<?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-8285832988165257819</id><updated>2011-07-08T22:23:09.439+08:00</updated><category term='craps'/><category term='colleague'/><category term='lelaki'/><category term='si dia'/><category term='tunes'/><category term='his'/><category term='family'/><category term='getaway'/><category term='tag'/><category term='friend'/><category term='the routine'/><category term='burfday'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>am a girl; all about sugar mixed with spice</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-474593948653135247</id><published>2011-02-08T10:02:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T00:33:59.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='si dia'/><title type='text'>Map Ke Kemaman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow, I'm getting married on this coming 12th! Excited? Honestly, I'm nervous and totally restless until today, which is 3 days more to the solemnization that will ties us both. Hehe.. *nervous laugh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you are likely to be invited to my wedding in Kemaman, Terengganu. Skali harung tuh bleh la declare "Hari Melawat Kemaman sambil makan Satar ngan Sotong Celup Tepung". Wieeeyyy!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the map to my house, and please make sure you do see every land mark that I've stated in the map, and I only drew the main traffic lights that you need to identify. And don't worry, there'll be signage on those traffic lights, so I really hope that you guys don't get lost while getting to my house. Heeee. Insya-Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**FYI, I've sent out the invitation card by POS Malaysia, but for unknown reason, some of my friends haven't got the card yet.. and maybe, the card haven't been received by you too... Please excuse any flaws as I have not expected this to happen. Sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 475px; height: 681px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/9210/kad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 471px; height: 674px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2135/kad2g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jemput datang yer! ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;** You can save the picture for better viewing, dah tak reti nak upload lelawa dh :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Kemaman'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-3016422641605214560</id><published>2009-08-12T12:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:29:07.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Morning and Mourning</title><content type='html'>"Woof! woof! woof!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their bark has woke me from my sleep. enuff with one annoying phone alarm (which is helpful anyway, don't get me wrong. you really need your phone alarm to be annoying in order for you to wake up. muahahahah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but their timing is earlier than my alarm. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awal 30 menet je pon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :P but stillllllll, i really value those 30 minutes. you can still continue to roll on your bed which is the coziest place, golek golek golek golek. sape tanak. heaven tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to continue &lt;em&gt;golek&lt;/em&gt;-ing but can't, so with my half-open eyes, i reached out my hand to the window and try to figure out what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ade 4 ekor, 2 side gang anjing (east side, west side) yg ganas sedang berbalas salakan kat tanah lapang belakang rumah. pergh nih je ke puncanye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still tgk je..mamai kan. but then, one of the dog from the other side moved to the other gang. and they were still barking, which means.. 3 vs 1 plak la kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosok-gosok mata, tengok bebetul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really, really, really shaken with what i saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seekor kucing dan 3 anjing. 3 anjing tengah kepung kucing. derang main pusing-pusing kepung kucing tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gile ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still watching (sambil bace doa yg kucing tuh bleh escape). kucing dah dlm fight mode, and was trying to flee from the enemy's circle. he tried but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see from my window he was struggled with all his might to escape from their grip. he was going to run, yet he didn't make it as i can see his white fur has turned red. i closed my window hastily because i don't want to know how it's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, i feel defeated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-3016422641605214560?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-7368954796295408926</id><published>2009-05-21T14:35:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:47:30.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tunes'/><title type='text'>Dancing Day with 'Dancing with the Stars'</title><content type='html'>found this video clip on &lt;a href="http://kimkardashian.celebuzz.com/"&gt;Kim's blog.&lt;/a&gt; press play and you might dance along with it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLmb39PtWzY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLmb39PtWzY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i do think it resembles N'Sync + Backstreet Boys from the yester-years. the kinda fun music yet injected with more fresh mood into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-7368954796295408926?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/7368954796295408926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=7368954796295408926' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/7368954796295408926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/7368954796295408926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2009/05/httpwww.html' title='Dancing Day with &apos;Dancing with the Stars&apos;'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-8054227915998543901</id><published>2009-05-20T10:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:48:55.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='si dia'/><title type='text'>You Used to Sing This for Me</title><content type='html'>Love me tender,&lt;br /&gt;Love me sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Never let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have made my life complete,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me tender,&lt;br /&gt;Love me true,&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my darlin I love you,&lt;br /&gt;And I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me tender,&lt;br /&gt;Love me long,&lt;br /&gt;Take me to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For its there that I belong,&lt;br /&gt;And well never part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me tender,&lt;br /&gt;Love me dear,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be yours through all the years,&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-8054227915998543901?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/8054227915998543901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=8054227915998543901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/8054227915998543901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/8054227915998543901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-used-to-sing-this-to-me.html' title='You Used to Sing This for Me'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-4436903340169017798</id><published>2009-04-28T21:18:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:37:33.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>When I Was a Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;some of what happen now remind me of the 'little' me. yes, way back to the yester-years of being that little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that time was the time when i was innocent, the time when i don't really use my head before acting, the time when everything seem so easy to be lived for, the time that i can really laugh for the entire day and slept soundly without worrying sick of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the time when i was &lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like a cow&lt;/s&gt; being a little bit naughty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Case 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm not a cute girl to begin with. i have my own tanned skin which i believed mom was craving for the soy sauce when she was carrying me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;erk, kenape fikir sampai macam tuh skali?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;blame to the fact of my mom told me that she was craving for soy drink when she was carrying Aca. FYI, she's fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;soy drink=white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;soy sauce=black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sape tak emo. haha. tadek la. emo time kekecik je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when i was 9 or 10, fair n lovely was a hit on the beauty chart. as a kid that totally got under influence and a desperation of being a beauty (hhahahaah), i asked my dad to go buy it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"abah, akak rase akak nak fair n lovely la"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"nape akak nak fair n lovely?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"sbb akak nak putih, orang lain putih je. abang putih, aca putih, akim, asha pon same"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"akak cat je la muke akak. lagi putih dari sumer orang. abah hitam ok je? *sengih*"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;langsung diam tanda protes. tp still abah tak belikan.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *lari dengan perasaan terguris*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mase nih asha putih lagi la. hahahahahah skang dah same ngan akuuuuuuuuuu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Case 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;since Aca is the cute girl at that time with the package of short, straight hair, fair and chubby, i have nothing to be compete with. i'm brown, keding lak tuh. tapi kenape ako nak compete? cause one of my favourite cousin said "Aca ni kiut la" hati nih membuak-buak la nak cantik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;since he got his eyes on her, i've choosed to pick another path. the lead singer boyband 'Exist' was the one that i turned to. yer, si Mamat tuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i remembered that a padlock had accidentally fell onto my feet, and my toes were bleeding. i was crying like hell and what i've asked for was Mamat to rescue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bodohnyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. tolong la lempang ako laju-laju &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Case 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i would say i'm a successful bully. as an innocent-look bully, i focused my job inside the family circle only, means the victims would be my dear bro and sistahs. but usually my bro would be the great Personal Assistant in executing our 'brilliant' plan to our sistahs (HA HA HA gelak jahat) and the plan would be executed only behind our parents as we want to avoid any punishment listed below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ranking punishment (most popular):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. cubitan 'merah' kasih sayang dari umi (mmg umph)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. kene baling hanger baju &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. kene rotan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. jengilan mata yang ganas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there was a day when me and bro digging Spidey's spiderweb (we found it's uber-cool) and we've decided to do one, our own version. using chewing gums. we've chewed a lots of chewing gums, and started making it into a shape like a thin thread and streched each ends to the door panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329759187334776402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/Sfcbvht2xlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/L-t2QFYNfsg/s320/spidey.