI/AAAAAAAACCU/8F8T-IRYdpo/s1600/75328_165032373519896_100000394024578_419586_5168737_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNbesSR16iI/AAAAAAAACCU/8F8T-IRYdpo/s400/75328_165032373519896_100000394024578_419586_5168737_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536857644300888610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;veryvery cute ryan. i swear. hehs, so yea, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;second day, 6november2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woke up st 10.15am and ayah put the lappy right infront of my face! yes! was damn happy cause i can't wait ta webby w bie. called him but he's still asleep ): good then. after this, i think we're gonna head ta th wet market and eat breakfast there. the mee soup is effing nice i swear! hehe. currently accompanying leesya swimming, aiyoma anooying. malu2 kuching plak nie. TSK! afterwards, gonna get up and get ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12.59pm. in tha shopping mall, damn tired, mummy laa, she expect us ta get new long pants. and bought. -.-"we have ta tutop aurat? ahhh ya, very annoying. i swear. so after this, gonna head ta th hospital and visit my sick aunty, she very sick and she's a cancer patient. )): i am missing my babylove so muchh. ): and we just go disturbed. and then kakak disturbed them back, by speaking english WHICH THEY DONT UNDERSTAND! hahaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the next day, TIME TA GET BECK HOME. got ready and then headed ta th market ta meet tha rest to wish them goodbyeee. hmm, its soo sad but we're gonna meet them real soon, again. im sure. so yes, the trip was effing long and i got sick and tired of long journeys i swear. so yea, now, home sweet home and im missing my love so damn much! so damn muchhh! )): heh. gotta meet him soon. ((: so gonna head ta sleep. im fucking lethargic and i wanna get ta sleep. gnite people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-1425219617310070311?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1425219617310070311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/trip-to-terengganu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1425219617310070311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1425219617310070311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/trip-to-terengganu.html' title='trip to terengganu.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNbe4ATMLNI/AAAAAAAACCk/elG3wnh6LBQ/s72-c/40143_165031806853286_100000394024578_419571_1516408_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-6712074203556929017</id><published>2010-11-03T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:50:05.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANEL HUSIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNIqbLG2ixI/AAAAAAAACCM/JUCLHqRFwM0/s1600/28102010226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNIqbLG2ixI/AAAAAAAACCM/JUCLHqRFwM0/s400/28102010226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535533538318125842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that time we went ta visit dhia's kubor with daddy and more. we both we inside the car, including leesya.  we got bored of everything, so i took a marker pen and started drawing on his hands. HE drew on mine too.  see that? "i love you ;D xoxo." haha. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNIoDbDEMNI/AAAAAAAACCE/oamZ6n5Y0Mg/s400/DSCF2491.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535530931257094354" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lovinggg ma cheeckbones (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not working today. so yes, currently at home, doing nothing. and i just woke up. waiting for bie ta reach here cause he's gonna cum here. hehs. yay. im soo gonna eat lunch w him sia. like seriously uh. haha. ohh forget ta tell you somethang, yesterdayy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was so afraid ta get beck home cause  i was scared that mummy and papi fuck me from top to toe, but then baby told me ta tell the truth and i did. and papi wasn't angry at all. like seriously? cause i think he knows that im going to be safe  when im with bie laaa. not like the previous one. balek kul 8 je dah kene maki hamun cm taik. haha. so yes, kindaaa tired but then i gotta clean the house so that it looks clean and shiny all the time. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so , what shall i say again?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; OHHHHH, our 5 monthsary is in 8 days time.&lt;/span&gt; like fabulous or what? heh. going ice skating w himm! (: i likeeeeeee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNIiy7JZ4JI/AAAAAAAACB8/MmDulf_3H14/s1600/03112010268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNIiy7JZ4JI/AAAAAAAACB8/MmDulf_3H14/s400/03112010268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535525150257701010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so today, its gonna be the last day of me meeting bie. cause im going off at 2am tmrw morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO YEA, im the alone one with the rest of my fam members. pfft, got ready for everythang tinggal nak pergi aje. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bbyboy, you gotta takecare of yourself here and dun macam2. cause idw to see you liddat. so u better makesure that i once i reach singapore, you wouldn't do anything stupid or if i found out you did, you're gonna be a dead meat. like seriously. haha, (: gonna miss ya so much. hahaa. (: love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bebe, yest we talked alot. im sorry if i disheartened you. really sorry. ): no matter what, im still gonna love you. and im gonna stick with ya. sorry for all those thangs that i've done wrong. sorry for taking you for granted at times. im sure gonna keep you and have you as my only loved one and never gonna change myself into worst. im gonna make you proud on everything i do and im trying to not dissapoint you at anything. especially those stuffs. you know? sigh. i love you and im gonna miss ya like hell yeah? )): gonna get for kakak all stuffs too okay? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-6712074203556929017?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6712074203556929017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-time-we-went-ta-visit-dhias-kubor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6712074203556929017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6712074203556929017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-time-we-went-ta-visit-dhias-kubor.html' title='DANEL HUSIN.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNIqbLG2ixI/AAAAAAAACCM/JUCLHqRFwM0/s72-c/28102010226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-5401247500494927029</id><published>2010-11-03T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:51:49.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>likaaaa g6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNGPMMa4N3I/AAAAAAAACBk/TJhcqTSGV9Y/s400/DSCF2492.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535362856670214002" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so hello readers? heh. im backkk from home, 1 and a half hour ago. just camed beck from sing plaza. its effing fun i swear. so yes, woke up at 4.30, showered and went down, aunty ina fetched me and headed the shop. so then helped till afternoon, cleaned all those stuffs and got ready to go town. i talked to my ex-maid, aunty santii just now! like whoooaaaa? haha. so yes, she was actually shocked ta hear the dhia passed away. so sad )': &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNGP-nP3-aI/AAAAAAAACB0/pQbEWBP4E9s/s1600/,,,KLKH.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNGP-nP3-aI/AAAAAAAACB0/pQbEWBP4E9s/s1600/,,,KLKH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNGP-nP3-aI/AAAAAAAACB0/pQbEWBP4E9s/s400/,,,KLKH.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535363722865277346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; jalan2 with kak lin and boy. took mrt, from joo koon, ta orchard. slept as few times. hah! tak padan betul eh? muke kulit babi, taktau malu. so dhen, headed ta far east and did my hair. its not nice, ta me. but people told me that its nice. jalan2 with kak lin dhen baby tagged along. kecoh laa he. bising nak mampos only. haha. he w his deck, then we all headed ta 313. window shopped with kak lin while baby and boy waited for us outside. so then, seperated w kak lin and then went ta sing plaza w bie, ate at wangs............ k, enough. idk. haha. so then, headed opp side. and we talked. talked alot. i felt, GUILTY. i shouldn't tell bie. but, the reason wh i tell him its because that i know, sooner or later, he'll know by himself. so i rather tell him now. im sorry bie. so then took mrt ta raffles, bie send me, i took the wrong train -.-" then changed train and straight ta eunos, took 60 and back ta cribbbb! haha. effing tired. thought that papi's gonna get angry, but i was wrong. he wasn't thanks ta bieee. lucky my parents met his parents already, so we're actually approved by both of our parents! haha. working tomoro and meeting bie tomoro before i go ta terengganu )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNGP26TwopI/AAAAAAAACBs/nFpCiIaNcLE/s400/39475_1446386433860_1059122186_31110324_3928005_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535363590542893714" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY BABYG NUMBOR SATU NIEEEEE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tell me why i don't love her? tak mungkin! i love her soo much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i dun wanna lose her. im going terengganu and im so gonna miss you too my gergerl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gonna get for you something okay babe? a nice thing from there. specially for youu. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you and wait for my return on sunday okay? im gonna text you before and when i reach singapore okayy babyy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-5401247500494927029?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5401247500494927029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/likaaaa-g6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5401247500494927029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5401247500494927029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/11/likaaaa-g6.html' title='likaaaa g6.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TNGPMMa4N3I/AAAAAAAACBk/TJhcqTSGV9Y/s72-c/DSCF2492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-3563195892179665356</id><published>2010-10-31T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T00:46:47.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COUNTING dowwnnnnnn vvvvvvvvvvv'/><title type='text'>i wanna go shoppinggggg~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TM5kJ0eTFAI/AAAAAAAACBc/WGa_h0gd3GE/s1600/28102010233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TM5kJ0eTFAI/AAAAAAAACBc/WGa_h0gd3GE/s400/28102010233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534471111952241666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this coming november 12, its gonna be our fifth monthsary and im absolutely excited. gonna bring him somewhere, its gonna be suprise for him. not dinner, but different thang. heh. but sadly, HE KNOWS IT ALREADY. ALAMAKKK. IRRITATING LAAA. tsk. so, i know, where. im gonna invite kakak and abg elfee too along w us. (&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;so yes, im gonna last long in this relationship too huh? i love you danel. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11 more DAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-3563195892179665356?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3563195892179665356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wanna-go-shoppinggggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3563195892179665356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3563195892179665356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wanna-go-shoppinggggg.html' title='i wanna go shoppinggggg~'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TM5kJ0eTFAI/AAAAAAAACBc/WGa_h0gd3GE/s72-c/28102010233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-1700670392403058454</id><published>2010-10-31T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:53:13.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muhd Ranel Rashel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TM5h7yK6sII/AAAAAAAACBU/a61WYyRDDGo/s1600/28102010243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TM5h7yK6sII/AAAAAAAACBU/a61WYyRDDGo/s400/28102010243.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534468671792656514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yes, sorry for not updating again. been busy all this while. so yes. yesterday, worked and dhen headed ta kenduri and dhen straight ta jb, went ta ate dinner with bigbig family at some seafood restaurant. didn't ate so much cause i dun hav th appetite ta eat. too lethargic. so yes, bebe is having examination currently and im sure meeting him after he finishes his examinations. cause im missing him so damn like much? heh. baby bought lappy. best uh dektuh, enjooyyyy ajeee sayang aku nie. so yes, tmrw, im not sure w my plans but im  hoping that i could work tmrw, cause its effing boring ta stay at home and i hate when i rot at home, im gonna face the lappy 24/7. its really pathetic actually. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grad night is gona be in `18 november 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got what i should wear, its gonna be black and white long sleeve dress and either w wwedges or w vans shoe. let me be tha first one ta wear vans shoe ta gaduation night. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yea, sooner or later, im so gonna dye my hair, i bet its either dark red or lighter brown. so yes peopleee. lets stop here and i'll update maybe tommorow or tonight aye? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-1700670392403058454?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1700670392403058454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/muhd-ranel-rashel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1700670392403058454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1700670392403058454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/muhd-ranel-rashel.html' title='Muhd Ranel Rashel.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TM5h7yK6sII/AAAAAAAACBU/a61WYyRDDGo/s72-c/28102010243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-8541558155713135322</id><published>2010-10-27T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T06:17:20.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TMgeTBe0lDI/AAAAAAAACBM/jz9tW8wX3L0/s1600/DSCF2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TMgeTBe0lDI/AAAAAAAACBM/jz9tW8wX3L0/s400/DSCF2441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532705454388712498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO LETS SEE, IM SORRY FOR MISSING FOR THE MOMENT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was Just busy with n's, work and life. so yess, just let  me skip on those past and start a new one starting frm tmrw? yea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so today, went ta school, talk to thisss good friend of mine. (: so then sat down together, talk together, eat together power uh? haaha.then went ta eat lunch with friends* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talked alot, and my hand in wrinkled FYI ): kurang ajar sia you darren. tsskk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had lotsa fun with them for the last day of school. im so gonna miss them but im sure its gonna be th best memories of all. and im gonna miss ya'll. gonna hug each and everyone of you during graduation day and cry with all of you (: heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yeaaa, gonna update bout tmrw kay? (: byee. outing w biee (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-8541558155713135322?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8541558155713135322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/8541558155713135322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/8541558155713135322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TMgeTBe0lDI/AAAAAAAACBM/jz9tW8wX3L0/s72-c/DSCF2441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-2886497517352039878</id><published>2010-10-14T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T06:05:46.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RA'NEL, if i have a son, im gonna name him Ranel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TLb82cP0WXI/AAAAAAAACA8/GooGBjLy8PE/s1600/P101010_12.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TLb82cP0WXI/AAAAAAAACA8/GooGBjLy8PE/s400/P101010_12.03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527883604869536114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; so yes, bake agin, powerrrrr. and i can't wait for next week (: im coming ova ta fyee's house and teach her how ta bake cupcakes. just now, made cupcakes with kak acha and then cleaned the house and met bie. gave him his gifts and is extra extra gift that he wanted on Tuesday previously. he laaaaa, never give boleh jadi gadoh. papi texted me and called me but i ignored, annoying sngt. and he texted me with sad face summore. aiyoma. so cute sia (: so yes, had fun with bie today, i think so? helped him flag his cab and then called papi once i reached home. wanna know something stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;theres this time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i called mummy's office, she was at work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kringg kringgg kringggggggg.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mummy: hello. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me: keeping quite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mummy: hello? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me: keept quiet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mummy: hello legg mason management. anyone there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me: hello, can i speak to my  mother? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mummy: ALAMAK! what you want laaaa. disturb me this kind of timee. tell you not to disturb me.................................................... she continued talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me: BYE. and i hung up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then she texted me, 'cibai' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA! wanna know i think back about this? cause mummy's is having some meeting shit through otp which is NONSENSICAL! haha. im currently laughing and she keeps kicking meee. kayyy. gtg. wanna meet my darling, gergerl! byeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-2886497517352039878?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2886497517352039878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/ranel-if-i-have-son-im-gonna-name-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2886497517352039878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2886497517352039878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/ranel-if-i-have-son-im-gonna-name-him.html' title='RA&apos;NEL, if i have a son, im gonna name him Ranel.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TLb82cP0WXI/AAAAAAAACA8/GooGBjLy8PE/s72-c/P101010_12.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-2241368006515339819</id><published>2010-10-13T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:21:43.