<?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-2499259401897919741</id><updated>2011-11-02T04:23:57.440-07:00</updated><category term='no camera please'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='me amor'/><category term='crap machine'/><category term='people'/><category term='lalalaaa'/><category term='school is cool'/><category term='lookie lookie'/><category term='meow meow'/><category term='drama queen'/><category term='where did i go?'/><category term='daily headlines'/><category term='suka suka'/><title type='text'>call it whatever you want :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-3613064106353661300</id><published>2011-04-24T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:35:29.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is peepeefeet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know its an extremely weird name to name a cat. but i am weird like that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DDMDkuWyMIw/TbTn2txS5TI/AAAAAAAAAqs/u9hh81ff5yc/s1600/Picture0041.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DDMDkuWyMIw/TbTn2txS5TI/AAAAAAAAAqs/u9hh81ff5yc/s320/Picture0041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599355163913676082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12mwhuWkOpM/TbTn2QNW6mI/AAAAAAAAAqk/aPsllE02I8Y/s1600/Picture0032.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12mwhuWkOpM/TbTn2QNW6mI/AAAAAAAAAqk/aPsllE02I8Y/s320/Picture0032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599355155978316386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RvRCVulTqn8/TbTn19QhisI/AAAAAAAAAqc/r4BTnX7raXY/s1600/Picture0025.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RvRCVulTqn8/TbTn19QhisI/AAAAAAAAAqc/r4BTnX7raXY/s320/Picture0025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599355150891322050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Pdg_0put6k/TbTn1xAVErI/AAAAAAAAAqU/3AiQAPhr7rg/s1600/Picture0028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Pdg_0put6k/TbTn1xAVErI/AAAAAAAAAqU/3AiQAPhr7rg/s320/Picture0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599355147602170546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ca6UPFmdLw/TbTn1rtQcmI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dpDj3Xdu5qY/s1600/Picture0024.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ca6UPFmdLw/TbTn1rtQcmI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dpDj3Xdu5qY/s320/Picture0024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599355146179998306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this little devil is just a stray cat who likes to pretend like she lives in our house. she's super smart and have a talent in persuading people to share food with her. well, she's been away for a very long time so i assume someone must have taken her to live with them cause she's super friendly and tak malu. but to my surprise she came back last two nights. i don't think she's a normal cat, maybe she's a devil or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-3613064106353661300?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3613064106353661300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=3613064106353661300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3613064106353661300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3613064106353661300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-peepeefeet.html' title='this is peepeefeet!'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DDMDkuWyMIw/TbTn2txS5TI/AAAAAAAAAqs/u9hh81ff5yc/s72-c/Picture0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-697969113743260488</id><published>2011-03-27T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:44:39.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of a beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;guess who's finishing matrics? heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how time flies when you're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FUN?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; yeah. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;matrics is no fun brothers and sisters. but we gotta do what we gotta do, kan? after almost one year living in this hellish place, it's finally coming to an end. yeayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butttttt, that also means that our finals is nearing, fastttt. do pray for me people because if you do then i promise i'll write in this blog more often when i finished this matrics programme. (i know i said that the last time but i really haven't got the time. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say although i really hate to be here and am dying to finish and go back to the comfort of my home, i would really miss my friends that i met here. they are super-dee-duper awesome!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;note that nothing is more awesome-r than super-dee-duper awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially my classmates, because some of them stay as far as terengganu. and all my lecturers, our mentor, akak koperasi (?). &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ewww, okay that's gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll definitely miss my dorm neighbours who are all so funny and friendly. my roommates whom i've already consider them as sisters now :') i would miss habsah the most though cause she's staying far away in KL and most because both of us wanted the same things in life, well, most of it anyways. finally i've met someone who is also passionate about being a psychologist as i have always been. as for mahirah, she is practically my neighbour in subang so yeah, i'm gonna see her often even after matrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh this is so emotional so i'm gonna stop right here. might be posting pictures soon so do wait for it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i end this post with a goodbye and an offer. i really do not know what i'm going to do after matrics. so if you need a maid do call me okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL okay that was a joke. really, it is. my mum have already booked me for that job. ho ho ho so excited cant wait -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, have a nice day blogworms! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-4150553838823989770</id><published>2011-02-03T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:53:14.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*bing!*</title><content type='html'>for the first time in my life i feel miserable but actually think that its okay to feel that way because i know that it is just a phase and will pass soon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know now how it feels to be alone when the people that u think will always be there for u isn't there this time to stand by your side. and its okay because now i know that i am capable of doing things on my own without depending on others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i understand now that sometimes we just need our own space and be given time to ourselves because time apparently heals any given pain. sometimes we don't realize that we actually need time on our own, and we keep on trying to pull people into our life, thinking that two is actually better than one. but when we end up being alone despite our effort to find company, then only we realize that, &lt;i&gt;hey! this isn't so bad after all! its actually good for me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;being alone doesn't mean that you have to be lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this might sound sad and pathetic to some of u who are reading this. i would think so too if i didn't know any better. but think about this, if you can't stand being with your own self, how do u expect others to stand being with u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wow, it amazes me how matured and wise i am becoming now. i blame it on the wisdom tooth that's growing. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-4150553838823989770?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4150553838823989770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=4150553838823989770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4150553838823989770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4150553838823989770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2011/02/bing.html' title='*bing!*'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-1560572381091326745</id><published>2011-01-17T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T19:27:13.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i die young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7NJqUN9TClM?fs=1" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;If I die young, bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down on a, bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;Sink me in the river, at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no&lt;br /&gt;Ain't even gray, but she buries her baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had, just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die young, bury me in satin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down on a, bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;Sink me in the river, at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had, just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm as green as the ring on my little, cold finger, I've&lt;br /&gt;Never known the lovin' of a man&lt;br /&gt;But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand, there's a&lt;br /&gt;Boy here in town says he'll, love my forever&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought forever could be severed by&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;I've had, just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I never did is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell them for a dollar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're worth so much more after I'm a goner&lt;br /&gt;And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'&lt;br /&gt;Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die young, bury me in satin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down on a, bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;Sink me in the river, at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ballad of a dove&lt;br /&gt;Go with peace and love&lt;br /&gt;Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Save them for a time when your really gonna need them, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had, just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-1560572381091326745?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/1560572381091326745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=1560572381091326745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-1220978799929325673</id><published>2010-12-25T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:50:55.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fish. all of you.</title><content type='html'>i've heard enough apologies this weekend to last me a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the dramatic intro. but i must point out that being apologized to constantly, i dare say, is as annoying as not being apologized to. do you get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being apologized to constantly means that people have high tendency to make mistakes that will result in making your life more shitty than it already is. its like as if there's a big fat sign on your forehead that says. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hey, i'm your fucking punching bag. just do it and you can always say sorry later! :)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while not being apologized to is easier because when the other person messed up and didnt apologise for it, u can curse that person's mother in 10 different languages for all he cares and not feeling guilty for doing it cause deep inside both of you know that other person deserves it. we call that mutual understanding, no hard feelings, problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly, strongly believe that killing a person by poking every part of his body by using a fork  is more evil than if u just stab a knife right into his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can collect all the 'sorry's i've been receiving throughout my life in the form of 1 dollar bill, i'd be richer than bill gates and oprah winfrey with their bank accounts put together. wouldn't that be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but money is not as satisfying as giving punishment. then what shall we do to these people who thinks they can go around and do as they like without thinking about the consequences of their action on the person who's emotion is about to be permanently affected by it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physical punisment is always the most satisfying of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, next time when your team member is being the biggest jerk on earth and not doing his job right and try to make it up to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or when your best friend wants to hang out with you but whenener u invited him, he makes up 1001 stupid excuses for not being able to make it and try to make up to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or when someone ask you to pick him up at the lrt station and you waited for his call until you fell asleep and when you wake up to see 10 misscalls on your cell phone and when you called back he says he's already on the way home with another person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just direct all your anger to your tightly balled up fist and give them the best blow you could ever give to anyone right in the middle of their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that, my dear blog readers, will just do the trick :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: my cat bit my left hand for no apparent reason and it hurts like hell. don't be shocked if the next time you see me my eyes are rolled backwards with foam on my mouth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/TRY1q4j3WWI/AAAAAAAAApc/ujiztSJYins/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/TRY1q4j3WWI/AAAAAAAAApc/ujiztSJYins/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554686201261676898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p.p.s: i'm gonna go this short! oh yeahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-1220978799929325673?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/1220978799929325673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=1220978799929325673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/1220978799929325673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/1220978799929325673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2010/12/fish-all-of-you.html' title='fish. all of you.'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/TRY1q4j3WWI/AAAAAAAAApc/ujiztSJYins/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-4521756200045620938</id><published>2010-06-11T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T03:32:45.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><title type='text'>sad sad</title><content type='html'>i'm not going back this week. so its gonna be my first weekend here. away from home :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone, please come visit. take me out or bring me kfc :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can't go back this week cause there's gonna be an election for the student body tomorrow. technically we can go back tomorrow at 2 after the voting session ends. but since my parents are not in town, i don't think i can go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, its not worth the time. because i have to be back on sunday before 7. yeah, curfew suck balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill far, 9 more months to go and then you're gonna be outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, have a nice weekend with me people ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-4521756200045620938?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' 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life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person you bitch about all the time might be the one who got your back through the hardest times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person you love might not be the one you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;life is ironic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-8164878085174235008?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/8164878085174235008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=8164878085174235008' title='0 Comments'/><link 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gonna use blogging as a medium to improve my english. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) the freaking plug in my freaking room (at KMS banting) has just been repaired. awesome possum. now i can charge my awesome new phone and use my awesome new laptop and write in my awesome blog whenever i want to. awesome huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yaaa, for those of you who still dont know, i am now officially a college student. *claps claps* currently doing my matriculation in Kolej Matrikulasi Selangor in Banting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome new life, awesome new friends, awesome new environment, not so awesome new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT SUCKS TO BE THE FIRST BATCH PEOPLE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is even suckier to be living at the 4th floor of the last college dorm that is far from almost everything else. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i aint gonna complain cause i aint weak bebeh. okay, i have to admit i cried the first night i was there. thanks haiqal for keeping me sane and be there for me when i needed u :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that place kinda suck to me before maybe because i'm not used to being far from home. no shower and heater, no washing machine and the most importantly, the food there was beyond disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its all good now. the food has improved a lot! and i made lotsa new friends! and i get to eat at the boys' cafe everyday! hahahaha. the food there are cheaper and much more delicious compared to both of the girls' cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;in conclusion, although life is much harder now and the exhaustion is unbearable at times, i hate to say this but i love my new life. it changed me a lot as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to mama and abah for fetching me back and forth from subang to banting and vice versa every weekend. and yes, i do go back every weekend cause i like it that way. manja kan? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise to write more often now and keep u guys/girls updated. my schedule is very very veryyyy tight nowadays, so i'll try my very best to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go build a water rocket now. till then, toodles oodles noodles~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*excuse the countless &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesomes&lt;/span&gt; in this post. its my new favourite word ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-1215433042586385208?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NPSF1i0gI/AAAAAAAAApA/FvVkAkDafb4/s1600-h/P1162969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427769148134576642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NPSF1i0gI/AAAAAAAAApA/FvVkAkDafb4/s320/P1162969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NPRwVA3PI/AAAAAAAAAo4/-xnnS2f5cJY/s1600-h/P1162950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427769142360988914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NPRwVA3PI/AAAAAAAAAo4/-xnnS2f5cJY/s320/P1162950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NPRcwGNlI/AAAAAAAAAow/lEKGnpE8GH4/s1600-h/P1163026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427769137105876562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NPRcwGNlI/AAAAAAAAAow/lEKGnpE8GH4/s320/P1163026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NPQ96IFHI/AAAAAAAAAoo/7w_tyHnXmKk/s1600-h/P1163032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427769128826442866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NPQ96IFHI/AAAAAAAAAoo/7w_tyHnXmKk/s320/P1163032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NFe3VSuiI/AAAAAAAAAog/xoHZfV3Ak7o/s1600-h/P1163014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427758372463229474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NFe3VSuiI/AAAAAAAAAog/xoHZfV3Ak7o/s320/P1163014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NFeU73V9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/j6JgyQ83Oc8/s1600-h/P1173058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427758363229771730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NFeU73V9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/j6JgyQ83Oc8/s320/P1173058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NFd0Y1XlI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/16iAptM6wDA/s1600-h/P1162998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427758354492907090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NFd0Y1XlI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/16iAptM6wDA/s320/P1162998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NFduEUu7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/hYmrW4ZR8pg/s1600-h/P1162985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427758352796269490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NFduEUu7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/hYmrW4ZR8pg/s320/P1162985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NFdEiT0zI/AAAAAAAAAoA/4PWorb0Wt5A/s1600-h/P1162930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427758341647749938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NFdEiT0zI/AAAAAAAAAoA/4PWorb0Wt5A/s320/P1162930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-2268362982316852365?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1NPSk1H6GI/AAAAAAAAApI/OVTg7UVdFEQ/s72-c/P1162975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-6629669375274158099</id><published>2010-01-13T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T08:50:15.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you're 18, everything suppose to make sense. HALF TRUE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREATEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVER &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a big thank you to all my friends who did a great job at organizing my surprise party. it was great and i can't ask for anything better. they're such good liars! i admit, i was fooled. i felt like being punk'd on MTV except that there was no ashton kutcher. well, i'll get my revenge soon &gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dedicate this post specially to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426446492770348114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S06cVao9rFI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-J9EOHJo9gI/s320/18953_236363798422_757073422_3288929_4652242_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;sharinna n nabilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S06cUmiJNnI/AAAAAAAAAno/ylNXUY0aIhA/s1600-h/P4052337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426446478783100530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S06cUmiJNnI/AAAAAAAAAno/ylNXUY0aIhA/s320/P4052337.