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rupe pintu setelah didekorasi dengan chewed gum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;kim, who is around 4-5 that time, wanted to join us building the spiderweb, but we've declined. budak kecik mane terel buat spiderweb, fikir ako time tuh. but she kept on insisted to join us although we've keep demured her. by the time we've finished with our web, we're totally amazed of our work. me and my bro were proud and stand in awe looking at our own version. erm, what's the fun left after a thing are done? we've destroyed it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kim, meh sini. lalu la kat tgh tuh *sambil tunjuk kat spiderweb versi kami*"&lt;br /&gt;"haa? lalu ke?"&lt;br /&gt;"haah lalu la. lalu la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maka, berlalulah kim ke tgh-tgh spiderweb itu. "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chewing gums are all over kim's hair. me and my bro changing look to each other. for sure, we were panicked. we've to rush before umi finds out about this. yet.. we were too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akak, Abang??! Ape yang korang dah buat nih?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umi was shocked to see kim in that condition while us beside her. while she was trying to get the gums off from kim's hair, she gave tons of nagging and scolded us for our doings. sangat penat telinga nih menadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to forget, kim got a hair cut that day to get rid the gums. bad news was, it doesn't suits her at all. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maafkan akak, kim*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Case 4&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;me and my bro loooooveee to drink A&amp;amp;W root beer. we love the sensational feeling when drinking it, which we would say "Aaah" after gulping the drink. Abah has bought 1 bottle of it as there were guests coming to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, we've tend to fight over the drink with the guest as we want to drink it as well, and abah was furious about it (malu la tuh anak gadoh-gadoh depan guest. haha). so, when the guests were gone, abah was back with 2 bottles of A&amp;amp;W root beer. suke nye kami tidak kepalang wieeeyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abah called us both to sit in the kitchen and placed one bottle each in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, nak sangat kan. minum nih sampai habis. kalau tak habis, jangan naik"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erk.. i was confused with his statement but i can see my bro was excited to finish it all up.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 minutes passed by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"umi, akak dah tak larat la nak minum. minum esok takleh ker?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baru tahu tak larat kan nak habeskan. abg yg rase gagah nak minum pon tak larat tau. :P&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a part of my foolishness, silly-lilly and when i think it back, it would give me a smile or a small laugh, and somehow it can make my day. yeah i really wish i'm not that kid when i was small, but when the bits are gone, there're nothing left to be laughed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi sayang la tak penah buli asha mase kekecik. oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sayang famili aku. sob sob sob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-4436903340169017798?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/4436903340169017798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=4436903340169017798' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/4436903340169017798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/4436903340169017798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-was-little-girl.html' title='When I Was a Little Girl'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/Sfcbvht2xlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/L-t2QFYNfsg/s72-c/spidey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-3044328777842893374</id><published>2009-04-03T01:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:54:30.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>i don't mind..</title><content type='html'>i can be mad,&lt;br /&gt;and i can be sad,&lt;br /&gt;as what i expected,&lt;br /&gt;can always be rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be loved,&lt;br /&gt;and i can be hated,&lt;br /&gt;as what i have,&lt;br /&gt;is just me to be offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did love you,&lt;br /&gt;i did trust you,&lt;br /&gt;i did please you,&lt;br /&gt;but i never can satisfied you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know either i'm stronger,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know either i'm weaker,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why you still linger,&lt;br /&gt;in my head playing like a spinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head telling me that we're off,&lt;br /&gt;but my heart still kept you a place, and i'm falling off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am sorry. i wish i could handle it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-3044328777842893374?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/3044328777842893374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=3044328777842893374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/3044328777842893374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/3044328777842893374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-mind.html' title='i don&apos;t mind..'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-970241500991550237</id><published>2009-03-08T20:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:47:40.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burfday'/><title type='text'>Have No Idea</title><content type='html'>umi's birthday (read: mom's birthday) is approaching soon, and i haven't decide on what to buy for her. seriously, she just can buy any desired thing with her own money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comparing that fact with my salary (minus all commitment and bills and what-not), i just can't find the idea of what of to be given to her as her birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do appreciate if you guys can suggest me gifts that i can give to her, as 'the gift' can be utilized at the fullest, unlike un-temp thing like flowers that can stay just for a few days. oh, and at moderate price also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps being a kid, it won't be too difficult in making decision on what to buy, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asha. my youngest sister, have been known as a person that not afraid to show her love to our parents. and this is not meant by, being youngest, she's the one that has been showered with fully attention by our parents. she's totally independent for a teenager at her age, and has been treated fair and equal like us by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just, what differ me and her, she would ask my mom's hands, and kiss her hands and forehead before going to school, everyday which is unlike me who has been stayed at hostel before, was totally awkward when seeing her like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ako kan rebel. kate rebel. mane reti nak wat cemtu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dulu la skang tidak lagy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this one time, when she was little, i think she was around 8 or 9, she did something that i do remember it until this now. i do think it's cute for her to do that, and adorable too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my mom's birthday and while others were just wishing her birthday, she shopped for my mom for her gift, and can you ever guess what she has bought for my mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a toothbrush and a small box of coco crunch kid size&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nah, happy birthday umi!" said her innocently, and i do remember that i've cracked to tons of unstoppable laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ape nih. beli nih kat umi? kelakar la ko!" sambung gelak gelak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mom back her up said "at least dier kasik umi hadiah kan?" senyum umi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yer ako terkedu. and after that, i would always remember to give my mom something for her birthday, to show and tell her, that i do LOVE her, that i do REMEMBER her birthday. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;altho kadang2 terkantoi tak terkasik sbb tak berduit. hihi&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i do appreciate any suggestions from you guys. thanks in advance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-970241500991550237?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/970241500991550237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=970241500991550237' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/970241500991550237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/970241500991550237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-no-idea.html' title='Have No Idea'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-5392766771943739929</id><published>2009-02-26T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:58:15.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colleague'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>I'm Sorry Reen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Haih..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been some time since my last update. And it's been some time that I've received one kewl award (pergh!) from Missy Reen. Thank you, thank you :) Please don't think I'm ignoring it, haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Copy badge “2008 Cute’s 3logger Award” di atas untuk diletakkan di blog anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SaFpYhyEyOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Wo9G4-j9Ax0/s1600-h/cutebloggeraward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305637706125330658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 90px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SaFpYhyEyOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Wo9G4-j9Ax0/s320/cutebloggeraward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Link/ceritakan kembali siapa yang memberikan award ini kepada anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- she's reen. the pretty one. tak bodek, serius nih. seserius ako main DOTa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- although she and me graduated from MMU Cyberjaya, i never have the chance to know her AT ALL while studying there. it's weird cause, i knew all her friends, plus, i do recognize her, and knew her name (hahhh) but we never have the chance to say hi. (ade chance sebenarnye tapi tah, ditakdirkan begitu. kuang kuang)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then in this place called XXX, we met again for the __ time, and she said hi, and i believe that's when i knew her better :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- i always thought that she can be the 'bidan terjun' (or replacer) for this silkygirl model if she's sick/taking MC/abducted by the alien. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SaZhMCW6iFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lRl0ujAE7wM/s1600-h/sarah8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SaZhMCW6iFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lRl0ujAE7wM/s320/sarah8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307036070322014290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          cilok dari orkidlah8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- i don't know what she's doing now although we're stationed in ODC as neighbours (read: ODC bersebelahan). perhaps on this reason: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         1. dier shift pagy, ako shift petang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         2. dier shift petang, ako shift pagy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         3. aku je shift, dier tak shift (mmg setia)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         4. dier je shift, ako tak shift (mmg tidak, sile pangkah potong &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ako tak reti la nak wat line potong ayat tuh&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          5. lu pk la sendiri&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- dier skandal ngan ___ , pemain badminton yg lincah tapi peliknye tak berDOTa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- and last, you can visit her blog, and make friends with her. Cause she's the person who r fun to be with! &lt;a href="http://reebellerina.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://reebellerina.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; msg je, dier tak kesah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Setiap blogger mesti menyatakan 10 fakta/hobi diri sendiri sebelum memilih penerima award seterusnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mmg sangat pemalu weh. phhbbtttht^%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- ske berDOTa walaupun asik jadik feeder. tunggu la saat yg indah akan tiba. nanti sumer lari tanak main satu lane ngan ako. hahahahhahahahahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- love and will continue to sing to the end of the pitch (read: pitching menjunam ke laut) although people start making the face that i'm not Cristina Aguilera. yes, i'm not her, but who cares? i pay whot? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- fond bowling, but there's no one to accompany me anymore as he spent more time on his golf-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- cukupla tuh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Anda perlu memilih 10 penerima award seterusnya dan menyatakan nama mereka di blog anda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- ako tanak kasik award redundant (read: award same yg melimpah-limpah) tp sape yg tak dapat lagy, ape lagy rebutla peluang ini utk jadik cute blogger 2008, klo ade rezeki, mungkin 2009 pon boleh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sekian, terima kasih.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: ako mamai arinih. dan tak berminat utk pk pasal keje&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-5392766771943739929?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/5392766771943739929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=5392766771943739929' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/5392766771943739929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/5392766771943739929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-sorry-reen_26.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry Reen'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SaFpYhyEyOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Wo9G4-j9Ax0/s72-c/cutebloggeraward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-2149251967319911318</id><published>2009-02-06T12:06:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:46:37.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lelaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='si dia'/><title type='text'>21 Questions</title><content type='html'>he used to sang this song to me, when the song was top on the chart. i would thought this would be a sappy song for a rapper who known as '50 cent'. his single ' In the Club' was the in-thing back then, and later, he came out with this kind of song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please switch on your imaginary channel, imagine a tough, half-naked hulk singing a love song with that look in his eyes. the 'lovey dovey' look.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ouch! hahahahahahhah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, i really can't bare to imagine 50 cent singing this to me, cause i'm not head over heels towards him, and he does not make me dream about him every night. but, if your special one singing this to you? this song just turn into a new era, a new touch, a new meaning. ewahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls always think about their security. yes, that's true, indeed it applies to every single of women. it's just how women lead their life in achieving the level of security are different with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the hulk produced this song, i could feel that, guys would want themselves to be loved as themselves, as the real them. (biase la tuh kami pompuan nak yang terbaik utk kite berdue. hahahahaha. korang pon same, dun be in denial) i admit girls are easy to fall in love with some hunks. hunks as well known, are totally driven and fantasize girls all the time. and then, they might start to say 'Hi' and starting dating, but that's not when the challenge begins. it will just start when both are you thinking about making the relationship further. that's when you can see the true colors of each others, and the idea of how to cope with all the new things can be troublesome (and wonderful also!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, senang citer, ini lagu luahan lelaki yang taff (read: tough) dan saye menghargai keberanian dier sbb lelaki sukar untuk meluahkan perasaan mereka. sebab, selalunye perempuan yang suke meluahkan perasaan, bukan lelaki. sekian, sile la nyanyi nyanyi lagu di bawah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tolong jangan tembak ako cakap ako seksis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl...It's easy to love me now...&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me if I was down and out?&lt;br /&gt;Would you still have love for me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl...It's easy to love me now&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me if I was down and out?&lt;br /&gt;Would you still have love for me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If I fell off tomorrow would you still love me?&lt;br /&gt;2. If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?&lt;br /&gt;3. If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century, Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?&lt;br /&gt;4. If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like some of my friends?&lt;br /&gt;5. If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?&lt;br /&gt;6. If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?&lt;br /&gt;7. I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive, I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside&lt;br /&gt;8. If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King, would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me?&lt;br /&gt;9. In the bed if I used my tongue would you like that?&lt;br /&gt;10. If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?&lt;br /&gt;Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap&lt;br /&gt;And we could go do what you like, I know you like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Now would you leave me if your father found out I was thuggin'?&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving?&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions?&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans&lt;br /&gt;16. If I was down would you say things to make me smile? I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how&lt;br /&gt;17. If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?&lt;br /&gt;18. And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me, Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?&lt;br /&gt;19. How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?&lt;br /&gt;We only humans girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it takeI love you like a fat kid love cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my style I say anything to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Could you love me in the bently?&lt;br /&gt;21. Could you love me on a bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you love me in the bently?&lt;br /&gt;Could you love me on a bus?&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, saya kemukakan yang same kepada en bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: got a few questions above that too 'ewww' for me, and it may to you too. so just ignore it. wat dunno, got me? :P one more, ako pakai label je soklan tuh haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pp/s: yer ade label baru, &lt;u&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;lelaki&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;/u&gt; hahahahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;note&lt;/span&gt;: the 21 questions game is THE way to get to know someone without being awkward; actually carrying a conversation with someone in order to learn about them might be harmful to you and the other person. it can be any questions (doesn't mean to be the same as above) that you have in mind. try it, you might love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-2149251967319911318?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/2149251967319911318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=2149251967319911318' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/2149251967319911318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/2149251967319911318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2009/02/21-questions.html' title='21 Questions'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-6206512442190476137</id><published>2009-01-09T14:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:15:42.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Old Memory</title><content type='html'>i have done some packing for the job training in Bangalore that has been scheduled tomorrow, and now it has been cancelled due to management issue. half happy and half upset. heh. i do think i'm ok with it after our lil talk at mamak last night with mun mun and wa wa (haha cam twin lak). and yes, my dear BF is soooo happy with the news. that means (for him) that he won't celebrate our 6th anniversary alone this upcoming 12th January. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;horrrey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do worried about the status of the company. it does worries me much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sigh sigh sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i'm packing my bag for the trip a few day before, it bring along the old memories back when i have the offer from the boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeng jeng jeng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"akak, dah buat check list cam abah suruh tuh?"&lt;br /&gt;"dah. nape bah?"&lt;br /&gt;"meh sini nak tengok (paused ngan kerut kerut muke) nape cam ade banyak je yang tak cukup. isk. meh la abah tambah lagi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he went on writing more things into my checklist (which is yang sebenar-benarnye incomplete yet because abah is so strict by the due date i just told him that i've done with it. huhuhu haruu). and later abah passed the list to me again, and to my amazement, the list has gone 2 times longer than the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;talking about my dad, dude. he's all about perfection in work, although he can be as laid back as he wanted. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway, what can be expected from the form 1 student when this is her first time she gonna be far away from her parents. you could assume that she haven't prepared anything, because she believed she just going to the same school as the other school. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the time has come for the registration. farhana and nazihah have waited for me for quite some time just to make sure that we will have the same dormitory, but sad news to us as they already placed our name to the designated dorm. me and farhana were on our half-lucky strike as we were placed in the same dorm, while nazihah's dorm was at the 3rd floor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;farhana, being the one who are very closed to her family, was being totally gloomy that day. she doesn't like the idea of being far away from her family, which for me i totally didn't understand at that time. because at that time, i'm the person who don't know what's 'missing someone' means. i'm not that close to my family either at that time &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;rasenye la kut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;week passed us by, and i can see the whole 1st week, the public telephones provided were fully occupied. there were 3 telephones overall at our hostel, and girls do fight about their rights using the phone (mind you there were some people that will go on talking talking talking sob sob and talking like for-evah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mak, tak suke la duk sini. tak same la cam kat umah *teary eyes*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mak, nape lauk kat sini tak sedap macam yg mak masak kat umah eh? tak best la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mak, tolong la amek saye balik. sangatla tak best kat hostel nih"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sumer nak ber-mak mak la kan. kat umah tanak ber-mak mak. baru ko tahu duk jauh dari mak bapak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i'm trying to tell here is that, everyone was feeling homesick and i wonder am i the only one who is happy here? why i'm not reacting as them? why i don't feel anything? if i called home, i won't take a long time to chit chatting with my family. enough with asking how are they doing and chit chat a little bit more and i'm done. but the others would be so draggy when they called home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i labeled them as 'the crybaby' *yer betapa sombong nye ako time tuh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every weekend farhana would received a visit from her parents. being me who is a close friend to her at that time, and has known her parents for some a quite time, i'll always be beside her when she was meeting them. i can see there was a smile on her face, something warm wraps her. i'm quite sure she was happy when seeing them there close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time her parents make a visit to her, that every time too they will asked me "abah ngan umi tak datang ker?" and i would politely replied, "tak la uncle. abah busy kot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. 4th week came, and they asked the same question, and i'm giving the same old answer, her father suddenly said, "takpela, uncle pon bleh jadik abah atiqah kan?" and he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*dumbstruck*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel like my heart have stopped. i stood there, and it was hard to breath. too many eyes were staring at me, waiting for me to give my response. slowly i manage to get my composure back and replied with a soft, weak smile, "nak masuk dulu la, saje jumpe uncle ngan auntie nak salam-salam dan tanye khabar. jumpe lagi!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dashed to the toilet and sobbed. and the sobbing worsen with the thought that my parents haven't seen me for a month, and just now my friend's father said he can be my father. bang! i'm not mad at him for saying that. really, it just hit me with the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a 13 years old teenager, i'm not thinking at my best. i'm not at my best for the clueless emotional rampage. i'm not a spoilt kid back in home, but this is my first time seeing myself in a weak condition. i've barely knew myself anymore when i realized that i'm crying harder. is this me? is this the real me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, i called home, and i did what the others did. the draggy conversation, the sobbing part, the mak-mak thingy, all have came back to me right on my face. HAHAHA look, who is the crybaby now eh? *raised up my white flag kuang kuang kuang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abah directly came at me the very next day. and i got TONS of surprise. wahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lotsa food; junk food, chocs, sweets you named it.&lt;br /&gt;2. some new long sleeve shirt&lt;br /&gt;and the most important thing at that time&lt;br /&gt;3. my first ever walkman :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuahuahuahuahauah. tak nanges dah. bleh tahan bapak ako sogok ako :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to this school because without this experience i wouldn't be teached on how to be independent and know to appreciate others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me luv ma familia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: aca kasik nih semalam while having our sisterly-dine-out "motorsikal apa yang berpusing-pusing tapi tak bergerak". the answer is totally hilarious. haha but i guess everybody knew it already pon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-6206512442190476137?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/6206512442190476137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=6206512442190476137' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/6206512442190476137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/6206512442190476137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-memory.html' title='The Old Memory'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-6731566800378821505</id><published>2008-12-16T15:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:21:16.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>The Job Matter</title><content type='html'>i really need another job. a job that can occupy me jobs for 9 hours at the office without wandering around doing nothing. &lt;em&gt;yer macam melangut depan pc buat buat bz. atau keluar lepak lepak. atau _______ (sile isi sendiri)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do like free time, who doesn't? but if the free time means lingering like this for 1 year and a plus (and coming.. oh!), i would go nuts in no time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt; what? find something to fill in your free time at the office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have enough to think more on what to do in my free time. dah mati kutu. i admit i'm not the one that will study during my free time. i'm the one who study last minute; means if i do get the job, and then i will go study for it. i'm not proud of it, but that's myself. i'm no angel to study during my free time without knowing what's waiting me. (&lt;em&gt;ok mungkin ako patut berubah sket disini. hehe&lt;/em&gt;) and here, 1 year and a plus without any major improvement. nothing? yes, it is trully a big dissapointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, can i survived out there without having good resume while working here in company xXx? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ceh, ako pon dah tiru xXx. tajaan cikpest &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;honestly, i don't know. i really don't. the last option that i have is just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GO FOR IT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHE GOT THE JOB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy for you dear! shie's coming home and hell yeah we'll rock KL like we used to! &lt;3 u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: aca tgh praktikal skang kat KLCC. bimbang plak ngan adik ako sorang tuh. huhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-6731566800378821505?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/6731566800378821505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=6731566800378821505' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/6731566800378821505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/6731566800378821505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2008/12/job-matter.html' title='The Job Matter'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-2582658345353609854</id><published>2008-12-02T21:18:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:48:46.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='si dia'/><title type='text'>He Wrote this while I'm Away</title><content type='html'>lurve her for her differences,&lt;br /&gt;clumsiness, weirdness, ups and downs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be the cure when she's sick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss her when she's not around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accept her in all kind of nature,&lt;br /&gt;tall, square, triangle, circle, cylinder, round,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be in the positive when she is in the negative,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold her hand when she slips,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be the diary for her to spills her heart out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scream together with her when she ever wanted to let her emotions out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share her dreams, share her passion, share her fantasies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to pardon her mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediately say sorry when u made one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play along her favourite sports..bowling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indulge together her favourite ice-cream..waffle berry strawberry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read her blogs, share her thoughts, share her stories,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know her friends, respect her friends, befriend with her friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddle her like a baby, gently give a kiss on her cheeks while lying side by side under the starry night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give her chocolate, she likes ferrero rocher..sent her flowers, she likes stargazer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherish her while she is here, in the heart where u will keep it dear...coz from the moment u open your eyes in the morning until u close it again at night, everything u do in between will always reminds u about her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275187581739763730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/STU7KA0miBI/AAAAAAAAADY/X81Wvi7q-0M/s320/MUjersey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275188511469690178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/STU8AIVfXUI/AAAAAAAAADg/Em-q7epWBpU/s320/Photo-0004.jpg" border="0" /&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/8285832988165257819-2582658345353609854?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/STU7KA0miBI/AAAAAAAAADY/X81Wvi7q-0M/s72-c/MUjersey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-7811097837785275399</id><published>2008-12-02T14:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:02:00.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolong-lah!</title><content type='html'>mao berenti &lt;strong&gt;mencarut&lt;/strong&gt;. tetapi bagaimana? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semalam, en bf ckp " &lt;em&gt;you mencarut lagy, you kene bayar i seringgit&lt;/em&gt;" *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pakai topeng garang&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah wah. tatau ke, ako kan kedekut. maneleh bayar seringgit sewenang wenangnye. lagy lagy pasal bende yang tak berfaedah nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagy lagy kalo dlm satu hari tuh, sploh kali carut. mao seploh hengget ako kene. kalo lebey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isk. tanakla. baik makan kat tempat yang best. kan kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korang-korang, tolong-lah ako! *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;menangis sambil berguling-guling macam biase&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: saye tahu saye jahat. saye tahu saye nih tak baik sangat. tapi saye ingin berubah jadik baik. baik sket pon takpe, asal ade kebaikan didalam diri saye. hidup ini hanyalah sementara. saye tanak jadik jahat selamanye. maafkan saye kerna mengeluarkan kate kate buruk itu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-7811097837785275399?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/7811097837785275399/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-4191575641368891504</id><published>2008-11-24T14:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:46:05.