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH HEY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TLZ2VIhefkI/AAAAAAAACA0/CSFtVAy3dD0/s1600/Picture0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527735698081087042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TLZ2VIhefkI/AAAAAAAACA0/CSFtVAy3dD0/s400/Picture0055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; morning. rotten at home. gonna wait until baby come back home. cause i wanna meeeeeet him. damn, im missing him so much, so yea, yesterday, worked and headed ta tamp. and met ruzaini halfway. haha. so dhen, bought teddy and headed beck home. easy going life huh? ahhaa. (: today's plan, rot at home, wait until baby finishes school and meet him. gotta give him something (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-2241368006515339819?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2241368006515339819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2241368006515339819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2241368006515339819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-hey.html' title='OH HEY.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TLZ2VIhefkI/AAAAAAAACA0/CSFtVAy3dD0/s72-c/Picture0055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-332857725510898245</id><published>2010-10-12T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T07:23:22.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4TH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TLRnbr0wpOI/AAAAAAAACAs/orcpPmTKCj8/s1600/60938_152155274819183_100000741339857_273060_2234880_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527156368008586466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TLRnbr0wpOI/AAAAAAAACAs/orcpPmTKCj8/s400/60938_152155274819183_100000741339857_273060_2234880_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; so this is actually his birthday cake but they told him to stand up and let me sit instead. its on his birthday and went to his house ta break fast and aslo celebrate his birthday. so yea, sweet huh? we got more sweet pichas to take. heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;open close, open close and its our 4 MONTHSARY. happy 4 monthsary bie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so today, went out in tha morning, accompanied kak acha and abg kecik to court and boy tagged along, afterwards, went ta bugis and walk around. and bought some stuffs. headed ta penin and seperated with them. something funny happened and its really fuuny. haha! so dhen, headed ta kahtib and meet baby. met the rest, even rarasan, mateen, anna, nisa and their friends were there. so yea. hydal was there too. then fetched kak pearl and headed beck ta baby's crib. talked ta kak pearl and dhen we ta baby's room, EH! wait, don't misjudge, i asked him to do graffiti, but its destroyed, because of our fault. heh! so then, bie gave me teddy bear, lollipop and also a sweet letter. (: fight halfway but got over with it, bie gave me 20bucks and tooked cab beck home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TLRnbeMoa2I/AAAAAAAACAk/EqqelmfLaTw/s1600/Picture0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527156364350614370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TLRnbeMoa2I/AAAAAAAACAk/EqqelmfLaTw/s400/Picture0039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dhen, on sunday, in tha morning, went ta visit dhia's grave and dhen headed beck ta crib, met bie at home and mama and kak pearl was at home. sat down and kak dania came. had fun with dhem, talked ta mama and talked to bie too. (; then we headed ta kak sha's house, and dhen tooked cab ta banana leaf, AAA? kay wtf. so then, ate and off ta crib. they send me home and i had so much fun. kak, bpk aku pt depan and i swear its irritating. so byeee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-332857725510898245?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/332857725510898245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/4th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/332857725510898245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/332857725510898245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/4th.html' title='4TH.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TLRnbr0wpOI/AAAAAAAACAs/orcpPmTKCj8/s72-c/60938_152155274819183_100000741339857_273060_2234880_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-7167173346713937162</id><published>2010-10-09T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:29:49.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIAO'S WEBBY SUCKS BIG TIME (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TLCU-0gjHnI/AAAAAAAACAc/Sb_WFDRy8kI/s1600/dannie1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526080549751561842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TLCU-0gjHnI/AAAAAAAACAc/Sb_WFDRy8kI/s400/dannie1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TLCU-nXKuFI/AAAAAAAACAU/7qNPLV_WLw4/s1600/dannie.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, today, woke up as early as 4.30 morning, showered and off ta help aunty na's shop at jurong. fasr siul. got irritated by ibu cause she irritate me. i was sleeping soundly and she disturbed me. shessh. so yes, helped her and lotsa food was thrown away, i swear wasted. heh. but yes, went off at 12 and headed ta aunty na's house. talked ta kak lin aadn kak acha bout lotsa stuffs, its a girls talk la. so yea, had fun with dhem then headed beck home, rotte ands rotted and in the end, slept till 7.30, papi disturbed me, I SWEAR I FEEL LIKE KICKING HIS FACE JUST NOW. haha. got irrtated, mummy ddisturbed me in tha morning, and daddy disturbed me at night. i bet i would be sleeping soundly if he didn't made the move of disturbing me. cause he's SUPA ANNOYING.  so yes, dhen woke up anh showered and then headed, went off ta ecp and ate ate ate dinner. heh. its nice (: so dhen, headed back home and faced lappy till now.&lt;br /&gt;chatted with lovely friends and also baby, then he asked ta take picha, but it wasn't clear, take a new one next itme kay? he was talking shit all the while i swear. we were just looking at eacxh other's faces. haha! stupid so yea, gotta go ta bed cause im effing tired and lethargic i swear. so yea, good night dhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bbygirl, i saw ibu hugging your picture while sleeping. she misses you so much and tmrw morning, we're gonna visit your graveyard. i love you dhia, so much and i miss you. i swear )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-7167173346713937162?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7167173346713937162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/viaos-webby-sucks-big-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/7167173346713937162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/7167173346713937162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/viaos-webby-sucks-big-time.html' title='VIAO&apos;S WEBBY SUCKS BIG TIME (:'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TLCU-0gjHnI/AAAAAAAACAc/Sb_WFDRy8kI/s72-c/dannie1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-5598412895461964764</id><published>2010-10-08T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T01:49:25.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TK7ZF93aidI/AAAAAAAACAM/iAA8LIIhwkY/s1600/27958_1448951906492_1314033721_1221751_4768016_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525592489359739346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TK7ZF93aidI/AAAAAAAACAM/iAA8LIIhwkY/s400/27958_1448951906492_1314033721_1221751_4768016_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; pretty isn't she? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TK7MP5_BPBI/AAAAAAAACAE/iLc2U3cKOiU/s1600/mc_escher_gallery_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525578366465424402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TK7MP5_BPBI/AAAAAAAACAE/iLc2U3cKOiU/s400/mc_escher_gallery_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is a picha of me with th rest of my siblings when i was 6 years old, mummy made a birthday party for both of us. its was so special. now, who's gonna celebrate with me? nobody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kalau sesungguhnya, kao masih ada, aku akan menjagamu and menyayangi kao dengan sepenuh hati.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dhia, is a very nice but she an annoying girl. she tries ta please me but im just stupid enough that i didn't realise it. she's the special one and she's also pretty. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't get ta spend time with her and i regretted big time, i swear. the best part of us was during those times when we're younger, we played together and had fun together. and i still remember, once, mummy scolded us cause there was a mentos on th floor, she asked one of us ta pick it up but both of us asked each other instead, in the end, we both made the choice of picking up that mentos together and threw it into th bin, even if it was small and rounded. we did it togetha. and i was primary 4. heh. she's the annoying one, she the irritating one, shes th nice one, she the caring one, shes the bossy one and she loves evesdropping, which makes me mad and always wanting ta bash her face. she loves me but she doesn't show it ta my face, same goes ta me cause we're both just too shy. lastly, what i hate the most, its that i just can't stop thinking of her cause wadeva i do, it'll remind me of her. in my house, in each room, theres always memories that we've done togetha and all those obstacles we've gone through. frankly, its really difficult ta accept that shes gone, really diff cause i'll cry while im bathing or even at school, in tha toilet. cause i can't go on for now cause shes not there. something is just missing and its really difficult for me to go through. i didn't get ta spend time with her, i'm not even satisfied spending time with her yet cause the last time we've spend time togetha was th making of those cupcakes. cause she taught me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tears, rolling down, while typing this post. if you could be here, how i wish i could hug you tightly, tall girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause, you're really the most amazing sister i've got. cause we have the same birthday, we love purple, we sleep in tha same room, we got tha same presents. we spent time togetha when we're younger, we fight, cat fight, cried togetha. mummy cried for you everyday when shes at work cause she misses you so much, till she got sick. dhia, im sorry if i hurt you in anyway, cause you know, nomatter what, im gonna love you. you're gonna be in my heart and im gonna love you nomatter what. im gonna bacekn doa everytime i think of you cause even if i cry for you, how could i wish if you'll hug me even if i can't see you. looking at your pichas each and every single day, reminds me of all those memories. remember those time when i played hockey with you while kakak was cleaning tha kitchen and the kitchen was soapy and all slippery? we laughed, we screamed just because of that sponge. HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was so happy when you told your friend ta i could do anything just ta save you cause you knew i app. you as my own sister all this while. i was happy, you read my blog, cause i thought you wouldn't have the time and wouldn't even bother ta read my blog, but i was wrong, u did. you cried right dear? ibu told me that you asked her ta read my blog cause you're so touched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh gosh, tell me how ammi not supposed ta miss ya. among 6 billion people, god have ta take you away from me, because you don't have so much sins and god loves you more than he loves me, imma sinner babe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the birthday present was the best and i dun even wanna use that shirt that you gave me. cause i'll treasure it till th end. i've tried wearing your necklace, and everytime im wearing it, i'll kiss that necklace when i start ta miss ya. we're far apart but you're always close ta my heart. leesya cried everyday, and she'll go into our room, sitting down on your bed while holding your teddybear cause she misses you so much, she keeps complaining dhia. forever tao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ayah is gettiing slimmer, cause he doesn't wants ta eat and he keeps thinking bout you. mummy cried last last sunday when she was watching kak acha and kakak doing my hair. cause she was thinking about you. kakak has been asking ayah if we all could go ta your grave this week right after ayah reached manila. he went ta manila anyway, he misses you too. same goes ta kakak. all of us misses you. even ibu, she keeps crying. u gotta meet her every night while shes sleeping and hug her okay? while i was sleeping alone in our room, i felt someone was holding my face. and it was absolutely cold, i was dropped dead but i was awared of tha surroundings. i bet it was you? dear girl, you gotta rest in peace and makesure you come and visit us every night. im not afraid of you. trust me, im afraid of those ghosts in our house, previously just like you. hug me tight and kiss me goodnight when you visit us okay? hug ibu and ensure that when she wakes up, she feels good cause she depressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i did my n'levels just for you, cause i know you will be proud of me for doing my best, standing strong and continuing with my n's. cause i broke down badly, my friends, abg dannie pun helped me ta pull me up tao. he loves you just like his own sister. cause you were so nice and he likes you so much tao dhia. (: even kak gergerl pun and abg lif pun all your friends, my friends and our big families. heh. and now, im just gonna say, that nomatter you're not here anymore, you're not gonna be in my daily routines, *tears rolling.* you're still my sister, and i still have 3 other siblings, not two. and lastly, i miss you, im sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-5598412895461964764?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5598412895461964764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/loly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5598412895461964764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5598412895461964764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/loly.html' title='loly.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TK7ZF93aidI/AAAAAAAACAM/iAA8LIIhwkY/s72-c/27958_1448951906492_1314033721_1221751_4768016_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-4524696433766948379</id><published>2010-10-06T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:28:14.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREW N'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TK1KDBEBrJI/AAAAAAAAB_0/bJaEsCR5Su4/s1600/37180_450874141792_655906792_5744094_5651481_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525151724522301410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TK1IOE5J5-I/AAAAAAAAB-M/v88dkhYOdlY/s400/34732_450882596792_655906792_5744223_74241_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TK1IONKVaHI/AAAAAAAAB-E/apMSm4O8-i0/s1600/34424_450943851792_655906792_5745257_4968023_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525151726741842034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TK1IONKVaHI/AAAAAAAAB-E/apMSm4O8-i0/s400/34424_450943851792_655906792_5745257_4968023_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last saturday's pichas. had lotsa fun with them. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NLEVELS OVAAAAAA! lovin' it babe, (Y) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe. so yes, yest. fight with bie and i dun wanna elaborate about it. so planned ta meet him at 4 but he gotta stay back till 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from 5 to 6.30, i waited for him under tha void deck, all by my own. sitting down. this is what  i mean, karma, what goes around comes around. so im actually okay with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so dhen, got pissed of with ibu and the situation and he cooled me down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he tag along with uniform! hehe. with us, went ta sempang bedok and ate dinner and off ta th aierport ta fetch papi. mummy gave him money and told him ta get beck home first cause its 11 plus already. so yes, waited for papi and he bought choclates. YAY!  love ya ayah. (: so yes, today's maths paper, shockingly, i did it. its do-able la basically. so im okay with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;currently at home, rotting while waiting for baby ta text me when he finishes school. macam nak jumpe kak pearl aje. but cnnt. mummy will sure screw me up, sucks ta be me ): just now at school, i was the only one having fun, being happy, screaming here and there, cause i've finished my n's. powerrr! the rest hav not finished theirs yet, wishing them all th best for their dnt, poa and geog. heh. so yes. currently having mixed feelings, im missing my sister so much. its kinda difficult ta accept that shes actually gone forever ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-4524696433766948379?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4524696433766948379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/screw-ns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4524696433766948379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4524696433766948379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/screw-ns.html' title='SCREW N&apos;S'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TK1KDBEBrJI/AAAAAAAAB_0/bJaEsCR5Su4/s72-c/37180_450874141792_655906792_5744094_5651481_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-6544841371052213164</id><published>2010-10-05T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:18:38.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TKviP5hfIAI/AAAAAAAAB98/iDLVK5a3pwg/s1600/715515840-26335b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524758130667233282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TKviP5hfIAI/AAAAAAAAB98/iDLVK5a3pwg/s400/715515840-26335b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's the one pulling me when im really down, he's th one who slap my face when i say i wanna give up, he's the one telling me 'fine, if you think you wanna do this, go ask your parents. don't ask me.' fnnoying but i still love him, thank you for everything bie, for helping me out, for teaching me, for lending me your art stuffs and for encouraging me. i love you (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n'levels is just as fine, thank god its do-able except for chemistry and maths paper1. i strived and stayed up all late in tha morning, at 4.30 and woke up at 6 just for art. i even ironed my clothes with my eyes closed till i heard mummy was laughing at me. cb. i managed ta finish it. thank god. so yea, wanna know how horrible i am when i have not much sleep? i fight with bie because of my fucking pathetic ego. he told me to go ta sleep and i didn't want. so he wasted his saliva talking ta me and he hung up. i was half dead la but i was aware. mate kuyu the whole night and i slept at 9 plus yest. shoking but yea, i did. i was effing tired is swear. so yes, thursday, which is tmrw, is gonna be my maths paper. baby's coming ova ta my house? i guess. idk if he is or not. he's gonna teach me maths, paper two -______- endure la endure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yes, my maths paper two is gonna be my last paper, im sure gonna shake my ass when i get out of th refelection hall, for sure! heh. then i could start working and help ibu with those bills so she could to better thangs with her money rather than paying bills. heh. so yes, flyer, food, or luge? idk. see la how. but i am sure looking forward on singapore flyer. i kinda owe baby lotsa stuffs, i wanna go shopping with him right after he finishes his o'levels and yes, i gotta bring those 3 douche bags ta swensens, promised them earlier during june hols la basically. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im gonna bring leesya out too, to some places and bring her go shopping, and have a day off too with kakak, going shopping togetha and that is gonna be way cool cause its been decades since i've spend my time with my siblings. gotta bring her to town and its gonna be just 2 of us. so yes, its gonna be a havoc until 16dec? i think so. its gonna be th release of n'levels result. getting ready for the worst, will bebe bring lotsa packets of tissues in ma bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i were have the chance to retain again in sec 4, i rather retain and start again even though im stupid cause im just wasting my time. I DUN WANNA GO TA ITE. I SWEAR I DUN WANNA GO TO ITE ): anything betta than this, i rather take privat e o's on restart again and take private n's if i have tha chance to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-6544841371052213164?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6544841371052213164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6544841371052213164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6544841371052213164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/r.html' title='R.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TKviP5hfIAI/AAAAAAAAB98/iDLVK5a3pwg/s72-c/715515840-26335b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-2821033388296748636</id><published>2010-10-02T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:23:15.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TKfLiaBt89I/AAAAAAAAB90/RqARIzWb0aE/s1600/63306_447670669490_695314490_5020951_7233035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523607259955721170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TKfLiaBt89I/AAAAAAAAB90/RqARIzWb0aE/s400/63306_447670669490_695314490_5020951_7233035_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, yesterday, went to accompany bie go skate while i studied history* so yes. aftedr that, met kakak and abg elfee at plaza sing. ate long john, talked ta kakak and then walked around. then took pichas and headed ta fort caning park. so there, we chilled for awhile, took pichas, with kakak and bie took. its was so awesome, cause yesterday, somebody was effing hot and he made me smile the whole journey from my house to far east. heh. so yes, n's next week? have i've studied? yea. but im not finished studying my history yet. pfttt. swear im really scared. ): but its okay, just after this and we can enjoy, hopefully. bbylove's o's coming soon too. and im sure he can make it for his o's cause if he doesn't he's gonna at least do well and make me pround. okay, you're supposed to tell me this bie. hehs. so gonna rot all day long today and gonna study my history and do my art cause i've not really done with it ): so yes, enjoy people. bye (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-2821033388296748636?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2821033388296748636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2821033388296748636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2821033388296748636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TKfLiaBt89I/AAAAAAAAB90/RqARIzWb0aE/s72-c/63306_447670669490_695314490_5020951_7233035_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-6907104238783575002</id><published>2010-09-28T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T07:12:35.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TKH2XKKhLnI/AAAAAAAAB9s/V5mIl2cT07g/s1600/DSC02837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TKH2XKKhLnI/AAAAAAAAB9s/V5mIl2cT07g/s400/DSC02837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521965495858835058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yes, i slept at 3.30 in tha morning and i was late for sch. 7am in tha morning and g. im still sleeping. so yes, reached school at 8.15am. studied maths and then, 4 periods of art, recess and mt and history. slept during history. i was effing tired and got irritated cause bbyboy keep texting me while im asleep. but its okay, ily (: so yes, dhen went beck home and showered, and went off beck, went ta night class, was actually late. so studied history. blehhhh and beck ta crib, i swear im tired and im foreva hungry and also craving for ____. pfft. so now, currently texting bie and updating.&lt;br /&gt;babe, IMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-6907104238783575002?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6907104238783575002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-yes-i-slept-at-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6907104238783575002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6907104238783575002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-yes-i-slept-at-3.html' title=''/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TKH2XKKhLnI/AAAAAAAAB9s/V5mIl2cT07g/s72-c/DSC02837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-1411755759632967464</id><published>2010-09-27T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:56:13.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siti Nadia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TKCtmBGCM6I/AAAAAAAAB9k/0xWwRYFE_fE/s1600/37295_461146042165_678722165_6152957_1016213_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521604011796607906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TKCtmBGCM6I/AAAAAAAAB9k/0xWwRYFE_fE/s400/37295_461146042165_678722165_6152957_1016213_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; you wanna know what girl? i miss you so much, so damn much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is gonna be there for me when i need someone to talk to when im alone in th room? who is gonna celebrate birthday with me dhia? whos gonna be there for me to irritate me? without you is so diff. i have to all the routines without you. i don't get to see someone doing her homework alone at home anymore. you know its too difficult to actually accept that you're gone, its so difficult. i missing ya so much, so much that i wanna hug you ya'know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but god gotta take you away, cause he loves you more. but i love you and you know that right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you're gone now, its gonna be just 3 of us now. no more you love, no more. ))":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-1411755759632967464?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1411755759632967464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/siti-nadia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1411755759632967464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1411755759632967464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/siti-nadia.html' title='Siti Nadia.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TKCtmBGCM6I/AAAAAAAAB9k/0xWwRYFE_fE/s72-c/37295_461146042165_678722165_6152957_1016213_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-4120352396903629288</id><published>2010-09-24T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T19:13:42.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANZURA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TJ1asyxuUPI/AAAAAAAAB9c/9zFjERi64QA/s1600/DSC02408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TJ1asyxuUPI/AAAAAAAAB9c/9zFjERi64QA/s400/DSC02408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520668443817169138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my sister has rest peacefully. gosh, i miss you till now love. ):&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not updating. too busy with stuffs. so yes, cried almost everyday cause of dhia, damn i miss her  so much till now. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, for the past few weeks and days, imma rotten dog with no life la basically.&lt;br /&gt;met bie, school, jb, met bie, school, crib. no outing except for izhar's open house, thats all. so yea. i'll update more okay? if i have th time. cause im effing busy la basically. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-4120352396903629288?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4120352396903629288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/danzura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4120352396903629288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4120352396903629288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/danzura.html' title='DANZURA.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TJ1asyxuUPI/AAAAAAAAB9c/9zFjERi64QA/s72-c/DSC02408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-6536925297583765014</id><published>2010-09-10T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T08:04:36.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cause i love you i love you. i miss you ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIpIitNCIoI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/NFvMbEdYmac/s1600/aku+..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIpIitNCIoI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/NFvMbEdYmac/s400/aku+..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515300454755607170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;time KENTALAN JUBO. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so basically, today is hari raye, selamat hari raye semuenye!&lt;br /&gt;currently at th hospital, dhia is transferred ta ICU due to internal  bleeding and more. so yes, shes getting better but still at critical  state, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;shockingly, today, i was laughing and i didn't cry. thank god. hehs. i  just went in ta check on dhia and she's doing fine, everythang is under  controlled. she needs more of th thang and antibiotics and she'll get  well soon. im hoping that she could go back much more earlier so that we  could jaslan raye and bake cake togetha. its so sad to see her laying  on th bed, cause she's under sedation. yea.&lt;br /&gt;dhia, be strong, we're here for you babe! stay strong okay darling? iloveyou. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIpGmOzt3jI/AAAAAAAAB9A/364rfg-L-Os/s1600/7034_157154281792_655906792_3129619_8096143_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIpGmOzt3jI/AAAAAAAAB9A/364rfg-L-Os/s400/7034_157154281792_655906792_3129619_8096143_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515298316292578866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, im missing my boyf so much. i bet he's enjoying celebrating hari raya with his family (: enjoying while texting me. he even topped up for me. so sweet of me. but its kinda troublesome bie, anyway, thankyou so much bie. so sweet of you actually (: so yes, he's coming here on sunday and i can't wait, i can't wait ta hug him tightly cause he's been hearing me cry while otp-ing with him. i was too sad )": but he was there ta comfort me. see how lucky i am to get him? he told me that he's gonna wipe off my tears when i cry infront of him. but i don't think im gonna cry infront of him, im gonna laugh and smile instead. cause he's powerly cute and too adorable for me ta cry. he makes me smile everytime.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i have to mintak maaf to him, cause HARI RAYA, i have to respect him la kirekan. see la how kay bie? hehes, he's mine, i love him, i swear. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-6536925297583765014?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6536925297583765014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/cause-i-love-you-i-love-you-i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6536925297583765014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6536925297583765014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/cause-i-love-you-i-love-you-i-miss-you.html' title='cause i love you i love you. i miss you ):'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIpIitNCIoI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/NFvMbEdYmac/s72-c/aku+..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-1891477444137105869</id><published>2010-09-05T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T04:49:23.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh, cause you're th light of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIODfVdCKPI/AAAAAAAAB8w/xSuQLdDbVeQ/s1600/DSC02436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIODfVdCKPI/AAAAAAAAB8w/xSuQLdDbVeQ/s400/DSC02436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513394943189723378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the hospital still. im in love. and im lazy to type more words, cause its FREEZINGGGGG. fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-1891477444137105869?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1891477444137105869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/sigh-cause-youre-th-light-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1891477444137105869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1891477444137105869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/sigh-cause-youre-th-light-of-my-life.html' title='sigh, cause you&apos;re th light of my life.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIODfVdCKPI/AAAAAAAAB8w/xSuQLdDbVeQ/s72-c/DSC02436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-3986736914616646223</id><published>2010-09-04T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:51:50.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i treasure you as one of my important friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i don wanna fight? please? (":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've forgiven you babe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you my friend, i love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-3986736914616646223?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3986736914616646223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-treasure-you-as-one-of-my-important.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3986736914616646223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3986736914616646223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-treasure-you-as-one-of-my-important.html' title='i treasure you as one of my important friend.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2541549257796541258.post-530502699178219079</id><published>2010-09-04T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T08:50:54.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy september.'/><title type='text'>MY BEST MIRACLE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIJLxFx_FXI/AAAAAAAAB8o/nf4wabNT_oQ/s1600/don__t_cry_by_photoImpact.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIJLxFx_FXI/AAAAAAAAB8o/nf4wabNT_oQ/s400/don__t_cry_by_photoImpact.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513052200592414066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guess what? im fucked with everybody right now, even myself.&lt;br /&gt;why must things happen at this point time? why must this happen at th same time when my n'levels is just 2 days away? screw this shit la sia. cheebye. fuck llife like seriously. why? please, somebody explain to me? why must it be me?&lt;br /&gt;again and again and again. fucking pissed. so tell me, how ammi supposed to take my n levels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dunnoe whats wrong with my friends. whats wrong with them, have i done somethang wrong again? please uh sia, i hate it sia. you think idk whats going on issit? i may be stupid but not that stupid to know that you all hav been talking behind my back. whats wrong with you all sia? why must it be this way? your feelings, what about mine? now which one i worst? my sister, idk if shes gonna live forever or die sooner or later? what you all feel when you're on my shoes, will you all like it if i'll talk thangs behind your backs? im sure not right? i had enuf, i tried changing. closing my mouth, not talking ta myself on th mirrors, ain't praising myself now. i tried my best not ta talk ta guys, so that you all would think the other way. why must you all be liddat sia? kalau taknak berkawan, ckp ngan aku, jgn ckp bnyk2 blakang aku. aku tak suke bende cm gini. kalau korang taknak berkawan ngan aku, CAKAP. aku tak halang, suke hati korang kan?&lt;br /&gt;paham sikit uh perangai orang. i also have sensitivity, not only you, you you you or you.&lt;br /&gt;jangan org perangai jangan cm heartless uh sia. aku pun ade hati siol. pkir skit uh sia pasal hati aku, bukan hati kao. aku ape? manusia takde hati? ade limit uh sia. favour uh. penat sia, skit2 kene cm ginie. sampai bile sia aku nak kene diam. kalau berbual, tak puas hati, gadoh nnti. SUMPAH aku dah malas nak ckp. korang berbual ape korang nak berbual. aku sumpah aku penat gile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sister, her name is nadia. but i prefer calling her dhia. she's not feeling well and previously, she had this sickness, lymphoma cancer. shes was actually fully recovered but now, right now at the hospital, im sitting right beside her bed, looking at her with tears rolling down my cheecks, regretting everythang i've done towards her. hoping that she'll be fine and that stupid cancer ain't gonna come again. i just hate it when it attacks my sister, cause she told me that it hurts. and she doesn't want ta go for chemo, she told me it sucks like shit and it hurts. she hates being bald. and when i look at the doctors while taking blood from her, makes me feel like crying and always thought of punching those doctors away, telling them to get away and fuck off. but i can't help it. those doctors are taking her blood was for her own good and i just can't do anythang actually. what i could do was to actually shut my mouth up and move away. she hav ta eat almost 10 diff kinds of medicine 3 times a day. seeing her cry, pushing that medicine away  each and every 6 hours, begging me, to secretly throw away those medicines and tell those nurses that she had eaten it. in pain, i hav to throw it away. telling nobody that i've thrown it away just for her so that she wouldn't cry cause shes really really sick and tired of eating medicines. she told me, and actually, i've tasted  it myself, wanna know what? hospital food sucks like shit la basically. but she hav ta force herself eating it. have you ever tried eating cold veggies with cold mash potatoes and hard chicken cutlet with disgusting sauce. i bet you haven't? at that point of time, she had ta i eat it 3 times  but diff kind of disgusting food a day, breakfast, lunch and dinner, everyday in a week, for 6 months. suffering huh? have you ever felt it this way? hav you ever felt like you're a loner with another of your 2 sisters cause your mom was at th hospital, taking care of your sick sister at the hospital, for six months. and every weekends, its gonna be your turn ta sleep at th hospital and accompany cause you just can't stand looking at your mom, sitting here, feeling so tired, and ain't sleeping on th bed, but on the sofa. correction, not that long sofa, but just that sofa for 1 person ta sit. have you even slept in that kinda sofa for 6 months? while the others were at home, having difficulties. tell me how am i not supposed ta break down when it comes ta this. previously, nadia's cancer friends, who had recovered and got relapse again just passed away. even that small little boy named satwit, he's only 2 years old. and the other 3 girls. tell me what will you think once you read this. tell me what happens when you're at this state. afraid of losing anybody around you, no matter how close or far apart you were with them, you're still afraid of losing them. tell me what am i supposed to do. please? tell me what ammi suppoosed to do? give me solutions. apart from all family problems, hav you gone through this? praying ta god each every minute to actually save your sister? hav you ever felt that no matter how much you've cried for the person, there was no/little tiny bit of changes. sista yanna is afraid, shes afraid, papi's afraid, mummy's afraid and im afraid too. i cannot accept this. its way too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;papi told me, that her results confirming that she's having relapse or nt will be on monday, but th doctors told papi that its kinda obvious that she's gonna hav relapse, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THE ONLY&lt;/span&gt; solution to save her from leaving this world is only th bone arrow transplant. whos gonna do it? dhia only hav 3 siblings, me, sista yanna, leesya. leesya is too young. sista yanna is too small. its just me. me.