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S06cR-_amvI/AAAAAAAAAng/wFvRMXhuV8g/s1600-h/PB102803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426446433808718578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S06cR-_amvI/AAAAAAAAAng/wFvRMXhuV8g/s320/PB102803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isaac, iris n stella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1M-hP9Yk7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/fWMyD4Wt9Mw/s1600-h/PB180745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427750716852179890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S1M-hP9Yk7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/fWMyD4Wt9Mw/s320/PB180745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haiqal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; abu, tasha, adam, kamarul, husna, effy, ab, nadiah, ian, rahul, sherwin, jacob and zharif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you &lt;em&gt;gazillion&lt;/em&gt; much! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-6629669375274158099?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6629669375274158099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=6629669375274158099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6629669375274158099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6629669375274158099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2010/01/18.html' title='18'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/S06cVao9rFI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-J9EOHJo9gI/s72-c/18953_236363798422_757073422_3288929_4652242_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-880011207888990883</id><published>2009-12-17T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:36:05.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g1lTWXa0oyA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g1lTWXa0oyA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm five years old, it's getting cold, I've got my big coat on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you, I run and run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides, look now, the sky is gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why all the trees change in the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I know you're not scared of anything at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I know I had the best day with you today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm thirteen now and don't know how my friends could be so mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And we talk and window shop 'til I've forgotten all their names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I know I had the best day with you today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;God smiles on my little brother, inside and out, he's better than I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I had the best days with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a video I found from back when I was three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarfs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And Daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And now I know why the all the trees change in the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you were on my side even when I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I love you for giving me your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For staying back and watching me shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I didn't know if you knew, so I'm takin' this chance to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That I had the best day with you today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-880011207888990883?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/880011207888990883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=880011207888990883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/880011207888990883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/880011207888990883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-day.html' title='the best day'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-6064510514242150294</id><published>2009-12-15T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:51:08.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my silly teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my class teacher, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Puan Noradzlinda&lt;/span&gt; IM-ed me on facebook just to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"sorry ganggu.. cikgu nak mintak tolong sikit.. husband cikgu&lt;br /&gt;tak cukup neighbor, boleh add farah jadi friends dia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"kesian kat dia.. nak upgrade farm tapi tak cukup neighbor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my class teacher is so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-6064510514242150294?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6064510514242150294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=6064510514242150294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6064510514242150294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6064510514242150294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-silly-teacher.html' title='my silly teacher'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-4210410775883148576</id><published>2009-12-12T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:30:07.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>camerakurakuramarama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want to buy a new &lt;strong&gt;digital camera&lt;/strong&gt;. anyone wants to suggest anything? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it must be: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;NOT SO EXPENSIVE RM400-600&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;NOT SO BULKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;NOT SO LOUSY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;NOT SO GAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm desperado but i'm too lazy to google&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-4210410775883148576?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4210410775883148576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=4210410775883148576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4210410775883148576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4210410775883148576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/12/camerakurakuramarama.html' title='camerakurakuramarama'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-5424890716392536530</id><published>2009-12-12T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:22:56.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama queen'/><title type='text'>limit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;every person in this world has their own limit point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;it shows how much pain one can endure, how tough they are, how patient they are, how strong they are at keeping up with the nonsense that other people create for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but what happens when a person have reached his/her limit point and realize that they couldn't take it anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;as for me, every time i felt like breaking, i kept telling myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm flexible, i'm stretchable. i'm like a rubber, and rubbers don't break."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, they don't. but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hearts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-5424890716392536530?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/5424890716392536530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=5424890716392536530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5424890716392536530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5424890716392536530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/12/limit.html' title='limit'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-2755539210625674901</id><published>2009-12-04T10:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:47:34.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>what would you do if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;two of your friends fight and you know one of them is at fault while the other one is suffering because of it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heh. no comment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-2755539210625674901?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2755539210625674901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=2755539210625674901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2755539210625674901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2755539210625674901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-do-you-do-if.html' title='what would you do if...'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-2185715352065254279</id><published>2009-12-03T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T06:55:42.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm like a dwarf and you're like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, intan, sera and i went to strawberry fields for dinner today. well, early dinner at least since it was only 6.30 then. we were having so much fun chitchatting UNTIL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeng jeng jeng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kid came out of nowhere and ask for donation. he said he was from an orphanage and he's collecting donation by selling this 'minyak urut' wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing about him that pisses me off is the fact that he asked for a specific amount of money. say, 10 bucks. aren't donation suppose to be like 'suka-hati-kita-lah-nak-bagi-berapa-ringgit'? any amount will do as long as its sincere, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, was his shitty attitude that made me feel like slapping him on the lips (sepak bibir, inside joke) the conversation between us sounded something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kid:&lt;/span&gt; assalamualaikum. kak, saya dari rumah anak2 yatim nak mintak derma...blabla...minyak ni 10 ringgit...blablabla.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;intan:&lt;/span&gt; sorry la dik, kitorang takde duit kecik. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kid:&lt;/span&gt; kak, ni untuk rumah anak2 yatim kak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;intan:&lt;/span&gt; tapi kitorang tengah tunggu mak kitorang datang. and kitorang pun bawak duit cukup2 nak makan. (seriously)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kid:&lt;/span&gt; kak, tolong la ni untuk rumah anak2 yatim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;intan:&lt;/span&gt; mintak maaf banyak2. kitorang memang takde duit kecik. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kid:&lt;/span&gt; akak tukar la duit. (&lt;strong&gt;WHATAFUCKKK&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*we were so pissed by now*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;intan:&lt;/span&gt; far, awak la cakap dengan dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; dik, kitorang memang takde duit kecik. ape kata adik pergi mintak dengan orang lain. *i made a face*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i'm so evil, i know. but somebody gotta teach that kid some manners. he's so pushy and rude. at last, i gave up and gave him 1 buck to make him leave. after that, he left, walked right past intan and intan heard him said something like, &lt;em&gt;"ada duit tapi taknak bagi"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again. &lt;strong&gt;WHATAFUCKKKK?