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getaway'/><title type='text'>He He He He</title><content type='html'>* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; GRIN * &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hihihihihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last, my get away! yeay! hope i do enjoy myself there although my sis have said it's gonna be raining over there. ape ape je la kan? asal leh coci mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you next week then! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: best best leh lari lari lari lari lari dan lari. eh eh, please pray for me a safe journey :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-1755318071755098190</id><published>2008-11-19T18:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:46:13.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond My Control</title><content type='html'>from where i'm standing now, it's not a beautiful view anymore. all the hopes where my faith are, have been collapsed along with the trust i put in you. if i do owe you an appology, please forgive me then. i'm tired, seriously i'm tired. are you satisfy now by making me in this state? what would you do when it's happening to you? will you remember this and hope it never happen? i never asked for something bad to happen to you, cause trust me, i dear you. but i just don't want to hurt myself and be in denial. and i backed off. so please, just stop. i have enough of it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i am hurt than ever..".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for showing the true color. lotsa peeps asked me to move on but i don't want. i thought i can mend it. i thought somehow i can make it better. but i've failed. i guess it's time for me to retreat. it's the best for now. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-1755318071755098190?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/1755318071755098190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=1755318071755098190' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>do you know a person around 160cm tall, slender, cute girl being pushed away by the big whoosh-whoosh wind while phoning her friend, all way back there from UK to Malaysia? if you do, please tell her to not go out alone again without any companion as she might really be flew by the wind. hehehe &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lariiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- anyway, after a fun week teaching my juniors, i guess i'm back to my normal life. man, i'm so desperate to do another job that relating to what i'm doing now, which i hope to give me more chance to improve myself in this technology. instead, i'm getting another editorial job. yeah the &lt;em&gt;sidang redaksi sekolah&lt;/em&gt; editorial job. oh mind you, it's not that i'm hating it. it's just, something that happen to not related to my job scope at all. weird for a software engineer like me (&lt;em&gt;ye sangat&lt;/em&gt; software engineer) to do an editor's job. but... somehow, actually i'm having fun with it! go ask 'why?' and the answer would be that i've learned something new from it; photoshop which i'm not that familiar to, and now it's fun to do some design using it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;walaaahh siap satu design ecewah padahal bukan hebat mane pon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao bagamaina pungg, bukannye hambe nak bercerite pasal itu disini. i just want to write what i'm feeling inside now. i really do. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to scream out straight from my lungs "AKO BOSAN GILE DAH NIHHHHHH" at my cubicle, but sadly i would straightly be recognized as someone who has lost her mind and should be sent to the famous Tanjung R. and i don't want for them to react that way. the money that would be used to send me there would cost them a fortune, and it's gonna be a waste to spend money in that way. pegy shopping lagy bagus. kan kan kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh lagy skali*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la ako straight to the point ke topic utama la. Tagged by Ms Nadxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKU SEORANG YANG PELIK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ako rase ako normal. pelikkan ako? padahal normal ke ako macam nih? haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. hurm, i dunno either this is weird or not, but when i'm sort of want to joke around in the angry mode (konon-konon marah), i tend to kembang kempiskan idung i yg kembang nih. mr bf and mr syafiq K have innocently seen it, realized it and totally stunned by the degree of the 'nose opening' (i think so). at one point, mr bf imitated my way, and i straightly recognized it right away and told him to not do that again as i already patent it on my name. ye biar ako sorang je kembang kempis idong. toksah nak tiru tiru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm a seasonal food eater. let's say now i'm in the mood of eating char kuey teow botak SK, and i would be craving it for some time. i still can eat it today although it's just yesterday i've ate it. and it could last for a few days, or a week. then it'll be back to normal, and when the craving come again, the schedule wouldn't dissapoint me in doing the same as the previous one. but this only applies to some dishes, not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i can be in any emotion just in a blink of eyes. yes, i can be happy and sad or angry in a split second to be precise. i'm not proud of it, but it's in my nature. my bf even said that "it's enough to tell that you have a mood of the monsoon". berubah rubah. hurm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i like to think way far behind although the things are still under control. many says it's norm for us to think like that, but for me it's a burden and even i want to get rid of it, it still stuck here in my own self. it would be nice to have just a little thing to be worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. i love to play a part of the genre i listened to. standard 2, dengar lagu Feminin "Untukmu", dah mule meraban nak start a girl's group. standard 6, i've imagined to be the backup dancer of BSB. yes, with the feeling to stare deep at Nick Carter while he's singing "As Long As You Love Me". ye sume tuh hanyalah angan-angan budak kecik. form 2, GreenDay was one of my favourite band at that time. started to feel ala ala Tre Cool. ye la cayalah. balik rumah ketuk je ape ape yg bleh di ketuk. form 3, got the chance to know Butterfinger. amek raket badminton layan goreng. cayalah jugak. anyway, thanks god, it just stopped there. me now into singing and dancing only, so it's something that i really can do instead of ketuk tong or goreng raket badminton. so un-cool ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. sometimes, i can feel that i treat some of my friends like my sisters/brothers, as in treated them like i treat Abang, Aca, Akim or Asha. it's kinda disturbing, haha. ye la derang bukan adik adik ako. tp ako treat cam adik-adik ako. so end up, they will be bullied by me. just hoping that they're not feel hurt by the way i'm treating them. it's like already in my nature, being the big sis. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. pelik nape ako dtg keje lagy although keje tadek di opis. *sigh sambil golek golek*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh dah la tuh. cukup cukup. sbb ako rase diri ako tak cukup pelik utk di'list'kan point-point yang seterusnye. tp tatau la klo bagi korang ako pelik. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT would be:&lt;br /&gt;- ms Kimot&lt;br /&gt;- ms Azwa&lt;br /&gt;- ms Reha&lt;br /&gt;- ms Reen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry gurls, ako mmg tak pandai main tag tag nih sebenarnye. tp just for an idea korang nak update blog. tanak buat pon takpe la, tapi klo sharing bagus jugak leh tau kan kan. hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ta for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: serius weih ako tadek ape ape ngan remi tuh. tolong la jgn buat spekulasi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-7499347235501896990?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/7499347235501896990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=7499347235501896990' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/7499347235501896990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/7499347235501896990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-know-person-around-160cm-tall.html' title='My Weird-ness'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-6602887089461666418</id><published>2008-11-05T09:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:26:11.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Bad Nightmare</title><content type='html'>tough week peeps. just because my good friend have a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CASE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you do, in a situation that you're stucked between your own priority and your best friend's (note BFF) priority. would you choose to have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. your priority first rather than having your BFF priority OR&lt;br /&gt;b. your BFF's priority first rather than having your priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, you only can have one choice at that time. which one would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely we would want to opt for &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; priority but somehow if we do that, we're on the bad side; like we don't care about our BFF. like we will just let her stand alone in the dark without holding their hand. &lt;em&gt;man, that's just so in-human of you!&lt;/em&gt; (thought said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what if we prioritize their's first? how's that gonna affect you inside out? your friend will be happy but yes, it will definitely affect you somehow depends on the matter you've been prioritizing. others been telling, "sacrifice for the one you love" but is it worth it to sacrifice for your BFF when it will make yourself damaged, just because you didn't follow your own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, whatever choice you make will affecting everyone around you, your BFF and you yourself. it's how you cope with it, how you look at it, how you managed the mess. i must say that i really don't mind to sacrifice as long as the person appreciate my effort, appreciate myself as a friend. and i do believe it's same goes to some of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the bigger person is always have to be in our top list especially when someone who is dear to us, is in trouble or have some issue. we're the one who will always be there to support our friend. we're the trusted person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who said BFF don't fight with each other. they do fight, they do have misunderstanding. but do they bitch about their BFF? a big NO here. although they're fighting, deep down inside them there's a lil sound shrieked "I missed her". and for the others who actually done the bitching without actually know the real story, it's truly show the immature side of you. boo-hoo to yourself. it's them who actually got into the fight, and you just making it worsen. it seem so simple that you don't like others to be happy. enuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope they're back together again. they used to be happy together, sit &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt;-ing doing the girl's talk, sharing and updating stories; they're even like sisters already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really don't know why when she called that night, i nearly cried along with her, but i just feel that i need to be the bigger person and let her do all the crying. i barely can do anything except be a good listener, and to be there with her. i know it's not enough, but please stay strong babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-6602887089461666418?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/6602887089461666418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=6602887089461666418' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/6602887089461666418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/6602887089461666418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2008/11/tough-week-peeps.html' title='Bad Nightmare'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-5208511587920585723</id><published>2008-10-30T11:29:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:56:50.