&lt;br /&gt;now i tell you? hav you ever felt this way? arghghghghgghghghghghghgghghghghghghghghgghghghghghghghghg. )";&lt;br /&gt;dhia, if you were to actually read this. im typing while sitting  right beside you, typing while crying, cause i dun want you to know that im crying for you. cause i bet you'll also cry when you see me cry. bbygerl, i just can't help it. if i can do anythang for you. i will, i dun mind. i needa help you on the trasplant so that you cn survive from this. you're only thirteen baby, only thirteen. i dun want you to go that early. i believe you strong enuf to hold on to this. and im gonna stay strong and continue with the bone arrow that the doctors have planned to save you. im gonna do it even if afraid of those long long sharp injections and those stupid stuffs. just for you, just for to live, together like before when you were 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10 or 11 years old (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;lovee, kak zura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-530502699178219079?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/530502699178219079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-best-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/530502699178219079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/530502699178219079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-best-miracle.html' title='MY BEST MIRACLE.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIJLxFx_FXI/AAAAAAAAB8o/nf4wabNT_oQ/s72-c/don__t_cry_by_photoImpact.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-6746075139315012908</id><published>2010-09-03T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:39:52.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inilah saat terakhir? TAK MUNGKIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello, go and fuck around kay? and guess what? KARMA IS HITTING BACK YAW. cheebye mak kao peh puki gie mati sua. irritating sia kao, takleh tegok aku senang betol sia musibat agong.  kao peyh kurang ajar. pkir aku bodo cm kao pe musibat? dah satu satu. takplek muke kao baru kao tau. kao pkir ape? aku adek2 kao pe? AKU TUMBOK MUKE KAO MESTI KAO MATI PUNYE. NAK BET? musibat agong besar peyh puki, ninauya. babi peyh&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; crazy frog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allah, IM FASTING. besabar ialah separuh daripada iman. amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIHWnWjStWI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/yQdF9ZfDfUk/s1600/35824_1384308001938_1059122186_30956870_7305642_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIHWnWjStWI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/yQdF9ZfDfUk/s400/35824_1384308001938_1059122186_30956870_7305642_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512923390435046754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, basically, i have the time to post. why not? i post about yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;soo, school? ehat do you think? haha. 4 periods of eng was fun. did compo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so after school, went off with sasa. then after that got ready and waited for bie ta reach tenage.&lt;br /&gt;leesya follow along and dhen headed str8 ta kk hospital. dhen went up at met dhia, bie bought for her bubur. sweet sia. so dhen, kak acha as there and wetalked and stuffs. dhen me, kakak, bie, kak acha we down ta break fast at macd. sengket right? but fuck it la actually. haha. so yes, dhen papi came, and satdown with us. and standard, he started isturbing me. obviously. so yes, dhen he went off. dhen left with the five of us including leesya. went out ta th pond there and they started smoking, talked about stuffs and dhen beck up. yada yada yada, then papi send bie beck ta khateb and we headed back ta crib. i was effing tired. haha. and talked t bie for awhile and dhen off ta sleep. currently texting bie and im kinda pissed right now. why do people tihnk im stupid when i actually have brains like they do? im just not smart enuf you gettit? fuck it sia. annoying people trying ta hav 2 faces. fuck dhem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIHaMjeAzII/AAAAAAAAB8g/5cyhbhyic3A/s1600/30212_1427291116536_1060532575_31219640_895012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIHaMjeAzII/AAAAAAAAB8g/5cyhbhyic3A/s400/30212_1427291116536_1060532575_31219640_895012_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512927328092605570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear you look hot in this picha. (: WOHOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;thankyouuu for accompanying me at th hospital with the rest of my fam members. your were so sweet! idk why. and i love you. only you! both of met each of our parents already. happy! happy wohhoo! now, all i hav to do is to wait for you to marry me. FAKE! hopefully kay? ily. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIHW3g0-h3I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/zDsE0tvXSZA/s1600/30212_1427291116536_1060532575_31219640_895012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIHW3g0-h3I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/zDsE0tvXSZA/s400/30212_1427291116536_1060532575_31219640_895012_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512923668071483250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dhia nadia, sister of mine, please get well soon will you? be strong and don't let that motha fucking cancer go on to your body again. you know no matter how harsh you are im still gonna love you. o matter how irritating you are and no matter how big mouth you hav. im still gonna love you. you're only 13. please, be strong? i dun wanna lose you? same goes ta th family. please?  be strong bbygerl, be strong! im gonna pray hard just for you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-6746075139315012908?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6746075139315012908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/inilah-saat-terakhir-tak-mungkin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6746075139315012908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6746075139315012908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/inilah-saat-terakhir-tak-mungkin.html' title='inilah saat terakhir? TAK MUNGKIN.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TIHWnWjStWI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/yQdF9ZfDfUk/s72-c/35824_1384308001938_1059122186_30956870_7305642_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-5634731664170372548</id><published>2010-09-02T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T06:15:05.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you yourself doing the same thing.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if you don&apos;t like it'/><title type='text'>ii love you more each and everyday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TH-iLWpY4BI/AAAAAAAAB8I/oKN41_pQgOI/s1600/Dannie592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TH-iLWpY4BI/AAAAAAAAB8I/oKN41_pQgOI/s400/Dannie592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512302784866213906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yes, been busy. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, today, went ta hospital with bie and visited little sista. bought for dhia baloon and went up. dhen ayah came. bie met ayah. dhen ayah talked ta him. so yes, ayah fetched kakak, bie had ta go off. so dhen send him ta th bustop. ayah planned ta bring him along, buke together with him, but then bie had to go off. tuh pasal. but ayah okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! WHEEEEEE! i love it man! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;so dhen, kissed bie, and salam him goodbye. so yea, still at hospital anyway. tired, i love danel husin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-5634731664170372548?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5634731664170372548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/ii-love-you-more-each-and-everyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5634731664170372548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5634731664170372548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/09/ii-love-you-more-each-and-everyday.html' title='ii love you more each and everyday.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TH-iLWpY4BI/AAAAAAAAB8I/oKN41_pQgOI/s72-c/Dannie592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-5206634353650630515</id><published>2010-08-25T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T05:18:10.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cause you think you're some lucky bitch? haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/THUHfZyiRQI/AAAAAAAAB7s/Przp1cTskU8/s1600/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/THUHfZyiRQI/AAAAAAAAB7s/Przp1cTskU8/s400/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509317955237856514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, im in love, okay. bye. haha .&lt;br /&gt; yesterday was supaa fun, took 854 str8 ta khatib. went ta bie house and buke with his family, even kak pearl was there and also her boyfriend. so yes, its supa th fun. kak pearl was so nice, she was there all the while,  she even tell me not ta be scared of her parents. so yes, ate togetha, talk ta dannie's mama and also papa and papa ken? and also mama sya. WHOAAAAAA, i remembered their names already. haha. kay lame, before eating bie bace doa. haha. swear cute. so dhen afta buke, sat for awhile and hydal and hykal came, then sing birthday song for bie and cut the cake. took pichas and ate th cake, i shared with bie. and yada yada yada. went off around 9 plus and reached home at 10.30. and otp with bie (: tiring but fun day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/THUHf6W449I/AAAAAAAAB70/7gmZbJSG7nc/s1600/250820101046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/THUHf6W449I/AAAAAAAAB70/7gmZbJSG7nc/s400/250820101046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509317963980268498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, was late fer sch, woke up at 6.45. haha, power. so yes, met sasa and went off togetha. so yes, reached school and sat down, damn fucked up with my results cause it sucks like shit. like seriously? wtf. i swear. so afta school, went ta meet bie and yes, it was supa the fun, (: you know i love you. (: and back ta crib, cleaned the whole house and rest, dhen buke and now updating and facebook-ing. so yea, waiting fer bie ta text me. okay dhen, gtg. byeee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-5206634353650630515?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5206634353650630515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/cause-you-think-youre-some-lucky-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5206634353650630515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5206634353650630515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/cause-you-think-youre-some-lucky-bitch.html' title='cause you think you&apos;re some lucky bitch? haha.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/THUHfZyiRQI/AAAAAAAAB7s/Przp1cTskU8/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-3871669982742576939</id><published>2010-08-23T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:22:49.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANEL HUSIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/THMrWFx6LzI/AAAAAAAAB7k/IHFRaQ0w8Oc/s1600/40338_142036212497756_100000741339857_228226_5005026_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508794427712876338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/THMrWFx6LzI/AAAAAAAAB7k/IHFRaQ0w8Oc/s400/40338_142036212497756_100000741339857_228226_5005026_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yes, currently, im in school. having art lesoon but ain't doing anythang cause we're done with paper one, as you cn see, i've not been updating sucha long time. i was busy and i was actually studying. so yea, last weekend, i went out with ee eng. yuning, georgina and company. acompany ee eng ta buy some stuffs. and did shopping. dhen ibu fetched me at bugis and headed straight ta jb. wanted ta meet bie but dhen neh, it was cancelled. so yea, today is bie's 17th birthday, happy birthday sygku, mayall you wishes come true okay? you know i love you. (: so today, right after school. im going beck ta crib and get ready straight. going ta bie's house ta buke and celebrate together with his family, im scared and excited. hopefully it will turn out great. got his birthday present, all nicely ready. tinggal nak bagi je. haha. ibu wished him happy birthday too. one problem, I SERIOUSLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WEAR. gosh, gonna find it soon. and yes, i love my boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so basically, im not gonna update everyday like before, its gonna once in a while cause lappy's dead. so yes, nlevel's is in 12 days, so im gonna buck up. takecare people, takecare love. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-3871669982742576939?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3871669982742576939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/danel-husin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3871669982742576939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3871669982742576939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/danel-husin.html' title='DANEL HUSIN.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/THMrWFx6LzI/AAAAAAAAB7k/IHFRaQ0w8Oc/s72-c/40338_142036212497756_100000741339857_228226_5005026_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-1328126563172956358</id><published>2010-08-19T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T05:43:08.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 days, SOCIAL STUDIES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TG0k8r0HgKI/AAAAAAAAB7c/wV8t0IEhmFk/s1600/26072010086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TG0k8r0HgKI/AAAAAAAAB7c/wV8t0IEhmFk/s400/26072010086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507098544316055714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as you can see, whenever i go bedok reservoir, without fail, i'll buy the honey lollipop. swear its damn nice. so yesterday was okay, went ta lotsa places and slept for one hour and started on chemistry paper only for the last 15 mins. power huh? haha. and yes, today, was art. bleeehhhhh~ i was actually drowsy due to that medicine. haha. ate too much of cough medicine. okay, it sounds so wrong. haha. till now, im still drowsy. whoa, damn fucking tired fucking tired fucking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TG0k8MLtmEI/AAAAAAAAB7U/QIny7XmsmDw/s1600/DSC02368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TG0k8MLtmEI/AAAAAAAAB7U/QIny7XmsmDw/s400/DSC02368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507098535825086530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i swear im getting fatter. (:&lt;br /&gt;okay, so my dearest loves, Gergerl and Bbyboy Dannie's birthday is coming up. and im still thinking of what i wanna buy for them. i defenitely know what to buy for my dearest girlf, but what about bby? im still thinking. maybe dhis saturday, we're outta TOWN! yes, what i've waiting for. so yes, im soo gonna be excited. but ain't so sure going with who. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't really be updating and also active in fb cause n'levels is in 17 days time. gonna concentrate and guess what? lappy's dead ): haha. so currently using abg ryan's lappy (: half an hour, ONLY. so yes, goodbye readers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-1328126563172956358?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1328126563172956358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/17-days-social-studies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1328126563172956358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1328126563172956358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/17-days-social-studies.html' title='17 days, SOCIAL STUDIES.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TG0k8r0HgKI/AAAAAAAAB7c/wV8t0IEhmFk/s72-c/26072010086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-4031199640093420469</id><published>2010-08-17T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T09:09:15.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you bie, SO DAMN MUCH SK8TER BOI.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGqvPzas5oI/AAAAAAAAB7M/dXdzGSrClK4/s1600/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506406180448953986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGqvPzas5oI/AAAAAAAAB7M/dXdzGSrClK4/s400/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see how i stand, case malas. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so today, went ta school. ended earlier and met bie, accompanied him ta somewhere find a place ta chill. th same ol' place yea? hahas. bie lay down my lap. so cute of him so manjer of him also. dhen we headed ta bedok reservoir ta go celebrate sasa's birthday, it was AWESOME! everythang was fun. i was running away from dhem and bie told me that im like a horse running -.-" swear tak baek tao sayang aku nie. so dhen, my face was full of sasa's cake, and guess what bie did? he took tissue paper and he wipepd off the cake on my face. so sweet of him, and he got irritated everytime i turn to the other side. hehe. so dhen, we all had ta wash our faces, so i and bie was the last one, after he washed his face, i wiped his face. and i was actually smiling at myself when i was wiping his face, he looked so cute! today, he gave me a hug. lotsa times! he even forced me ta swallow that stupid pill when i can't, but i did it. haha. he was so worried about me. dun worry kay darling? im fine, you dun hav too worry things that is not so important, your health, studies is much more important than my health so fuck it kay love? my infection will get away. and i will finish up those antibiotics just for the sake of you, myself and also the others. i love bbyboy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGqvPvojnCI/AAAAAAAAB7E/XTyzA_secc4/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506406179433323554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGqvPvojnCI/AAAAAAAAB7E/XTyzA_secc4/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ignorel leesya's cute litta bicycle there (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you god, cause im okay with my friend, aisyah! ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;glad that we've talk again. haha. and just now was fun, wanna know why? today la actually, not just now only, cause,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITS &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SITI SALEHA'S BINTE SALIM / SASA SOQED HOZI'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SWEET SIXTEEN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ITS HER BIRTHDAY TODAY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SO LET ME WISH HER THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;THIRD BIRTHDAY WISH FOR TODAY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYGKU&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;DAH SIXTEEN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;YOU'RE GETTING OLDER&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JUST LIKE ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;padahal same umur sia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; OKAY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MAY YOUR WISHES COME TRUE LOVEEE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;, everybody, you wanna know what? everytime i meet dannie, im happy! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-4031199640093420469?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4031199640093420469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-you-bie-so-damn-much-sk8ter-boi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4031199640093420469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4031199640093420469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-you-bie-so-damn-much-sk8ter-boi.html' title='i love you bie, SO DAMN MUCH SK8TER BOI.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGqvPzas5oI/AAAAAAAAB7M/dXdzGSrClK4/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-9016539714783140857</id><published>2010-08-15T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:21:27.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY LOVESTORY.'/><title type='text'>2nd chapter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGjLv9flycI/AAAAAAAAB68/VS6WeMXj3Lg/s1600/38748_424109212426_612727426_4682607_2549093_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGjLv9flycI/AAAAAAAAB68/VS6WeMXj3Lg/s400/38748_424109212426_612727426_4682607_2549093_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505874569281784258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;afternoon people,&lt;br /&gt;so currently, im at home, with little sista. so, ain't fasting today, i just can't hang on. still having feva and getting really sick with my fucking stomach. screw it. so yes, today's paper is maths paper 2 and physics. but i didn't attend. too sick and my head was too heavy to get up just now in the morning. gonna see the doctor later at 8plus. meeting ibu there. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGjLvoigQAI/AAAAAAAAB60/jOZz8fsh0To/s1600/Dannie582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGjLvoigQAI/AAAAAAAAB60/jOZz8fsh0To/s400/Dannie582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505874563656859650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hello boy, im waiting for your textes. why aren't you texting me? gosh. if i could only call you.....&lt;br /&gt;nd guess what? im really missing my bbylove. missing him so damn much, its just too sad that i cant meet him today, cause he gotta do his art. i talked ta him otp yest, while ibu went ta geylang with the rest and he asked me ta stay at home, so that i can have a speedy recovery. i really wanted to tag along with them, but then i think, i should just listen to bie, and i did. im loving him more and more each and everyday, really in love, i dunnoe why? ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGjLu7_WieI/AAAAAAAAB6k/XYyoNAu7mXQ/s1600/25062010023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGjLu7_WieI/AAAAAAAAB6k/XYyoNAu7mXQ/s400/25062010023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505874551698262498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, some guest asked me ta post about my second chapter, so let him/her be happy okay? cause im posting it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, we bussed ta his school and there he text me something when im only beside him, it was fucking sweet but then i rejected. cause i think its too early. so dhen, we met again, on friday, went somerset and met him there. so walked around and dhen sat at seven-eleven. we talked about stuffs and dhen took pichas. btw, at that point of time, we were still friends. and therefore, i realised i've fallen in love with him, the way he looks, the way he reacted and also the way he winked at me everytime he looked into ma eyes. after that, followed him ta skatepark and watched him skate. and dhen he send me ta mrt station and we went off seperate ways cause i gotta meet mummy at eunos mrt station. and YES! it was on 11 june, daddy's birthday. (: so otp with him while i was sleeping, cause he was talking ta his cousin the whole one hour while i was otp with him. dhen he called my name and i woke up. its difficult for people ta wake me up while im otp with dhem cause imma deep sleeper. but shockingly, he did. it was 12 midnight, 12 JUNE 2010. i was half awake and he talked and asked me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"bie, so.... you got your answer now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;huh? now? ermmm, i dunnoe. dun you think its too early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yea, but i think we like erm.... mmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;so you want the answer now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you sure ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bie: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yes. im sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;dun regret okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bie: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yes. so whats the answer is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the answer is............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; hmphh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; haha! why liddat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;im scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;im scared that your answer will be......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; faster laaa, you say you wanna know the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;okayokay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the answer is.................................... NO. i dun think we're meant to be together. sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (kept qiuiet and hydal at the back), WHAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;haha! no laaa. i accept. im your girlfriend now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YESSS! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight away he changed his status at facebook. so cute of him. (:&lt;br /&gt;so from there, we continue the sweet relationship of ours, even though its just 2 months. im sure we can last much much longer. other guys cn pull me off the track but will never make me fall in love with them, cause i know there's one person who can only pull my heart and make me fall for him for his own flaws and thats him, Danel Husin. still going on, till now and forever. i love you bbyboy. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGjLverlBoI/AAAAAAAAB6s/DvLFhmiQww4/s1600/29062010026.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-9016539714783140857?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/9016539714783140857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/2nd-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/9016539714783140857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/9016539714783140857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/2nd-chapter.html' title='2nd chapter.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGjLv9flycI/AAAAAAAAB68/VS6WeMXj3Lg/s72-c/38748_424109212426_612727426_4682607_2549093_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-5199380466895124424</id><published>2010-08-15T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T05:11:02.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGfY870lrTI/AAAAAAAAB6c/1knV1JS8Hdc/s1600/P8093150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGfY870lrTI/AAAAAAAAB6c/1knV1JS8Hdc/s400/P8093150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505607610845736242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bbyboy, i wanna tell you somethang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; IM MISSING YOU SO MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;really ): really ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ain't feeling well, not going ta school tmrw. FEVA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-5199380466895124424?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5199380466895124424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/bbyboy-i-wanna-tell-you-somethang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5199380466895124424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5199380466895124424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/bbyboy-i-wanna-tell-you-somethang.html' title=''/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGfY870lrTI/AAAAAAAAB6c/1knV1JS8Hdc/s72-c/P8093150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-3360775852946443306</id><published>2010-08-15T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T01:41:09.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i got it (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGeoEvYHOMI/AAAAAAAAB6U/AfWlFawohzY/s1600/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505553868874266818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGeoEvYHOMI/AAAAAAAAB6U/AfWlFawohzY/s400/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, "thats her"....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-3360775852946443306?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3360775852946443306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-i-got-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3360775852946443306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3360775852946443306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-i-got-it.html' title='i think i got it (:'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGeoEvYHOMI/AAAAAAAAB6U/AfWlFawohzY/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-670454634815183262</id><published>2010-08-15T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T01:35:55.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGelGihzwJI/AAAAAAAAB6E/1zTCgQW-cxM/s1600/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505550601250128018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGelGihzwJI/AAAAAAAAB6E/1zTCgQW-cxM/s400/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th grade&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;11th grade&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Senior year&lt;br /&gt;The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Day&lt;br /&gt;A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;A Few Years Later&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Funeral&lt;br /&gt;Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-670454634815183262?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/670454634815183262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/10th-grade-as-i-sat-there-in-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/670454634815183262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/670454634815183262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/10th-grade-as-i-sat-there-in-english.html' title='whoa'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGelGihzwJI/AAAAAAAAB6E/1zTCgQW-cxM/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-4101149776731045135</id><published>2010-08-14T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T20:10:10.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>met bbyboy &gt; Youthout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGdX3tlGInI/AAAAAAAAB58/mMoD1XL2W7w/s1600/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505465684123329138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGdX3tlGInI/AAAAAAAAB58/mMoD1XL2W7w/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so yes, yesterday, met bie. plan ta study but dhen i did somethang else. bie is damn effing manjer la. really. haha. so dhen, went beck ta crib at 5 plus? yeap. sorry bie, lucky you reached almost right on time for buke. he keep saying he cnnt tahan. so i told him ta stay abit longer. if not, i'm not gonna love him and he did! swear cuteness. ^^ and im missing you sooo muchhhh bbyboy. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO MUCH SIA! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGdX3XU4AmI/AAAAAAAAB50/Tjy43eNLwzo/s1600/40838_146965578655296_100000255639674_361979_1484250_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505465678149714530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGdX3XU4AmI/AAAAAAAAB50/Tjy43eNLwzo/s400/40838_146965578655296_100000255639674_361979_1484250_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; basically, right after buke, showered and got ready. gergerl called and i told her ta wait a little bit longer as im still getting ready. really like mak bondee sia. ishk, so dhen, met her and nyssa at 656. and headed ta petal. dhen waited for ina at some block. so dhen, four of us went straight in. watch those dancers moving there ass up. damn cool. Yani was superb. she really did at great job. so dhen, enjoyed and met lotsa friends there. its was actually fun! and thankyou alip. for doing what you've done. ^^ so dhen, headed back and alip send me home. he helped me while i was at th Youthout, i was disturbed. fuck that matrep taq menjadi. mati siang bodo kao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGdX3M_RhuI/AAAAAAAAB5s/IHobyUYP9Ac/s1600/41080_1445704656816_1059122186_31108311_2145526_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505465675374757602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGdX3M_RhuI/AAAAAAAAB5s/IHobyUYP9Ac/s400/41080_1445704656816_1059122186_31108311_2145526_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-4101149776731045135?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4101149776731045135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-yes-yesterday-met-bie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4101149776731045135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4101149776731045135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-yes-yesterday-met-bie.html' title='met bbyboy &gt; Youthout.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGdX3tlGInI/AAAAAAAAB58/mMoD1XL2W7w/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-7102313019316587440</id><published>2010-08-13T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T19:42:49.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just keep back up when it knock you down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGYCl-8ZpMI/AAAAAAAAB5k/i6eQm_auV7M/s1600/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505090446081762498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGYCl-8ZpMI/AAAAAAAAB5k/i6eQm_auV7M/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so currently, im waiting for bie to text me, so that i'm confirmed that he's awake or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yesterday, while i was otp- with bie, i was talking ta mummy. talked about lotsa STUFFS. its between, me, bie and mummy. i asked mummy is it okay if i buy bie's birthday gift from online. then it'll be betta. but she say in order to buy something from online, and from other country, you have to ensure that somebody from that country will pick up th package for you so you wouldn't pay more. apparently, that is gonna be difficult. but nehmind i'll try finding something more special. so yes, i talked to mummy about bie's parents and also about certain people. MUMMY SOMEHOW APPROVING THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN ME AND DANEL HUSIN. WHOAAAAAA! yes. i was damn happy. haha. so when we go on a holiday, ibu can ask me if i cn bring dannie along. haha. kay lame. so yea, maybe 40% bie is cumming ova here, and teach me more since we both needa study for more. hey boy, you must be proud of me cause i've forgotten some. i keep forgetting the formulas. damn it shit. so yesterday talked ta bie till late night, not really sure with the timing cause i was halfed-dead while i was he was talking to me. sorry. but i did kissed him goodbye thru the phone. so yea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;how easy it would be to show you how i feel, just more than words,&lt;br /&gt;its all i have to do to make it real than i wouldn't have to say that&lt;br /&gt;i love you cause im sure you've already know. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-7102313019316587440?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7102313019316587440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-keep-back-up-when-it-knock-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/7102313019316587440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/7102313019316587440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-keep-back-up-when-it-knock-you.html' title='just keep back up when it knock you down.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGYCl-8ZpMI/AAAAAAAAB5k/i6eQm_auV7M/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-6543700160804791010</id><published>2010-08-13T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:36:17.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired of "blaming myself thing"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGVjiMuLUWI/AAAAAAAAB5U/zqpr4dL6aNc/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504915558711906658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGVjiMuLUWI/AAAAAAAAB5U/zqpr4dL6aNc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, let me update another time aye? so basically, today's prelims was social studies and maths paper 1. social studies was fine but for maths. haha! you should actually know. school was just..... ermm, fine? yeap. fine. aftaschool, bie proceeded straight to tenage and i met him at th opp. bustop. so dhen, while i was walkin up the overhead bridge, i accidentally hit this guy with yog jersey. so i apologised and he turned andsmile at me, while i was waiting at the bustop, he came too me, so he asked me this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yog guy: hey, do your school do cip?&lt;br /&gt;me: yea, why?&lt;br /&gt;yog guy: do you wanna get involve with cip, maybe you cn leave me your number and i will text you later. its for standard chartered run. you can bring your friends too.&lt;br /&gt;me:friends? ouh, okay dhen.&lt;br /&gt;yog guy; your number?&lt;br /&gt;me: --------&lt;br /&gt;yog guy: so yea, when i text you you just reply okay, i also wanna know you more.