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suka hati bapak aku la nak bagi berapa pun. anak yatim ke, anak ape ke, kisah ape aku. kalau perangai macam tu, tak guna mintak sedekah. pegi jual cd porn je lagi baik dari buat dosa sakitkan hati orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually very cool when it comes to people asking for donation. i'd give everytime anyone ask, except for when i don't bring enough money or when that person asking for it looks like someone who would enjoy the money by buying drugs afterwards or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but this kid was really pathetic and ..... what's 'tak sedar diri' in english? hah, that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, i'm letting it go know. fuhhhh~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-2185715352065254279?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2185715352065254279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=2185715352065254279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2185715352065254279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FANAAAAAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.10.2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not everyday your bestfriend turns seventeen. fana has *finally* joined the sexy seventeen club yesterday. so we went to a restaurant in bangsar to celebrate. the place was awesome, so was the people who came. but the shisha kinda sucked. it was like sandpaper against my throat. okay, i'm being overdramatic. tapi i terer boleh keluarkan asap dari hidung. sikit ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SuGf8mPNHWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/1N4foGQMGkU/s1600-h/PA222783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395769691971853666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SuGf8mPNHWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/1N4foGQMGkU/s320/PA222783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; **birthday girl**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SuGf8G_gTNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/yLjENNgRsIo/s1600-h/PA222789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395769683584502994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SuGf8G_gTNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/yLjENNgRsIo/s320/PA222789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SuGesY-zJ4I/AAAAAAAAAmY/HOV7MV4dJJ8/s1600-h/PA222791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395768314023847810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SuGesY-zJ4I/AAAAAAAAAmY/HOV7MV4dJJ8/s320/PA222791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SuGesFTinEI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/w8mbVV07F0c/s1600-h/PA222803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395768308742134850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SuGesFTinEI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/w8mbVV07F0c/s320/PA222803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SuGertGSJFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gi2WjkO0XTg/s1600-h/PA222805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395768302244078674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SuGertGSJFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gi2WjkO0XTg/s320/PA222805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SuGerXHtESI/AAAAAAAAAmA/4hqAPCZYEtc/s1600-h/PA222801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395768296344457506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SuGerXHtESI/AAAAAAAAAmA/4hqAPCZYEtc/s320/PA222801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, next on the list is my birthday. i nak buat birthday party dekat mcd. tak main la party dekat club. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-1923228977396536919?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/1923228977396536919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=1923228977396536919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/1923228977396536919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/1923228977396536919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/10/fanas-birthday.html' title='fana&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SuGf8mPNHWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/1N4foGQMGkU/s72-c/PA222783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-9025219674585635688</id><published>2009-10-16T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T06:24:17.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>team who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SthvRRWkymI/AAAAAAAAAlo/qS2RnsF8jl4/s1600-h/293_ad_TLautner_101509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393182896282716770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SthvRRWkymI/AAAAAAAAAlo/qS2RnsF8jl4/s320/293_ad_TLautner_101509.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SthvQ-4BxLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/XVh_pAhxsF8/s1600-h/293_ad_Lautner_101509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393182891322754226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SthvQ-4BxLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/XVh_pAhxsF8/s320/293_ad_Lautner_101509.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SIZZLING HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh my,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; i'm definitely on team jacob. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so long, edward cullen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;credits to eonline.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-9025219674585635688?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/9025219674585635688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=9025219674585635688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/9025219674585635688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/9025219674585635688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/10/team-who.html' title='team who?'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Corey's eyes are like a jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He smiles, it's like the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He whispers songs into my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In words that nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's pretty girls on every corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That watch him as he's walking home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saying, does he know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will you ever know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're beautiful, every little piece, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't you know, you're really gonna be someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ask anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when you find everything you looked for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope your life leads you back to my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, but if it don't, stay beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Corey finds another way to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The highlight of my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm taking pictures with my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I can save 'em for a rainy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's hard to make a conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When he's taking my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Hey, by the way'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're beautiful, every little piece, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't you know, you're really gonna be someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ask anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when you find everything you looked for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope your life leads you back to my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, but if it don't, stay beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you and I are a story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That never gets told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If what you are is a daydream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll never get to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At least you'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're beautiful, every little piece, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't you know, you're really gonna be someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ask anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when you find everything you looked for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope your life leads you back to my front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, but if it don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will you stay beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;taylor swift - stay beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-366718144303088424?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/366718144303088424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=366718144303088424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/366718144303088424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/366718144303088424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-pretty-boy.html' title='to my pretty boy,'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-8184341779190726364</id><published>2009-10-09T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:08:10.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><title type='text'>best advice ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;met a distant aunt of mine at my uncle's funeral on thursday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt;: how old are you? buat apa sekarang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: seventeen. SPM tahun ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt;: ohh, dah besar daaahhhhh. lama betul tak jumpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: ... *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt;: cepat eh diorang ni besar sekarang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt;: haha, tulaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt;: takpela, as long as diorang tak mintak kawin cepat sudah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt;: aunty dulu kawin umur 18. believe me, i know. don't repeat my mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: heheh. *speechless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DAMN, that is exactly what i planned on doing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-8184341779190726364?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/8184341779190726364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=8184341779190726364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/8184341779190726364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/8184341779190726364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-advice-ever.html' title='best advice ever'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-8035482459216029878</id><published>2009-10-09T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:28:57.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where did i go?'