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colleague'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Assignment by Miss Azwa &amp; Miss Reha</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1.Apakah benda yang paling penting dalam hidup kamu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;let's see.. (i take person as a 'benda' too. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- my beloved family; i really love their presence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- my beloved friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- the people around me. i do appreciate all of them cause from them i do learn something about lifeeeee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- my goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Apakah benda terakhir yang anda beli dengan wang sendiri?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- ubat batuk cap ibu dan anaknye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Dimanakah tempat impian perkahwinan anda?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- at the beach, with the beach/garden theme but sah sah la pasir masuk mata (sbb pantai kite tak same dgn mat salleh) SO i guess the wedding will be just held at my house.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;duhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Berapa lama anda rasa hubungan anda akan berkekalan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- is this a trick question? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;:D i really do want it to last ever after &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; (echo sket) but with a condition that he will always make me fall in love with him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;perghhh demand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Adakah anda sedang di lamun cinta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- i don't know, but i do like him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Dimanakah restoran terakhir anda makan malam?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- the very in-famous Terminal, cyberjaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Namakan buku terakhir yang anda beli?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- forgot already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2h8m6OmtVWM/SQXRQhL7tNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5gnO6wVMYQA/s1600-h/DSC03804.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Apakah nama penuh anda?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- cik adik manis binti abang hensem hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Anda lebih senang dengan mak atau ayah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- dedue best bleh gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Namakan seseorang yang anda ingin jumpa untuk pertama kalinya dalam hidup anda?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- the previous me. walawey. i wanna tell her that please don't go on ruining your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Christina atau Britney?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- i love them both. hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Adakah anda mencuci pakaian anda sendiri?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- yup. semestinye. tadek bibik nak disuruh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Tempat yang paling seronok anda mahu pegi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- sekolah. (i am serious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Pelukan atau ciuman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- me want both of them! i am greedy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Butirkan 5 perkara tentang orang yang tag anda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- oops. i got 2 person who have tagged me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;kite mulekan dengan &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cik Azwa&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- the first person i knew at satyam (first oke!) diikuti dengan cik mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- sewel, gile, mereng. hahaha to be shorten: gile-gile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- the owner of miss Gebu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- got a beautiful eyes (tiru ayat slay mase ala ala orientation) ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- a good laughter to be with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;diikuti dengan &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cik Reha&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- dengan sukacita diumumkan dier mmg pandai menari zapin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- slalu diskandalkan dengan aghoo dimane ako tatau hujung pangkal citernye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- ala ala perempuan melayu terakhir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- hebat dlm menyikat rambut en syafiq halim (zaman dedolu skang dh tak blehhhhh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- pandai programming (ecewah ayat pancing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. 8 perkara yang amat saya gilai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- bowling (tuh sbb reen panggil ako iqa bowling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- dancingggg ye ako soookaaa dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- dota &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- bersukan (gile skema bersukan kenape tak mengumpul setem jugak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- lelaki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- lelaki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- lelaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. 8 buah buku yang paling terbaru di baca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- dota guide. enuff. zaman skang bace buku sket sket. surf banyak la cthnye blog. kan kan kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;padahal ako bace je. malas nak list down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. 9 lagu yang boleh saya dengar berulang kali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- kenape mintak 9 je bukan 50? aaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- miss independent by neyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- maybe by jay sean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- satu cd joanna wang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- that's not my name by the ting tings&lt;br /&gt;- four to the floor by star sailor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- tshirt by shontelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dah la tuh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. 8 perkara saya pelajari tahun lalu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;banyak la. banyak sangat. sangat la banyak. takyah la citer. banyak. btol, sangat banyak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Mangsa tag seterusnya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ape lagy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadxoxo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cik nadxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; la. dier rajingggg nak update blog dier. yg lain semestinye sudah ditag. kuang kuang kuang. oh ya. &lt;a href="http://dynamite08.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cik akim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pon bleh gak. eh eh akim? mao buat tak? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;p/s: tak sabar nak gi gym esok. yeay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-5208511587920585723?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/5208511587920585723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=5208511587920585723' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/5208511587920585723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/5208511587920585723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2008/10/assignment-by-miss-azwa-miss-reha.html' title='Assignment by Miss Azwa &amp; Miss Reha'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-1357164505738593886</id><published>2008-10-26T18:04:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:28:49.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Weekend at Texas</title><content type='html'>aaaaaaaaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm exhausted. it was just 2 days ago when i'm arrived here in Texas (read: Chukai), and tonight i'll be heading back to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey hey hey&lt;/span&gt;. please don't get me wrong here. it's not that i don't like being at my home sweet home. i love to be at home. really. it just the way back here; the journey that makes me feel exhausted. sitting in the car until my arse numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walawey, bape jam la sangat KL ngan Kemaman tuh. banyak bunyik plak&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it will just take only 4 hrs for us to reach Kemaman but the point is my arse is numbing at the extend you will want to move your body at every minute time. leave alone to scratch your arse when it's itching. very uncomfortable. and after you reached your destination, you will definitely do the strecthing. how's that? penat kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok ok ako mmg saje cari pasal. ako penat je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enuff said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp yg penting ako happpppppy balik umah. hahahahahahaahhahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom. everyone who has met her will definitely said that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"eh, mak ko macam garang la. takoot"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"erm, mak ko tak marah ke ako datang umah nih?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ala segan la ngan mak ko&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan ape ape lagy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;padahal mak ako normal je tp biase la ngan anak anak dier mesti la garang sket. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm not writing about her garang-ness la. dier kelakar ape. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kih kih&lt;/span&gt;. she actually got this one habit that she always praticing it when we're not switching off our fan or the lights (note that we're not in our room at that time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bang, tadik kesian umie tgk kawan ko sorang-sorang dlm bilik tuh. tanak ajak kluar ke?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akak, kawan ko nih panas sangat ke dlm bilik nih. tanak ajak kluar ke?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the actual thing is, we have no 'friend' there inside our room. and we all know that she's actually refering to the fact that we're not switching off our lights or fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so of course la kami kasik jawapan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abang: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"takpela umie, jap lagy abang join dier dlm bilik tuh jugak. it's ok. biarkan je"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"tuh la kesian kawan akak dlm bilik tuh panas. jap lagy akak ajak la dier kluar plak"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu umie mestilah "dahhhhhhhh dahhhhhh gi ajak kawan ko kluar!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhahahahhhhhahahahhahaa baru nak mencicit lari totop lampu kipas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: kami dah ajak kawan kami kluar demi umie. :D sayang umie&lt;br /&gt;pp/s: kesian akim tgh tunggu turn nak blogging. eh eh nak men dota. ok la chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-1357164505738593886?