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh?! ouh, k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he took 59 and dhen bie camed, so i told bie whut happened and such in a coincidence, that yog texted me,&lt;br /&gt;"expo is 25 to 28 nov  and 3 to 4 dec.shift 1 startsat 7am to 3.30ppm, shift 2 starts at 1.30pm to 10.00 pm. main day 5th dec. what's your email? i'll send your details. bring your friends! i want to know you better ok with you? or you got boyfriend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bie snatched my phone and he read, so i told him to reply to this yog guy. so he replied this,&lt;br /&gt;" this is her boyfriend, i don't think she can make it" HAHA! i love you bie, cute right? haa. i find it cute actually.so bie teached me maths and apparently, i understood. haha! thankyou so much bie. and anyways, today was actually a great day ya'noe? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klaaa, gotta go. im still waiting for bie actually. tired but its okay, I LOVE HIM, this is th reason why i dun mind waiting. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;i dun actually giv a shit on whut you think, if you think that you've okay on what you've done, then go on ahead, what do you wan me to do? beg you on my knees? i wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-6543700160804791010?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6543700160804791010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/tired-of-blaming-myself-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6543700160804791010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6543700160804791010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/tired-of-blaming-myself-thing.html' title='tired of &quot;blaming myself thing&quot;'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGVjiMuLUWI/AAAAAAAAB5U/zqpr4dL6aNc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-4604449090231317882</id><published>2010-08-13T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T05:21:10.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANNIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGU309Mk-sI/AAAAAAAAB5M/hG16r42wlvQ/s1600/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504867502450342594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGU309Mk-sI/AAAAAAAAB5M/hG16r42wlvQ/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; so today, I MET BIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. so yea, studied maths for 3 hours today, thanks to bie. it was fun meeting him. talked ta him lotsa stuffs. haha. even my deep secrets. huahua! so yea. im still finding ...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay dah, bye (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-4604449090231317882?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4604449090231317882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/dannie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4604449090231317882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4604449090231317882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/dannie.html' title='DANNIE!'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGU309Mk-sI/AAAAAAAAB5M/hG16r42wlvQ/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-8595072951093479280</id><published>2010-08-09T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:48:54.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN RED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGD2Q1Z_C0I/AAAAAAAAB48/sXxN0YTbXsU/s1600/38748_424109217426_612727426_4682608_1546066_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGD2Q1Z_C0I/AAAAAAAAB48/sXxN0YTbXsU/s400/38748_424109217426_612727426_4682608_1546066_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503669513721154370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yesterday, had lotsa fun! haha. even though we're both pissed off with each other kn bie? hahaha. (: was late, met bie and adeq at near his school there. haha. i think i know how to go ta his school already ^.^ so dhen, headed ta botanical garden, wahhhhh~ tir...... kayyy laaa. i dun wanna complain. later boss marah. so then, we accompanied bie ta take pichas and off we head ta town, far east was our first stop, ate and dhen met mateen at shaw, dhen slacked at mccafe and off ta far east back, so dhen went up and down, dhen up again and accompanied mateen cause he's hungry. so dhen, afta that, we met hydal, dhen headed no where. dhen reached marina and the fireworks started but we can't really see it actually. so dhen, back ta town and sat at mc cafe and took pichas, and dhen, bie went off with hydal and hafiz and i went off with mateen and alifah and also dearest rarasan. so dhen, we're actually tired but dhen while we were walking, we started ta dance; me and mateen, so dhen, started making video while waiting for the bus. FUN SIOLLLXZZZZ. haha. dhen was too tired, so i sat in th bus -.- blehh. dhen back to crib and 3 minutes time, ibu camed back. PHEWWWWW~ haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-8595072951093479280?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8595072951093479280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/8595072951093479280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/8595072951093479280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-red.html' title='IN RED.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TGD2Q1Z_C0I/AAAAAAAAB48/sXxN0YTbXsU/s72-c/38748_424109217426_612727426_4682608_1546066_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-6751009703613288490</id><published>2010-08-07T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:23:01.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my third post. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TF4ZvgKnAmI/AAAAAAAAB4U/pJO9zYHO8II/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502864098572304994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TF4ZvgKnAmI/AAAAAAAAB4U/pJO9zYHO8II/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; swe.ar muke pucat gile&lt;br /&gt;Start at the very beginning, what’s your name ? ,siti azura binte muhd yusoff.&lt;br /&gt;Does the person you hate, hate you back? ,nehh, i dun really care.&lt;br /&gt;What did you do last night? ,alot. (:&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody ever given you butterflies? ,yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Are you your mum’s favorite child ? ,NO.&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with the way things are going? ,ermm, okay la.&lt;br /&gt;Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night ? ,nope. i was snoring. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Sleep on your back or stomach ? ,stomach.&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing before this survey ? ,wishing yu ning happy birthday on fb? (:&lt;br /&gt;Do you tend to rip the paper off water bottles? ,no time.&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take for you to fall asleep at night ? ,15 mins?&lt;br /&gt;It’s Saturday night, where are you usually? ,either with bie at town, or otw beck ta crib.&lt;br /&gt;Your to do list consists of? ,errm, clean the house, play lappy, eat, watch tv, and wait for bie taa text me.&lt;br /&gt;What movie is in your DVD player ? ,ermm, high school musical3? haha.&lt;br /&gt;If you could move away , no questions asked , where would you move? ,canada.&lt;br /&gt;What’s the greatest thing that happened to you today ? ,diarrhoea&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you weren’t good enough? ,YES.&lt;br /&gt;What’s going on tomorrow night?, fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know a lot of people with the same phone as you?, nope. only one, elias.&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair curly or straight right now? ,curly ):&lt;br /&gt;What do you really think of Starbucks Coffee? ,MUDPIEEEE IS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone love you? ,yes. alot! (:&lt;br /&gt;Want to be taller or shorter? shorter.&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to? ,sean paul ft eve- give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you really laughed? ,friday.&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to music everyday? , i can't live with music.&lt;br /&gt;Last song you heard?, i love the way you lie.&lt;br /&gt;Is the last person that you had a conversation with a male or a female? ,female.&lt;br /&gt;What’s the last thing you said out loud? ,aku sakit perotttt.&lt;br /&gt;How was your day? ,bad. ):&lt;br /&gt;Describe how you feel right now in three words: ,pain, bored, confused.&lt;br /&gt;If someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? , ouh this gonna be long, lappy, iphonne, vans shoes, reef slippers, shopping, $5000 check and i will be happy enough (:&lt;br /&gt;Has a girl sat on your bed before? ,yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Plans for Saturday? ,meeting bie at town?&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person besides yourself to touch something on your face? , mummy and papi, they kissed me goodbye just now.&lt;br /&gt;What was your dream about last night? ,darren got beaten up by people? haha.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now? yeap. im looking at my love's pichas.&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at 9 AM this morning? ,mummy's room, playing lappy.&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason? ,absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving? ,depends.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think people talk about you? ,for sure.&lt;br /&gt;What do you carry with you at all time? ,phone?&lt;br /&gt;This time last year, were you single? ,NO.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been searched by the cops? ,yeap. (:&lt;br /&gt;Do you always wear your seat belt? ,when i take papi's car, cause it gets noisy when im not using safety belt -.-"&lt;br /&gt;there someone you wouldn’t mind kissing right now? ,yeap (:&lt;br /&gt;Ever sang a whole song without missing any lyrics? ,for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Has someone close to you ever told you they were going to commit suicide because of you? HAHA! GOT.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you’ve changed over the past year? ,YEAP. maybe for th etta and maybe for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Do you care if people talk badly about you? ,they are just jealous, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?,yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at 10:17 PM last night and what were you doing? watching tv, eating, read notes?&lt;br /&gt;Other than this, what are you doing? ,listening ta songs?&lt;br /&gt;Were you happy when you woke up today? ,nope. stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last get into a big argument with? ,friends.♥&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate? ,fries?&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to in the next three months? work, get money, shoppin.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person? morning.&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone sang to you?: yes (:&lt;br /&gt;How often do you lose your voice? quite.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, has anyone seen you in your under wear in the past 3 months? ,yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Be honest , do you like someone at the moment? ,past 3moths? yea. darren.&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody hate you?, YEAP.&lt;br /&gt;Is there something you’re looking forward to next month? ,yes, n levels.&lt;br /&gt;Does it bother you when people get drunk? ,yes. menyusahkan org jek.&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad at someone right now? ,YEAP!&lt;br /&gt;How often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking? ,depends.&lt;br /&gt;Will tomorrow be a good day? ,hopefully? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-6751009703613288490?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6751009703613288490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-fourth-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6751009703613288490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6751009703613288490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-fourth-post.html' title='my third post. (:'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TF4ZvgKnAmI/AAAAAAAAB4U/pJO9zYHO8II/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-3668085180494099933</id><published>2010-08-07T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:35:25.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cause i love yaaa. (:'/><title type='text'>sweet sixteen pretty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TF4WcFwBIxI/AAAAAAAAB4M/BizBlv7_G7M/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502860466529051410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TF4WcFwBIxI/AAAAAAAAB4M/BizBlv7_G7M/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;see this girl? its my sweet little drug,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; YUNING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;its her birthday today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i can't make it for the birthday celebration.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;really sorry dearest, parents are being so strict. but you're gonna get somethang from me on tuesday aye?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy birthday to you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;happy birthday to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy birthday to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHANTELLLLLLLLLLLLLL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happy birthday too you. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-3668085180494099933?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3668085180494099933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/see-this-girl-its-my-sweet-little-drug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3668085180494099933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/3668085180494099933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/see-this-girl-its-my-sweet-little-drug.html' title='sweet sixteen pretty.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TF4WcFwBIxI/AAAAAAAAB4M/BizBlv7_G7M/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-5977271139186809291</id><published>2010-08-07T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T18:42:46.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the making of 12/06/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TF3-uWjtfyI/AAAAAAAAB4E/feM05V2RtLw/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502834391999414050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TF3-uWjtfyI/AAAAAAAAB4E/feM05V2RtLw/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so yes, its &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sygku&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Danel husin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my hands are itchy and i wanna post about him first this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, ermm, this is th second time im posting about him, the first time was on 3 june and thats different, cause we were just friends at that point of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yes, where should i start? (: ermm, actually, im posting about him cause somehow, i recalled back where we first met. yada yada. i like this part so im gonna share with ya'll dhis part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was on Tuesday, so i planned ta meet him at Khateb. so i went out around the school timing since i dun wan ibu to know where im going. so i took 854 to khateb. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i really app. bie&lt;/span&gt; wanna know why? cause the ride was SUPAAAAAAAAAAAAA long. ;/ so dhen, reached there around 8.30a.m? yea. waited for him at the bustop, and he reached, with his fringe straighten. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damn bloody cute sia. cairr guaaa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; find a place ta sit and we talked. and he played the song bedrock, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the reason why i've been listening to th song from that day till now ^^&lt;/span&gt; so dhen, we talked about stuffs and laughed here and there. dhen &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we looked at each other&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he loves looking into my eyes. dhen he start ta smilee. everytime he looks at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;im always shy.&lt;/span&gt; hehe. at that point of time, the place where we're sitting got cine mampos. so they we're playing this sad sentimental song. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dhen bie was like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'sediyh nye lagu nie'&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i asked him,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'huh? ape you merepek? you know where the song come from or not? from the cine mampos tao.'&lt;/span&gt; i laughed out loud.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; dhen he was like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'eh? i thought from some house. haha'&lt;/span&gt; i find it funny actually. cause its cute of him to actually say that. hehe. we continue talking and he realize i was shivering, dhen &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he asked me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'you sejuk eh?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i laughed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; 'yeaa.' &lt;/span&gt;so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he camed nearer to me and hug me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sayin,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'i hug you so you wont feel cold okay?'&lt;/span&gt; it was&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; damn fking sweet. its so sweet of him to do that. &lt;/span&gt;so afta that, we went ta his house but i waited outside. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dhen bie gave me his jacket cause it was damn bloody cold&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so nice of him.&lt;/span&gt; ^^so we went ta macd. bie and adeq ate. and adeq was like, 'you really looked like a small kid' pfft. -.-"  so dhen, in the bus&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.......................... &lt;/span&gt;okay, thats gonna be the next chapter aye? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TF36Axw6c1I/AAAAAAAAB38/CdhR-D71Dwc/s1600/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502829210982052690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TF36Axw6c1I/AAAAAAAAB38/CdhR-D71Dwc/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so yesterday, stucked at home. today? SUDAH TERANG STUCK AT HOME AGAIN. i can't go ta yuning's birthday )); im sorry dear. parents are suckish. so currently, its 8.30am early right? cause i slept early for my love. didn't wanna stay up all night. right now, im havin why food poisoning. fucker quaker oat. -.-" my stomach hurts damn much ): maybe this was the reason i can't get back ta sleep. mummy is off ta Melaka with papi, dhia and leesya. she gave me $6 only. how ammi supposed ta live? ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i planned to watch fireworks with my loved ones, but i ain't sure if they can make it. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thought of asking sasa and sora out with gergerl. hmm, but ain't sure. but i've informed daddy tht im going out on monday ta watch fireworks with my love ones. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-5977271139186809291?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5977271139186809291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/making-of-120610.