/><title type='text'>the pretty old haunted castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've delayed this post for too long now. hehe. now i have a purpose to blog again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these are the pictures i managed to take during my visit to Carey Island a few months back. i don't remember when that was though, but i do remember that it was an awesome trip! well, not exactly a trip, my mum went for some course thingamajig there. so, my father brought us along to pick her up after she finished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while we were there, my mum suggested that we visit a few interesting places there. one of them is the Hatter's Castle. "how come there's a castle in the middle of the palm oil plantation?!" i thought. but it turns out to be that the castle belongs to the founder of the island. i don't know how true is that because wiki clearly stated that some guy named Valentine Carey found the island. who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, the castle didn't look like the typical stereotype castle. it was more like an old-fashioned bungalow house with a huge ass yard and a creepy atmosphere. but its was so beautiful i almost cried :') now, let the pictures do the talking, shall we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9kG7BqD2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Qzg24QIs5Yk/s1600-h/P7312663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390637349072408418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9kG7BqD2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Qzg24QIs5Yk/s320/P7312663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;huge ass garden view taken from the upstairs balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9iyr15dfI/AAAAAAAAAlI/y1WB6RQOnLM/s1600-h/P7312702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390635901887542770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9iyr15dfI/AAAAAAAAAlI/y1WB6RQOnLM/s320/P7312702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9ix7Uw5PI/AAAAAAAAAlA/I536kQkZF1o/s1600-h/P7312700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390635888863667442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9ix7Uw5PI/AAAAAAAAAlA/I536kQkZF1o/s320/P7312700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spot the owl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9ixVsMqDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/dJM9utzBy78/s1600-h/P7312693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390635878761408562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9ixVsMqDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/dJM9utzBy78/s320/P7312693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;creepy tree and the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9iwiaUmeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GLKobcikVaY/s1600-h/P7312648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390635864996223458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9iwiaUmeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GLKobcikVaY/s320/P7312648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9fae49Q1I/AAAAAAAAAko/ZWaj6vylY4g/s1600-h/P7312669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390632187558970194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9fae49Q1I/AAAAAAAAAko/ZWaj6vylY4g/s320/P7312669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cute eh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9fZwkcBNI/AAAAAAAAAkg/k-gdYTUFOJI/s1600-h/P7312660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390632175124874450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9fZwkcBNI/AAAAAAAAAkg/k-gdYTUFOJI/s320/P7312660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9fZfw1yNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/YTCPC2pXzsk/s1600-h/P7312657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390632170613491922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9fZfw1yNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/YTCPC2pXzsk/s320/P7312657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; creepy tree no. 2. there's three of them all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9fYZ-Oz8I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PEYzblQRq9c/s1600-h/P7312642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390632151879176130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9fYZ-Oz8I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PEYzblQRq9c/s320/P7312642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wardrobe, a walk in type. one of them even have a secret passage to allow the owner to escape in case there's an emergency. useful during the Japanese occupation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9fX6KeLvI/AAAAAAAAAkI/BU125yD_j0w/s1600-h/P7312628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390632143340580594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9fX6KeLvI/AAAAAAAAAkI/BU125yD_j0w/s320/P7312628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the driveway taken from the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we ended the castle tour, we asked the caretaker whether there have been any 'funny' things happened before at the castle. at first he refused to tell us but the he gave up. he said, there's this one time when he was doing his routine rounding to check whether all the switches have been switched off. he walked into the living room absent-mindedly and said "assalamualaikum" out of habit, and suddenly, somebody answered "waalaikumussalam" out of nowhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we asked what kind of ghost he normally encounters, he said a ghost dressed in colonial era outfit have been seen around the castle, with a rifle in his hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;how can a Caucasian ghost greets "waalaikumussalam"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-8035482459216029878?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/8035482459216029878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=8035482459216029878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/8035482459216029878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/8035482459216029878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/10/pretty-old-haunted-castle.html' title='the pretty old haunted castle'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ss9kG7BqD2I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Qzg24QIs5Yk/s72-c/P7312663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-6398932063223280003</id><published>2009-10-03T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:20:07.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>i can't smile without youuu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ssdqo_tdDHI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2w0YL3VajfI/s1600-h/P9202756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388392731701480562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ssdqo_tdDHI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2w0YL3VajfI/s320/P9202756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;god bless this ugly child. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i saja nak upload gambar kat sini eventhough dah upload kat facebook :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is, as u all have guessed, my baju raya for this year. i was suppose to buy one in blue *winkwink*, but it was hard to find one that can fit perfectly on me. as my body is "unproportional" in a way. lol. so i just bought this one because the kakak indon said the bright colour compliments my fair skin. awww. that kakak indon also gave a a crash course on how to wear the &lt;em&gt;kain pario&lt;/em&gt; that came along with this outfit. fuh, it wasn't easy i must say. imagine the risk of having to face with public humiliation when the kain pario can fall at any time. okay why am i crapping and telling u all this? jeez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so i got bored with blogging. wanna know why? because now i play farmville at facebook! wanna be my neighbor? hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't believe i'm turning eighteen 3 months from now! ohmygosh! i'm getting old :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i was younger, i used to say, "ohhh, lambat nye nak besar. tak sabar nak habis skola and pergi club and drive and boleh pergi mengundi... -.-" ni especially masa form 2 la. but now when i'm getting close to be able to do all that, i realise that i don't want to grow up just to be able to do all that. i am willing to give up all of that so-called freedom just so that i can stay this way, young and innocent, as long as i can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i do wanna grow tall no matter what :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now at this age i always say things like, "grrr, gila lambat nak besar. tak sabar nak kawin" or "bila la nak besar and jadi kaya gila and tinggal kat UK." but i know that when the time comes, i will not want the same things as i want now. i just want to stay the way i am now and not grow and pray for the time to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can you imagine yourself being old? i know i cant. i hope even when i'm older, my mind will stay the same, only wiser. i wanna be as fun, (hahaha, me? fun? i know) open-minded and cool as i am now. cehh, in other words, i dont wanna turn out like my mum. KIDDING! although my mum makes the funniest old-people-lame-jokes. i once told her this, "mother, now i know where i got my lame genes from -.-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, i call her 'mother' when i'm annoyed with her. just like when she calls me 'farah' when she's angry at me. my grandaunt calls me 'farah deeba' when she doesnt get any response from me after calling me by my real name. my uncles on the other hand, call me 'farah debab' because they think its funny. how sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay enough crapping. i'll shut now, thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-6398932063223280003?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6398932063223280003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=6398932063223280003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6398932063223280003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6398932063223280003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-smile-without-youuu.html' title='i can&apos;t smile without youuu.'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Ssdqo_tdDHI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2w0YL3VajfI/s72-c/P9202756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-3955410812608269047</id><published>2009-09-09T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:01:11.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>hiding from the spotlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today is one of the day that made me realize how clumsy/reckless/stupid i am. i missed the section C chemistry paper 1. i swear i've checked and i thought i've done it. oh well, at least i managed to answer half of it during the last few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its nice to know there are people who love you as much as you love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have a big plan for next month *winkwink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FABULOUS FINDS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379715226052472354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqiWfsGeLiI/AAAAAAAAAiA/8iWt-679DOY/s320/malindiLeopard_10438_pair_67D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leopard print crocs.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;diha has a pair in brown :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkfsUYt7-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/IIJHqAv1HqM/s1600-h/diva-wise-owl-necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379866076117856226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkfsUYt7-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/IIJHqAv1HqM/s320/diva-wise-owl-necklace.