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/1357164505738593886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=1357164505738593886' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/1357164505738593886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/1357164505738593886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-at-texas.html' title='Weekend at Texas'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-2812694603524478691</id><published>2008-10-21T23:14:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:53:04.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>We're Slackin' Off so Vote for the Worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i know i should go for the most beautiful shot, or something that we want to see from our picture; that we're cute, good looking, lawa giler or ape ape je lah. but being me, i have TONS of beauty pictures of myself (hahahahahahahahahaha mmg ako perasan gile tp takpe sendiri sendiri perasan), i opt to put the other side of beauty. beauty from another angle which i called 'gamba failed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually there are other pics that fulfilling our criteria (gamba failed) but i've choose the best 5 from all shots taken during Raya. (read: best for the worst).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. we don't want to waste any more time crapping, so here goes picture number 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;drumroll please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259626339527468162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SP3ySgLSpII/AAAAAAAAACg/EQ3K9NAPzBw/s320/DSC_0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok. kalo nak diteliti lame lame pon bleh juling, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so tgk kejap je la. angle molot agak menarik, ditambah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dengan penggayaan jari ditepi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SP3zzVioG6I/AAAAAAAAADA/tb6O6De2-s8/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259628003119864738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SP3zzVioG6I/AAAAAAAAADA/tb6O6De2-s8/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yer saye tgh melayan blues di tepi daun daun yg melilit tiang umah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SP3y947Ql4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HpOoOOEdAt0/s1600-h/n674184092_940602_6196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259627084905486210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SP3y947Ql4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HpOoOOEdAt0/s320/n674184092_940602_6196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;art bak kate akim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SP3y0DssocI/AAAAAAAAACw/Dc1rZbwhXh8/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259626915998507458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SP3y0DssocI/AAAAAAAAACw/Dc1rZbwhXh8/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; fokus budak di tgh. yer saye pon tatau dier tgh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;buat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gaye ape, janji bleh masuk contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SP3yncUFW8I/AAAAAAAAACo/SyyAuwKVWIE/s1600-h/DSC_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259626699267857346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SP3yncUFW8I/AAAAAAAAACo/SyyAuwKVWIE/s320/DSC_0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;erm.. no comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa failed sungguh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s: gurls, me wurve u gurls so much! kreko sungguh kite, tak terkata lagy. hak hak hak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-2812694603524478691?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/2812694603524478691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=2812694603524478691' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/2812694603524478691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/2812694603524478691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-slackin-off-so-vote-for-worst.html' title='We&apos;re Slackin&apos; Off so Vote for the Worst'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SP3ySgLSpII/AAAAAAAAACg/EQ3K9NAPzBw/s72-c/DSC_0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-3754811093268650572</id><published>2008-10-21T16:46:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:22:24.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='si dia'/><title type='text'>Citer Tahun Lepas</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that one day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : aaaa nak beli buku P/S I Love You nihhhh. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sambil belek-belek bace summary kat blakang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;him: haa beli je la.&lt;br /&gt;me : :( tadek duit la. huwaa. hurm takpela.. lenkali saje la beli&lt;br /&gt;him: la beli je la. bape sangat la harge buku tuh&lt;br /&gt;me : hurm takpela. lenkali je. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lalu bergerak ke area lain lak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a few mins after that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : erm, jom la. gi tmpt lain lak.&lt;br /&gt;him: eh betol ker tanak beli buku nih? rugi tau.&lt;br /&gt;me : tanak la. lenkali je. isk..&lt;br /&gt;him: hey ape kate kite curik je buku nih. haha i penah buat dulu nih *evil smile*&lt;br /&gt;me : erk, takmo la. dosa dosa dosa (sin sin sin)&lt;br /&gt;him: ala lek la. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pastu laju je dier gerak kluar dari pintu MPH tuh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : b!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuak cuak &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CUAK OKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dier jalan kluar teros. *gasp kali kedua*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erk. but why there's no alarm as he went out there with the book! hurm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside he lean himself closer to the glass, facing me, smiled widely.&lt;br /&gt;He raised the book slowly with his right hand and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't truly expressed my feelings when i saw the receipt in his left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;speechless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shocked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in disbelief.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;amek napas kakkkk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok cool. i walked towards him slowly as i've managed to get myself back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : hey, ade resit??? sampai hati u!!! seb baik i tadek heart attack. kalau ade???? (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;buat muke)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: hehehe. tadek la. ha, here's yours, P/S I Love You. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sengih sengih*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok jom lari seblom dier nampak ako blushing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-3754811093268650572?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/3754811093268650572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=3754811093268650572' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/3754811093268650572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/3754811093268650572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2008/10/citer-tahun-lepas.html' title='Citer Tahun Lepas'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-1429969597252539780</id><published>2008-10-14T16:42:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:33:37.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burfday'/><title type='text'>the Siblings; Brother &amp; Sistah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hye bertemu lagy kite di dalam rancangan karut marut. kali ini saye mahu membincangkan pasal topik sipi sipi dalam solat. so tadek la karut sangat. bergune nih utk tuan puan yg ade kemusykilan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korang penah tak terkene yg korang tgh solat elok elok nih tetibe orang lain datang duk sbelah serongkan sket sejadah dier, berlainan dengan arah korang yg tgh solat nih. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*note: venue selalu nye dekat surau yg carpet dier tadek line utk dijadikan guide tuh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for sure korang tgh pk "&lt;em&gt;erk, alamak dier serongkan sejadah la&lt;/em&gt;". paling koman pon "&lt;em&gt;aiseh abeslah ako angle lain sket bleh ke idak nih&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. sah tak kusyuk solat &lt;/span&gt;:P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, solat kamu itu sah selagi tak membelakangi kiblat. tp tolong la dapatkan angle yg betol bagy memudahkan kite mendapatkan kekusyukkan di dalam solat. :D heee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yer mmg ako la yg tak kusyuk tuh. isk isk ampun :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arinih burfday cik nadhira kamal ridzwa kite dari johoRay (read: Johore). yeslah beliau sudah berumur 23 thn, tidak single &amp;amp; tidak available, dan sudah berpunye. &lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semalam kami kononnye nak ronggeng celebrate burfday dier. ajak la si dhira nih. dier dah mamai (walaopon jam mase tuh baru kol 10 tp takpe ako paham sbb waktu tido dier). az-harr ajak lepak, dier ajak tgk hannah montana kontang tuh kat umah, isk isk. kami yg baik nih menolak dengan sopannye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetibe dier tepon balik nak join lepak. oh dear you're most welcome to drink with us (drink biase bukan booze :P). so patah balik amek dier, decided to go to Ole Ole Bali. quite nice jugak tempatnye. amek feel Bali walaopon tak penah nye jejak kaki disane. andddddd... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257053269468529714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SPTOGHP6RDI/AAAAAAAAACI/p2DZnrs2kBQ/s320/131020081167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yer amek feel konon saye di bali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wah the drama started. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeng jeng jeng (amek feel lagy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;couple tua mabok smooching. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha tadek bende la. cit! citer basi (jakunnnn!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did have our good time there. with our naughty chat (refering to the statement above) and gossiping. it feels great to get to know her better in a girlfriend-to-girlfriend way rather than &lt;em&gt;kakak ipar-to-adik ipar&lt;/em&gt; way (haha sumpah ako perasan nih weih). az-harr pon same naik ok bergossip. kih kih jgn marah en bf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257054656629249042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SPTPW20zFBI/AAAAAAAAACY/tYjD8hlwDrE/s320/131020081163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"arghh masamnye" kate dhira. iqa cam bese cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;andddddd...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257054041996981778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SPTOzFJC9hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XvE3Xz1gPVA/s320/26062007144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sengih dhira jgn tak sengih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY BURFDAY DEAR NADHIRA. i know that u ain't reading this (pergh ghetto), it is just a simple birthday wish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somehow it felt like the time lepak-ing with my favourite gurls. *sigh* i'm starting to miss my girls again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: cepat balik cik Shireen. me and Aya can't wait to be the perfect trio again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p.p/s: baru tahu reha pon burfday tp satu hari awal la. takpe still HAPPY BURFDAY TO U TOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-1429969597252539780?