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5977271139186809291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5977271139186809291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/making-of-120610.html' title='the making of 12/06/10'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TF3-uWjtfyI/AAAAAAAAB4E/feM05V2RtLw/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-8436538038978923742</id><published>2010-08-07T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T02:54:23.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss you soo damn much.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danel husin'/><title type='text'>i wanna rock your world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TF0VfEeeEvI/AAAAAAAAB3s/DUC7VScpkxU/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502577943238284018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TF0VfEeeEvI/AAAAAAAAB3s/DUC7VScpkxU/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, rotting at home and not going anywhere. im studying. social studies first since i've got no help for maths at the moment. bie is at school, and i miss him so much. im kinda bored at home but i hav ta. yu ning's birthday is tommorow and she invited me for her birthday party. but i dunnoe if im going or not. hopefully yes. but whut should i buy for her? thats a problem ;/ haha. but its okay. gonna find out soon aye? (: so yea. gotta get back to study my ss aye? BUT WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;i went ta view syakirah's blogy and she posted about me. soooo sweet. im missing ya love. missing ya that much ): dhen i saw her bloggy. its kinda interesting ya'noe? haha. so i grabbed it from her. hope you're fine with it dear. (: so leeeeetssss start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You’re not allowed to lie,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;whut do i get for lying? -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did anyone hurt you in the past couple days?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who was the last girl that called you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ermm, gergerl? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Does she mean anything to you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;yes. shes my gf. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have you had sex today?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you still care about your last ex?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;erm, not really?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look in your call log, who was your last phone call from?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bbylove, it was on 13th july. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you could go back in time and change things, would you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Does anything on your body hurt right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes. im having headache since monday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wanted ta ask ibu ta go and check but im afraid that i will hav 'darah beku'. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you believe love can last forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;coorporation, trust, loyalty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Has anyone had there hand in your pants today?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yarh, siti azura. no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What should you be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;studying. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What’s bothering you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;matters around me that i've not resolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you own more then one bathing suit?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yes. but i hate all of them. i wanted a bikini from phuket ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you have siblings?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;yeap. another 3 sisters, all cheebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last person you talked to in person?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dhia? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you think someone’s thinking about you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;maybe? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What made you the happiest today?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothang. im stuck at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you happy with how life is going for you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i bet everbody is not happy with their life cause in life, there must be problems. if theres no problems, thats not life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is there anyone in particular that you’re missing right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the last 6 months can you say you truly cared about someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Are you happier now than you were five months ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeap. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Name of your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Purple &amp;amp; pink. but its purple the most. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When’s the last time you were outside in the rain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you have feelings for someone?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is your hair looking like right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;still wet (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have you ever been to a Britney Spears concert?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nehhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Did you sleep alone last night?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no, with dhia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is tomorrow gonna be a good day?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hopefully aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you dating the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OBVIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;smiley ): come back soon aye? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is there someone on your mind that shouldn’t be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes actually.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What’s on your bed right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;pillow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Are you looking forward to something as of right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, meeting bie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Say you were given an alcohol test right now, would you pass?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;obvious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have you ever kissed the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;yeap. lotsa times (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today did you see ‘that someone’ that makes you happy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who do you hug everyday?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;leesya? haha. yea. if i were to meet bie everyday, his name will be here (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you like tight or loose clothes better?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;both. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What matters is the fashion sense you have?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;ermm, idk. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What clothing style do you like on the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as long as he looks hot to me im fine with it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you on a laptop? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;yes(;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you text more girls, or guys?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;prepaid low. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who is your best guy friend?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ermm, idk. they are all nice (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who is your last text from?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mateen firdaus. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Favourite clothing store?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mostly edc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What colour is your hair?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;brown and abit of highlighted light brown?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why aren’t you dating the person you like?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you mean now? yes. im dating with him. but if it about a few months ago, i think its because we're not meant ta be with each other? maybe its fate ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you could visit anywhere, where would you go and why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;china. Qing dao. cause i miss pee-ing with no doors. i miss playing with the snow and i miss getting stomach flu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you have a formspring?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;got. but not in use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What would you say is your best feature?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;eyes? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Favorite movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How much £££ do you have? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;$40. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Are you a vegetarian? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i ain't a veggie head (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Favourite place to be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you get good grades?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;FOR SURE, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Playing the field, or serious relationship?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;serious relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you like flirting?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;its not flirting la, its being affable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you hear right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BED ROCK. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you like Paramore?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;YES! hayley william is effing cool (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Are you manipulative?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sexiest thing on the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Meanest thing someone’s ever done to you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alot ya'noe? which one you want?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Would you rather have one best friend or surrounded by acquaintances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ermmm................. both cn? haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What kind of phone do you have?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sony ericsson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What kind of phone do you want?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Iphone 4 but i just got a betta phone yest. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When’s your birthday?&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;01 August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you gay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;your mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some random person comes up and tells you you’re sexy, you say?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;fuck off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Favorite candy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jellybeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hot face or hot body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hot face (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ever been hit on by someone older?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What state were you born in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Singapore -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Long or short hair?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;LONG. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-8436538038978923742?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8436538038978923742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wanna-rock-your-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/8436538038978923742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/8436538038978923742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wanna-rock-your-world.html' title='i wanna rock your world.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TF0VfEeeEvI/AAAAAAAAB3s/DUC7VScpkxU/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-4221694451706356154</id><published>2010-08-06T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T18:44:53.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFy5oXpN-MI/AAAAAAAAB3k/YKQ4KLQpOgY/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502476947932707010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFy5oXpN-MI/AAAAAAAAB3k/YKQ4KLQpOgY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; supaaaaagangsta!somathegangsta,sothefkinglamesiachibye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so got up eearly even if i slept at 12 plus. i had superb fun yesterday cause i met love, and gave me this thang. i dunnoe whut ta post about. hmm, let me see. okay! i dunnoe. haha. byee la bye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-4221694451706356154?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4221694451706356154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/supaaaaagangstasomathegangstasothefking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4221694451706356154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4221694451706356154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/supaaaaagangstasomathegangstasothefking.html' title=''/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFy5oXpN-MI/AAAAAAAAB3k/YKQ4KLQpOgY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-2423365698199964049</id><published>2010-08-05T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:04:09.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>majulah siti azura.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFuzT15_jaI/AAAAAAAAB3c/WrRxM4l2hOE/s1600/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502188523232398754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFuzT15_jaI/AAAAAAAAB3c/WrRxM4l2hOE/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so today, i woke up at 7am ;/ lucky papi send me ta school and talked ta him about today's trip ta melaka. but im not going, for sure. cause exams is coming up. somebody, please control me and ensure that i ain't gonna be lazy. so yes, school was fun, i was really in red. red nails, red shirt, red shoes. buuuyahhhh! haha. so dhen, had this friendly match of handball for the sec 4 and sec 5s. everythang was fine but somethang just doesn't seemed ta be okay, sumbody hitted KEN! how dare you ass. im wonderin ya'noe? you've been playing rough on other class, including Ramadhan too but dhen when dhey play rough on you, you cried. don't you find yourself stupid? they were just returning the favour ya'noe? and never smile that way when you think you're gonna win about this fight cause trust me, NOT TRUE SISTA. NOT TRUE. and ask your classmate, who is he to hit Ken? you all are from sec 5 and we're from sec 4. but why does it seems like we're th matured one? we the whole class is mad at you girl. v mad at ya. not happy with me posting about you, come, tell me. hit me, i've got the whole class behind me. and if you think that you're right, I DOUBT SO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so dhen, went off ta 341 and sat there with th others, talked and stuffs and went off with the rest. dhen to 114 and beck ta crib. right now, posting. cause afta dhis, im going ta bed. love is finishing at 6. -___-" and i ain't sure if i could meet him or not. god damn it shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-2423365698199964049?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2423365698199964049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/majulah-siti-azura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2423365698199964049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2423365698199964049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/majulah-siti-azura.html' title='majulah siti azura.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFuzT15_jaI/AAAAAAAAB3c/WrRxM4l2hOE/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-6131550920693283476</id><published>2010-08-05T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T05:40:55.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFqw_AWxBEI/AAAAAAAAB3U/cMZBzZocAo8/s1600/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501904491260216386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFqw_AWxBEI/AAAAAAAAB3U/cMZBzZocAo8/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so basically, FUCK MY LIFE. k bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-6131550920693283476?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6131550920693283476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-basically-fuck-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6131550920693283476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/6131550920693283476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-basically-fuck-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFqw_AWxBEI/AAAAAAAAB3U/cMZBzZocAo8/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-2415111958484462325</id><published>2010-08-04T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T05:18:25.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goalkeeper otp while playing handball.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFlZi9up-xI/AAAAAAAAB3M/g6-ed98x2uY/s1600/DSC02149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFlZi9up-xI/AAAAAAAAB3M/g6-ed98x2uY/s400/DSC02149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501526877030447890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute huh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, sch was basically as per normal ya'noe? i was paying attention and had headache halfway. like shessssshhh. till now, dhen during ce, talked ta ken and darren and shahrul and hermun. and we gossiped. haha! their mouth cn be as spicy as mine. haha (: so dhen, stayed back and played handball. teamed up with classmates but diff group frm sasa. i was actually laughing my ass out ya'noe? HAHA! its kinda stupid actually. funny goal keeper. haha. this coming friday, the school will be celebrating national day and we hav ta use red shirt and pe shorts. but, i only have red sleeveless. how sia? 0.o wadeva, i'll find my way. so dhen, headed ta reservoir and fetched leesya and headed back home. cleaned the house and dhen right now, playing lappy. i gotta study. kay bye (: i love danel husin so much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-2415111958484462325?