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;owl necklace.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the one i saw at sunway was purple in colour with a splash of turquoise and pink. see it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diva.net.au/get_productdetail.asp?rid=109&amp;amp;rnm=Arabian"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379860113341701986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkaRPUGX2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/o6VMLp9NWA0/s320/66671467.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; F21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkaQZMjGAI/AAAAAAAAAig/KVXBUvzAYw8/s1600-h/60482563-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379860098814515202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkaQZMjGAI/AAAAAAAAAig/KVXBUvzAYw8/s320/60482563-04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; F21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379860092508050226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkaQBs-EzI/AAAAAAAAAiY/DgH2FDDsR_0/s320/66650182-01.jpg" /&gt;F21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkaPrrHUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/45-SxI5Sy7s/s1600-h/22340934_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379860086594686994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkaPrrHUBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/45-SxI5Sy7s/s320/22340934_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dorothy perkins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkdznEEL1I/AAAAAAAAAjI/bC7yY-uYr_M/s1600-h/64250782-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379864002367336274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkdznEEL1I/AAAAAAAAAjI/bC7yY-uYr_M/s320/64250782-01.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;F21 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkdzL8gqlI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZyWNdka4SfA/s1600-h/63735685-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379863995087891026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkdzL8gqlI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZyWNdka4SfA/s320/63735685-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; F21 &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkfmHAoj6I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Z0VyVbAwUxg/s1600-h/19103803_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379865969447964578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkfmHAoj6I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Z0VyVbAwUxg/s320/19103803_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dorothy perkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Sqkfl_moPtI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kn6fYTsVG_k/s1600-h/18208512_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379865967459843794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Sqkfl_moPtI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kn6fYTsVG_k/s320/18208512_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorothy perkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkflTI66xI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3ZKXh23qse0/s1600-h/18300714_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379865955524078354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqkflTI66xI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3ZKXh23qse0/s320/18300714_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dorothy perkins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-3955410812608269047?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3955410812608269047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=3955410812608269047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3955410812608269047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3955410812608269047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/09/hiding-from-spotlight.html' title='hiding from the spotlight'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SqiWfsGeLiI/AAAAAAAAAiA/8iWt-679DOY/s72-c/malindiLeopard_10438_pair_67D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-8389758632246110596</id><published>2009-08-26T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:42:36.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why i need barbiturate</title><content type='html'>semalam i mimpi i pergi supermarket nak cari mars bar, tapi i tak jumpa yang single packet punya. i pusing satu kedai and all i found was yg mini packs n yang 4 in 1 packs. sedih kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i mimpi lord voldemort tengah hunt i. konon2 macam i ni harry potter female version. i naik kereta malam2, pastu dia panjat bumbung kereta i lompat2. pastu tiba2 ada part pasal hari sukan sekolah pulak. what the?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have trouble sleeping lately. last night, everytime mata i lelap, its like ada orang inject adrenalin dalam badan i. i pun guling like crazy sambil moaning and grumbling, sampai i decide nk tidur duduk sebab tension sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few nights before, i went to bed dengan hati yg duka lara. hahaha. then i bangun pukul 3 pagi, moaning non stop for a moment and then sambung tidur blk. malam kelmarin adik i ckp i moaning dalam tidur, almost like mengigau. kali ni i did it unconciously. apa yang sedih sangat?? i pun taktau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've come to a conclusion. i rasa i kena sampuk. hahaha. tapi bulan puasa ni takda *wooooooooo*. u get what i mean, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i found a website that can translate the meaning of dreams and this is the interpretation of my dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Searching&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psychological Meaning:&lt;/span&gt; What are you trying to find? Your dream search may symbolise the quest to find something physical, emotional, intellectual or spiritual. You may be searching for a new way to solve an old problem. If you dream of searching for someone you know, you may be anxious about your relationship with that person and want to end the emotional separation. Are you sure that this search is worthwhile or is the dream reflecting your feeling of hopelessness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mystical Meaning:&lt;/span&gt; Perhaps your dream is a spiritual search. Myths such as the King Arthur’s knights’ quest for the Holy Grail may be describing the inner process of spiritual transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my dream ada mystical meaning :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-8389758632246110596?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/8389758632246110596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=8389758632246110596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/8389758632246110596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/8389758632246110596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-i-need-barbiturate.html' title='why i need barbiturate'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-8747989804794615599</id><published>2009-08-25T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:46:42.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><title type='text'>chumi and the froggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(macam nama band siot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to blog about something but i dont know what i should blog about :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, i'll just blog about random things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday i went to a golf club for buka puasa. as usual, buka puasa ofcourse buffet style punya. and mind you, i HATE buffet. first; cause i'm a light eater, its such a waste. so don't ajak me pergi buffet at hotels and save your money, haha. second; cause i hate watching people pile up food on their plate with their tamak face. like they've not eaten for weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after buka puasa, we all headed back to mama miah's house. we celebrated yana's birthday! blow candles, watched miss universe, and makan duku langsat sambil duduk bersila depan teevee -.- hahaha. we are so kampung but thats just how we roll, bebeh. but my family is so cool. my cousin brought her bf with her, and to my amazement, my family tak macam judgemental or anything. so i told my mum, "nanti if awa ade bf awa nak bawak pegi family events jugak la." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i said IF. and she said okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i disected a frog at bio tuition just now. in fact, i disected a few of them. i'm so proud of myself! i like them better when they are dead. but they're really2 smelly! dead or alive. i still cant get the fishy smell, or should i say the froggy smell, out of my head. jeeez, its torturing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SpQFvlyxzvI/AAAAAAAAAh4/D3bWO9nMhF8/s1600-h/african_clawed_frog_500w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373926570516926194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SpQFvlyxzvI/AAAAAAAAAh4/D3bWO9nMhF8/s320/african_clawed_frog_500w.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone brought something like this one, freakishly big! n it's heart keep on beating even after it's been cut off from the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my holiday is not that great. maybe its because of the fasting month. cant go to kopitiam to lepak, too hungry do do anything. so i just stayed at home, paint my room. only go out of the house for tuitions and bazaar ramadhan. yes, i'm so devoted to my studies i haven't miss any tuitions yet. heh heh. *kening kening* (as amer arif would put it, inside joke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so tomorrow's the fifth day peeps. i'm going out for berbuka *sigh* maybe i need to socialize more, hehe. have a great fasting people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-8747989804794615599?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/8747989804794615599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=8747989804794615599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/8747989804794615599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/8747989804794615599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/08/chumi-and-froggies.html' title='chumi and the froggies'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SpQFvlyxzvI/AAAAAAAAAh4/D3bWO9nMhF8/s72-c/african_clawed_frog_500w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-2524112068606544550</id><published>2009-08-23T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:50:17.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><title type='text'>me and the paint brush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;song of the mo' :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;honest mistake - the bravery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;my guitar rock jam :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;tengah cat my bedroom. nanti i post pictures if ada masa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cuba teka colour ape! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;puasa kali ni tak macam puasa dulu2. now if pegi bazaar, i akan beli maximum 2 items je. bukan 10 macam last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maybe coz wisdom tooth i baru tumbuh. so i'm wiser now. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;selamat berpuasa, blogworms!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-2524112068606544550?