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/1429969597252539780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=1429969597252539780' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/1429969597252539780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/1429969597252539780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2008/10/siblings-brother-sistah.html' title='the Siblings; Brother &amp; Sistah'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SPTOGHP6RDI/AAAAAAAAACI/p2DZnrs2kBQ/s72-c/131020081167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-7248565400999231624</id><published>2008-10-10T11:11:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:53:29.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colleague'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burfday'/><title type='text'>cik Dejah-vuh yg kecoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;dari smlm lagy cik dejah duk memujuk saye suh letak entri pasal 10/10/08 nih. at first i wondered why she kept on insisting, then emi told me that it's her burfday. ako pon 'ooooooo'. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;budak x chomel punye burfday uwekk uwekk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and somehow she managed to hack my pc (which is actually NOT because i left it unlocked but nad and dejah excitedly told me that dejah has succeed in hacking my pc so sbb burfday dier arinih, ngaku je la dier hack pc ako)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and she drew this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255458819461022258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8j86GrAjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IiVEdC0y6DY/s200/dejah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;beriye suruh bukak monitor ade surprise katenye. ha nih la dier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yer tetibe speechless because i know i don't meant it tapi takpela burfday dier. biarkan je hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway cik dejah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;happy birthday to u. selamat tua. selamat segalenye. semoge tua dengan chomelnye. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;macam cik iqa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and guess what i drew u this. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes i know i suck. but so what, the intention is what matters kan kan kan? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255459916182749026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8k8vtgf2I/AAAAAAAAABM/pgNpzfKGT34/s200/dejah_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lawa yg nih ke yg dejah punye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;have a good day and years ahead! mwahs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-7248565400999231624?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/7248565400999231624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=7248565400999231624' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/7248565400999231624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/7248565400999231624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2008/10/cik-dejah-vuh-yg-kecoh.html' title='cik Dejah-vuh yg kecoh'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8j86GrAjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IiVEdC0y6DY/s72-c/dejah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-4853759909127162038</id><published>2008-10-09T12:10:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:40:47.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burfday'/><title type='text'>Aca to Aussie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's not even close to a hectic day (compared to Hari Raya which we've been here and there since 1st Raya) but the adrenaline of rushing to get her cuppies was somehow challenged me in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;buat ala ala mengah semput sumer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday the 6th, straightly after work i went there to order the cuppies as &lt;a href="http://dynamite08.blogspot.com/"&gt;cik kim yg masam &lt;/a&gt;said that the shop will only be closed at 9pm. but the shop is not open yet (yer somehow ako gamble je gi kedai tuh malas nak check internet. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;padan muke&lt;/span&gt;). there's a white paper stick onto the door stated 'will be opening back on 8th'. surely, a lil of frustation, and directly i called my sis to confirm her flight again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) happy news people. her flight is on 8th at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dengan hati bebunge riang, i drove back and have a meeting between my housemates about our lil 'open-house' and yes you're totally invited! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu pastu, kan cuppies has not be ordered yet, so yesterday i rushed there NOT that early in the morning (note: shop opened 9am, i went there 11am. hehe) to make sure that design wanted (high heels, bags &amp;amp; all the girls thingy) can be done by them but unfortunately they said that it's a short time notice and told me that they only can give me the default design. ala asal ade kan? i picked one design (which actually looked like hot pink in the picture but turned out to be pastel pink tp takpela jugak) and paid for the cuppies. thanks to cik adik kim yg masam sbb tolong picked up the cuppies back sbb kakak dier nih dah malas nak drive balik. haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255559758446898514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO9_wVIQrVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1szIAdDS3IA/s200/DSC00445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the pink haze cuppies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bla bla bla dah sampai klia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was shocked, speechless.&lt;br /&gt;a lil of teardrop can been seen from her face when she received our pressie. she looked at me and hug me tight and i can feel her teardrops fell onto my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha ye la sangat. Aca nak nanges ke? haha tgk citer melayu boleh la nak nanges&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she's indeed shocked and thanked us which she said that we shouldn't have to do all that tp ako tau ko ske kan kan kan. hihihihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care cik wan Aca. we all gonna miss you. in fact, i'm missing you now babe. sob sob. Raya tahun nih mmg best because all of us gather as one big family again, sharing the moment together like we used to. gile gile, big laugh plus umie pon dah terkene penyakit &lt;em&gt;loyar buruk&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddddddd HAPPY 21st BURFDAY! one year younger, one year wiser. jgn terbalik lak. heee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;wurve&lt;/span&gt; u!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255167836709598930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO4bTe4iNtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tE01ai3-JI/s200/DSC_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;retro girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255170866014328578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO4eDz7EFwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_ytZi1EsBx0/s400/DSC_0678.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gurls @ raye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;** terlupe lak smlm aca ade mention jgn pakai lip gloss kat aussie bile summer/spring. kang ade lalat terlekat kat molot. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: dejah type sendiri nih. dejah chomel. ye ke? :P btw siti patah hati en anuar '&lt;em&gt;patah&lt;/em&gt;'. pastu emi tanye name dier ade lagi tak? hihi ade kot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cupcakes dibeli dari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://cuppacakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://cuppacakes.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; wondermilk cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-4853759909127162038?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/4853759909127162038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=4853759909127162038' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/4853759909127162038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/4853759909127162038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2008/10/aca-to-aussie.html' title='Aca to Aussie'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO9_wVIQrVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1szIAdDS3IA/s72-c/DSC00445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285832988165257819.post-8847383951927293752</id><published>2008-10-07T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:52:59.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craps'/><title type='text'>re-inventing my phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i used to blog; using blogdrive. that time i do not have a lot of time to blog but as it's a trend and i'm being the good follower (haha) plus i'm an IT student (which remind me of the tech savvy that other peeps would think but i'm NOT!), i've make myself to write one. :P i DID write crap at that time. seriously. nothing beats my crappie writing, even if michael jackson turn black again still can't beat my writing. man, just imagining him black with that pointed nose and that dull eyes combo with that thin red lips would make me puke. erm, enuff of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;basically, i want to write again because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. it's painful mind-numbing, dreary at the office *&lt;em&gt;batuk kuat kuat&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. i want to write all stuff that i have in mind. it can be positive, negative or neutral things and peeps, bare in mind that you may love or loathe my writing but just keep on reading if you love me. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. i want to update myself easily especially with my cik wan Aca, cik wan Akim, cik wan Asha, cik kak Shireen &amp;amp; cik kak Rahaya and whom i'm not meeting them everyday or on usual basis. and too other peeps that i expected them to know more about me. cam cik Wawa ke sbb slalu gosip dari jauh dan sesape lagi la yg nak tau. *perasan nih*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. i love the idea of having our writing on the net. it's totally not about gile glemer ke ape. it's about memori daun pisang la dipendekkan cerite. crappie writing and what-other-nonsense la. tp bile bace balik kelakar and give out the smile from the inside. that's what count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5. my ultimate reason &lt;em&gt;dulu&lt;/em&gt;, want to improve my writing in english. walaopon tak penah improvenye haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anyway i do hope this blog would adding some colors to my phase now because i'm indeed searching for rainbow in my life. bla bla bla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;:P mmg hopeful abes la nih kirenye. sooooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;GO IQA! hee.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh btw, i need to credit someone. cik Nadxoxo yg sudi tunjuk care nak buat blog. trimas yer cik adik manis. and highlighted si cik Emi yg tak renti renti nak bace dari blakang walaopon dah emphasize tadik saye tulis tak best. ape ape je la :P there you go, a lil bit of my mind and definitely would be more afterthis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P/S: cik wan Aca is going back to Aussie tomorrow. Pray hard peeps that she'll get the cuppie that she long for. Ameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285832988165257819-8847383951927293752?l=fioneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/feeds/8847383951927293752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285832988165257819&amp;postID=8847383951927293752' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/8847383951927293752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285832988165257819/posts/default/8847383951927293752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fioneo.blogspot.com/2008/10/re-inventing-my-phase.html' title='re-inventing my phase'/><author><name>fio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06581787707963662675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAmg0VHOGec/SO8oMNV3DoI/AAAAAAAAABY/nDbXiIiKHJ4/S220/%24221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