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2415111958484462325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/goalkeeper-otp-while-playing-handball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2415111958484462325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2415111958484462325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/goalkeeper-otp-while-playing-handball.html' title='goalkeeper otp while playing handball.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFlZi9up-xI/AAAAAAAAB3M/g6-ed98x2uY/s72-c/DSC02149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-5689691436967336403</id><published>2010-08-03T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T02:03:54.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>talk ta my hand you motherfucker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFfZ2CmMLQI/AAAAAAAAB20/g3f8MSHgj3M/s1600/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501104992289565954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFfZ2CmMLQI/AAAAAAAAB20/g3f8MSHgj3M/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday, school was just as per normal. went home early cause i needa study. so while i was studying. i got tired so i slept. from 4 to 9pm. whoaaa. that was so nice. like seriously. so dhen, called bie got fucked up with me when he realised that i've not been calling him back by sneding me 5 texts. (: so dhen, showered and i can't sleep. slept and 12.15 and woke up around 3.37 am and dhen woke up again at 5.30 dhen slept back. dhen dhia woke me up and today, school was just as per normal. axcept that we took pichas. thats all. (: all thanks ta mr wong (: recess, intend not ta eat cause i wasn;t really in th mood and i miss my dannie sooo much. but dhen syah forced me too so for her, i ate 4 drumsticks (: haha. cute ryte? i know, so after school. straight ta th canteen, syah treated drinks and lor mai kai and beck ta crib. right now currently posting and facebook-ing. maybe i get ta meet bie. hopefully. i don't know whuts wrong with me. im just missing him so damn much. okay, gotta fetch leesya. byeeee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-5689691436967336403?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5689691436967336403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/talk-ta-my-hand-you-motherfucker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5689691436967336403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5689691436967336403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/08/talk-ta-my-hand-you-motherfucker.html' title='talk ta my hand you motherfucker.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFfZ2CmMLQI/AAAAAAAAB20/g3f8MSHgj3M/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-4632664494192467107</id><published>2010-07-31T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:46:22.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i saw ilyka and i love her.'/><title type='text'>maafkan aku, aku hanya wanita biasa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFRbnYYTZkI/AAAAAAAAB2s/deaIJV6xTiw/s1600/31072010096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFRbnYYTZkI/AAAAAAAAB2s/deaIJV6xTiw/s400/31072010096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500121777043629634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello earthlings, so today, woke up in tha morning. got ready while waiting for bie reach here. so he fetched me and we headed ta ubi. meet th rest there and afta  tt, took 65 and dropped at somer. went ta walk at wisma and to shaw, dhen went ta mac and ate. so dhen, th rest went off and left with th both of us. so we talked and stuffs. and shydah came, i told her that i needed ta go ta th toilet and bie went ta talk with his friend. so dhen, my leg got blister and it hurts like hell. so syah called, and she was somehow rushing and was pissed off, cause im answering th wrong ans. so dhen, i told her where to go and she found dannie. so i went ta sit somewhere to settle with my leg and shydah waited for me. so dhen, we headed ta that place back and dhere they were singing a birthday song and sya and sasa was holding th cake and th balloon. cause previously, i told sa, to get me a balloon to sch on monday so i can show off to  th whole school. haha! so sweet of all of them. thankyou so muuchhh including wan and also jaz. app it lots. i was about to cry, but bie was there. so i tahan. so dhen, we headed ta far east plaza and sat down. and th 2 couples had ta go off so it left with me and love and shydah. so we walked around far east and went ta find dhia's birthday present. dhen we headed ta skatepark, cause shydah......... haha. we know, you know th public dunnoe. so dhen, we headed ta scape park and sat there. and i opened th gift that bie gave me. it was a perfume and ralph lauren necklace. it was sooooooo nice. soooo beautiful. it was th sweetest thang ever. gosh. so dhen, headed ta tamp and dhen send bie ta hys sedare's house. dhen met hys cousins, hydal and hafiz was also there. and hydal wished me happy birthday. thanks hydal even though it was early. (: dhen im at home. and otp with bie, he was about to sleep and he was talking shit, cause he wanna wait for 12 am and he wants to be th first one ta wish me, dhen fir, dhen nadia, dhen alip, dhen syah, dhen sasa, dhen gergerl, dhen shydah, dhen tiqaah and let see whos gonna text me at noon later. (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i just feel like crying. just feel like breaking down. happy? sad? excited? glad? i dunnoe. cause everythang is mixed. i dun wanna cry went it cums ta tmrw celebration. im gonna be a shy thang ta cry infront of my family members. thankyouuu friends. you made my day on saturday. i was soo touched. and guest whut? im crying right? now? its been a long time since i've felt this way. cause you all made my birthday a special birthday this year. i was so sad and dhre you all, trying ta pull me up on wadeva situation. i dunnoe in which way i wanna thank all of you. even those who wished me too. my dearly friends whu waished me thru text msg of even fb. thankyouu everyone. thankyouu for th post &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gergerl&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rarasan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gergerl&lt;/span&gt;, that was totally sweet of you. im sorry if im not by ur side dhis few weeks. im really sorry and im sure you've got lotsa thangs ta share with me aite love? you know i love you right gerl? thankyouuu so much syg. meet ya later afternoon (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rarasan,&lt;/span&gt; oh yesss darling. you are. im here to be to listening ear okay darling? if you hav any problem to share, im here for you. dun worry. thankyouu for th wish darling and thankyou for posting at your blog darling. thankyouu so much cause i really app it th both of you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-4632664494192467107?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4632664494192467107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/07/maafkan-aku-aku-hanya-wanita-biasa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4632664494192467107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4632664494192467107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/07/maafkan-aku-aku-hanya-wanita-biasa.html' title='maafkan aku, aku hanya wanita biasa.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFRbnYYTZkI/AAAAAAAAB2s/deaIJV6xTiw/s72-c/31072010096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-4779728934073586686</id><published>2010-07-30T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T05:40:22.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUSE IM FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFLHXoOAMQI/AAAAAAAAB2U/i1z6UyAJoV4/s1600/Image3695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFLHXoOAMQI/AAAAAAAAB2U/i1z6UyAJoV4/s400/Image3695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499677303719866626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how tired i am to do thing motha fucking thang for like 8 hours? ishk. tiring man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thang first. sorry for not updating, was busy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;so basically, did my art the whole day. i guess whut? i think im not in th mood to post. k bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-4779728934073586686?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4779728934073586686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/07/cause-im-fucking-sick-and-tired-of-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4779728934073586686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/4779728934073586686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/07/cause-im-fucking-sick-and-tired-of-this.html' title='CAUSE IM FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFLHXoOAMQI/AAAAAAAAB2U/i1z6UyAJoV4/s72-c/Image3695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-8926382169839488744</id><published>2010-07-28T04:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T04:44:29.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you to think whut will i feel if you posted that on your fb. whu am i? stranger? wtf sia wtf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFAXSAu5OaI/AAAAAAAAB2E/eur-r_F3Cno/s1600/38845_411110723546_636943546_4763448_4227946_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 346px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFAXSAu5OaI/AAAAAAAAB2E/eur-r_F3Cno/s400/38845_411110723546_636943546_4763448_4227946_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498920743221148066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so currently. im tired. had mt n level oral at first toa payoh sec. its was... HORRIBLE UH SIA. kiwek. currently tired. im v tired. damn, so yea. school was just like, per normal? yea. i needa continue ma art tmrw. and im currently exhausted. very. im missing bbylove and my birthday is cumming in 4 days, not looking forward. katilku memangil. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-8926382169839488744?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8926382169839488744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-to-think-whut-will-i-feel-if-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/8926382169839488744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/8926382169839488744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-to-think-whut-will-i-feel-if-you.html' title='if you to think whut will i feel if you posted that on your fb. whu am i? stranger? wtf sia wtf!'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TFAXSAu5OaI/AAAAAAAAB2E/eur-r_F3Cno/s72-c/38845_411110723546_636943546_4763448_4227946_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-5245080917130856637</id><published>2010-07-26T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T19:37:35.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TE5GRJ9khSI/AAAAAAAAB10/kk1NqudeQ0Y/s1600/37822_113464865371824_100001249325298_99798_824452_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498409455611839778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TE5GRJ9khSI/AAAAAAAAB10/kk1NqudeQ0Y/s400/37822_113464865371824_100001249325298_99798_824452_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAUSE I LOVE YOU DANEL HUSIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-5245080917130856637?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5245080917130856637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/07/cause-i-love-you-danel-husin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5245080917130856637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/5245080917130856637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/07/cause-i-love-you-danel-husin.html' title=''/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TE5GRJ9khSI/AAAAAAAAB10/kk1NqudeQ0Y/s72-c/37822_113464865371824_100001249325298_99798_824452_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-2228587016237559572</id><published>2010-07-26T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T06:53:56.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thats why i love her.'/><title type='text'>Siti Nurfelysha B. M. Yusoff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TE2SwyeIocI/AAAAAAAAB1s/0DPa8ijA7Jg/s1600/P6191599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TE2SwyeIocI/AAAAAAAAB1s/0DPa8ijA7Jg/s400/P6191599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498212086968787394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walked ta leesya, i disturbed her while she was drawing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: Leesya, i got very nice hair. so curly. i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leesya:&lt;/span&gt; mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; (disturbing her) leesya, your hair very nice laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leesya:&lt;/span&gt; mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;i talking to you you know? got listen or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leesya:&lt;/span&gt; ya, you wait. you cannot see i drawing is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; dhen i say your hair nie you dunnoe how to say thankyou uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leesya:&lt;/span&gt; your welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leesya:&lt;/span&gt; your welcome la, you say thank you wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; no, i ask you to say thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;leesya: ouh, thankyou welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; not welcome, say my pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lessya:&lt;/span&gt; (keeping quiet) mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; i say thankyou you say whut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leesya:&lt;/span&gt; treasureeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! (running away with her paper and her pencil.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; your head fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dhen ibu and ayah laughed at th back. cute or not my sister? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-2228587016237559572?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2228587016237559572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/07/siti-nurfelysha-b-m-yusoff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2228587016237559572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2228587016237559572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/07/siti-nurfelysha-b-m-yusoff.html' title='Siti Nurfelysha B. M. Yusoff.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TE2SwyeIocI/AAAAAAAAB1s/0DPa8ijA7Jg/s72-c/P6191599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-1802833422994768202</id><published>2010-07-26T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T04:49:08.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TE1yJUn0U9I/AAAAAAAAB1U/AThNHkN1Nug/s1600/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498176224569349074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TE1yJUn0U9I/AAAAAAAAB1U/AThNHkN1Nug/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, I'VE STRATED ON MA ART! damn it. happy man! ^^&lt;br /&gt;schoolwas just per normal. and i talked alot of stuffs ta yuning. shes a damn great friend ta hav. trust me, i love her! we took pichas in art class just now. we're th school models. ^^ so afta sch, met dadaat general office. sayangku, please, get well soon. go ta th doctor pleasee. ): i almost cried when i see you ya'noe? &gt;; i met th loves one just now. damn fun. i talked ta you alot. haha. and you know whu u are. its obviously my boyfriend (; haha. i love so much. haha. i've took a sweet picha with him. gosh. happyyyyyyy! im very glad that my love, syah is just as happy as ever. im really happy ta see her happy cause u should know that when you're happy, im always happy for you dearest bestf. cause i care about ya and cause i dun wanna see ya cry even when you're eating. im still gonna love ya if you're still gonna disturb me in class. cause, i think i wasn'rt in th mood tascold people and kutuk people today. that might be th problem why i was easily fucked up. how you and sasa understand. im just kinda tired. ma brain is not functioning properly. once again sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: pstt, just now, i get ta spot two turtles when i was with you, (:&lt;br /&gt;im v happy cause thats th only thang i wanted ta see when im with you.&lt;br /&gt;you hold me tight while i was eating th honey lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;while you were getting rid of th red ants non-stop. ^.^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-1802833422994768202?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1802833422994768202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-met-th-loves-one-just-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1802833422994768202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/1802833422994768202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-met-th-loves-one-just-now.html' title='hey monday'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TE1yJUn0U9I/AAAAAAAAB1U/AThNHkN1Nug/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541549257796541258.post-2005361687703875082</id><published>2010-07-24T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:49:02.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cause you know i love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TEuiydV5BdI/AAAAAAAAB1M/W8IYyXEDDA4/s1600/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497666757889426898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TEuiydV5BdI/AAAAAAAAB1M/W8IYyXEDDA4/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've always wanted those peace signs on my nails. wait until n levels finish la eh? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yea, up in th morning andwas fucked by papi. i mean scolded. damn fannoying sia. ishk. so currently, watching music videos on mtv while playing lappy. afta dhis, i gotta finish with maart until papi cum beck. shit. i'm really glad that we're gettin taunderstand each other's feelings. cause now, i know how i feel about you. ily (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rara asked to a Octopus Paul:&lt;br /&gt;will i last long with my boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;And the answer was: Always the same. The answer is YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA! i knew it. dun hav ta say ya'noe? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let see kay? if we neva last long. im gonna kill you and i'll make takoyaki kay? promise eh? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2541549257796541258-2005361687703875082?l=imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2005361687703875082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/07/cause-you-know-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2005361687703875082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2541549257796541258/posts/default/2005361687703875082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbitchybutclassy.blogspot.com/2010/07/cause-you-know-i-love-you.html' title='cause you know i love you.'/><author><name>RARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13953187343207153297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3saDS_RPm1M/TEuiydV5BdI/AAAAAAAAB1M/W8IYyXEDDA4/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