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2524112068606544550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=2524112068606544550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2524112068606544550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2524112068606544550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-and-paint-brush.html' title='me and the paint brush'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-5868726958400279304</id><published>2009-08-20T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T02:30:11.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><title type='text'>i am so angry my head can explode.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;"i hate almost everything about you. and yet i am still here, attached to you like glue."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 things about me that i feel like sharing:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;1. my current credit balance is RM17.60($.$)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;2. someone have a problem with my stubbornness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;3. i don't get to watch g.i. joe because i wasn't invited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;4. my addmaths paper2 was freakishly hard like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;5. i just got a new (lame) phone 2 days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;6. i got RM52 in my tabung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;7. i feel like grabbing everything i see and stuff them in the washing machine. *cleaning mode*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;8. i will not be going for the 10 hour biology seminar thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;9. i can't wait to buy my red kebaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;10. someone needs to tell my bestfriend that he needs to stop smoking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-5868726958400279304?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/5868726958400279304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=5868726958400279304' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5868726958400279304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5868726958400279304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-so-angry-my-head-can-explode.html' title='i am so angry my head can explode.'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-5887632420030682774</id><published>2009-08-15T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:27:40.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><title type='text'>the forgotten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i just had another dream of him last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we, the family, talked bout him during dinner yesterday. i told them how he's been appearing in my dreams like he's still alive and not yet dead. and they told me it happens because i've not been praying for him. and he thinks i've forgotten about him or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to tell ya the truth, i always remember him. how could i forget? up to this moment, i still couldn't believe that he's gone for good. in all my dreams that i had that has him in it, he's not really gone. although we know that he's no longer alive, but we also know that he always come home to visit us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how can a dead person come and visit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;maybe in reality, they do. spiritualy i mean. but we couldn't see them. if we couldn't see something, doesn't mean its not there, rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when i told my mum this morning about the dream that i had, she told me that i should pray for him more. she said that when he was alive he had loved me unconditionally. so i should show mine by praying for him when he needs my prayers the most, which is now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370412836642689218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SoeKBXFJEMI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-suZ5sdqN-8/s320/PA181533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sometimes we choose not to remember something or someone because we know how much pain we will have to deal with if we choose otherwise.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2499259401897919741-5887632420030682774?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/5887632420030682774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=5887632420030682774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5887632420030682774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5887632420030682774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/08/forgotten.html' title='the forgotten.'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SoeKBXFJEMI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-suZ5sdqN-8/s72-c/PA181533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-4230873416524744814</id><published>2009-08-14T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:39:10.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><title type='text'>not interested</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;song of the mo' :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;search and destroy - iggy pop and the stooges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, today's bio paper was okay. i'd rate it 5/10. mainly 'cause the first 2 questions was from the few chapters that i really focused on revising the night before. usually, i leave my bio paper2 almost 3/4 blank, this time only 1/4 of it was left blank. LOL. never in my life i studied bio like i did for this exam. *pat on the head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in other news, i heard that somebody 'talked' about me behind my back to my best friend. i don't really care if people wanna talk and complaint about me, but constantly doing that to all my closest friends? gosh, is that pathetic or what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;at first, i'm totally cool with this person talking about me to my friends. i thought, hey, maybe he needs someone to talk to and something to talk about. everybody does. but something happened recently that made the relationship between us tensed a bit. but i don't think i was my fault things ended up the way it did 'cause honestly, i was just being nice and trying hard not to hurt his feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but he doesn't realize this. so next time i'm just gonna say things straight the way i feel bout it and stop trying to compose it in pleasant words just so that they won't hurt his feelings. there's no point doing that when he doesn't care bout what i think and what i want. i am what i am, and i want what i want! haha, sound like a big bossy bitch, eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my main point is, i don't appreciate people telling me what i should do and how i should treat my friends or how i should behave. if u feel that i'm not treating you good enough or the way that u think u deserve, then that is not my problem. u should really go check yourself, maybe there's something wrong with YOU, not me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and i really think that friends shouldn't date one another. end of story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-4230873416524744814?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4230873416524744814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=4230873416524744814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4230873416524744814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4230873416524744814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-interested.html' title='not interested'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-4983758419973471985</id><published>2009-08-13T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:46:16.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;song of the mo' :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanna love you forever - Jessica Simpson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm now in the middle of reading Jodi Picoult's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;vanishing acts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. apart from that, i tried reading Stephenie Meyer's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the host&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. but i gotta say, its not her best piece so far. its too early to tell really cause i haven't finish reading yet. exams! pfftt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my book-shopping list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. harry potter and the chamber of secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. harry potter and the goblet of fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. harry potter and the half blood prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. harry potter and the deathly hallows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. the tales of beedle the bart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. the magician's nephew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. the lion, the witch and the wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. the horse and his boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. prince caspian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. the voyage of the dawn treader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. the silver chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. the last battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and all Jodi Picoult's and Cecelia Ahern's books. after i'm finished with all these, i'm gonna start reading &lt;strong&gt;lord of the rings&lt;/strong&gt;. oh god, i hope it doesnt bore me to death. i'm so not into hobbits and creepy old man with excessive facial hair. i'm more like a vampire-werewolf person (cehhh), but i'll try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;if u're asking about my future plans, this is all i got. really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;screw the future people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;love ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-4983758419973471985?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4983758419973471985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=4983758419973471985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4983758419973471985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4983758419973471985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/08/chaos.html' title='chaos'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-1196112645432858338</id><published>2009-08-11T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T06:07:17.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lookie lookie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>she's a genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats the title of my current favourite song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's a genius - JET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dedicate this song to all the ladies out there who doesnt feel afraid to be weird and different from others. we're the ones who makes the world go round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh betapa tandusnya blog entri ku!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;straight to the point, without making any stupid excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i admit that i'm supercalifragilisticespialadociously lazy to post on my blog. in fact, i'm lazy to do almost everything. like waking up in the morning and force myself to shower. or eat dinner. or replying text messages. or answering my goddamn phone. or going out to the mall. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or flush the toilet after i'm done with my business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha, i'm lazy like thatttt. although the last one is obviously not true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only thing that i cant afford to be lazy is when it comes to study. now is the panic season, i bet all the candidates for SPM 2009 are feeling the exam heat and have started putting on their nerd glasses and thinking caps. and for some, started to boil the biology and history books and notes and drink the essence in hopes to ace the respective subjects in the trial exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as for me, i'm pretending to be busy, reading books and stuff to make the people around me feel the pressure even more. haahaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just had one of the most unacceptable/ridiculous/childish/annoying conversations of my life a few hours ago with a person that i believed could have save me from facing the worst nightmare of my life. to bad that person crushed my hopes :( thank you so much, that person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish i can fly away far from here and only come back when i feel ready. can i skip the phase of my life where i need to have affairs with books instead of men? can i have a life where all i need to do to keep on living besides eating is reading story books? or better yet, living the life of a fictional character of my choice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life ain't that sweet, honey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to end this entry, i would like to promote my school's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;prom nite&lt;/span&gt; that will be held at &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THE ROYALE BINTANG&lt;/span&gt; (near the curve) on &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;19th of december 2009&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the tickets available are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;RM98 per person&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM193 per couple &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM950 per table &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(10 people)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't u dare tell me the price is expensive. u do want it to be the best prom nite ever, rite? :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;payments can be made to me or through other prom committee members. and no, partner of the same gender is not considered as a couple. thank you very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-1196112645432858338?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/1196112645432858338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=1196112645432858338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/1196112645432858338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/1196112645432858338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/08/shes-genius.html' title='she&apos;s a genius'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-2032039648441027545</id><published>2009-07-18T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:52:43.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>harry who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;harry potter has lost its magic. it's becoming more and more boring each time. i watched it with diha, saiful, amer and ikhwa yesterday at sunway (where else!). it was the longest 3 hours of my life. i've never before watched a movie that made me so restless until i felt the strong urge to walk out of the cinema halfway through the movie. harry potter and the half blood prince was the first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that is how uninteresting the movie is. no kidding. but i still love the movie anyway. i will definitely watched the next movie which is if i'm not mistaken &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. &lt;/em&gt;have any idea when it will be premiered?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;my life have been really hectic in the past weeks. magazine stuff and studies and personal life, things that kept me occupied and caused me to have sleepless nights. what can i say, i'm a workaholic! i realized that i have no idea how to be a magazine editor, there's so much thing to do and more things to learn. ITS DAMN HARD :( at times i feel plain stupid and lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here are the pictures from yesterday's late lunch at kenny rogers: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360023352989090354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SmKg10a2gjI/AAAAAAAAAho/RqZcTwIPzvY/s320/P7182598.JPG" /&gt; bestfriend yang emo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SmKg1or3XJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/YCxtxh047Ps/s1600-h/P7182599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360023349839223954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SmKg1or3XJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/YCxtxh047Ps/s320/P7182599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;perempuan yang ada new bf tapi taknak mengaku. heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SmKg1cMstEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/j-Atql4iR7M/s1600-h/P7182595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360023346487276610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SmKg1cMstEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/j-Atql4iR7M/s320/P7182595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;siapa ni? dia duduk dekat meja kitorang pastu makan ayam pakai tangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SmKg03W6OSI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9YKE7IeUsXc/s1600-h/P7182601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360023336597993762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SmKg03W6OSI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9YKE7IeUsXc/s320/P7182601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bakal ahli kelab &lt;em&gt;used-to-be-a-brace-face&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SmKg0hFv-oI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Za_RXp2k3ro/s1600-h/P7182592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360023330620439170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SmKg0hFv-oI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Za_RXp2k3ro/s320/P7182592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;amer belanja :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;life is sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-2032039648441027545?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2032039648441027545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=2032039648441027545' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2032039648441027545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2032039648441027545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-who.html' title='harry who?'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SmKg10a2gjI/AAAAAAAAAho/RqZcTwIPzvY/s72-c/P7182598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-3624086598198149256</id><published>2009-07-03T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T05:47:18.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lookie lookie'/><title type='text'>better than titanic</title><content type='html'>these are the few romance movie that i would like to share with you, my wonderful blogworms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="417" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kjm4oXC6NA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kjm4oXC6NA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="417" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="417" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QSdiAHULMD8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QSdiAHULMD8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="417" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="417" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3G3fILPQAU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3G3fILPQAU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="417" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-3624086598198149256?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3624086598198149256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=3624086598198149256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3624086598198149256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3624086598198149256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/07/better-than-titanic.html' title='better than titanic'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-4204116142229825056</id><published>2009-07-02T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:15:31.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>old old old pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today's post is all about the past. way back when i was in form 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those good ol' days, there's no chance i'll ever gonna forget all the memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meaningful year. the year that i had my first boyfriend :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*RIP first boyfriend*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got myself into three different relationship with 3 different guys that year. i admit, i was &lt;strong&gt;goddamn stupid&lt;/strong&gt; at the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the year that i had a really big fight at school, with that fugly fat &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*insert vulgar word here that rhymes with witch*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i was totally innocent, the victim of the situation. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i discover many new things. meet new people that are way beyond my circle of friend. did lotsa stupid things that i felt like doing and definitely worth doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its like i see the world with a pair of new eyes when i was in form 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Sk2X8JE29DI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3zceeQODirI/s1600-h/far+gila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354102591497630770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Sk2X8JE29DI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3zceeQODirI/s320/far+gila.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cermin toilet rumah shar :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Sk2X73NHJuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/_y_HrvpYBos/s1600-h/bontot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354102586700408546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Sk2X73NHJuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/_y_HrvpYBos/s320/bontot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i still have that shirt and jeans, they still fit. shar (right) on the other hand couldn't fit into her jeans anymore. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lol, jangan mengamuk shar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Sk2X7pbCrmI/AAAAAAAAAgw/UHs1XgQDSs0/s1600-h/far+sakura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354102583000739426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Sk2X7pbCrmI/AAAAAAAAAgw/UHs1XgQDSs0/s320/far+sakura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the most memorable pictures of the bunch&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (ignore the horny face).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;edited by akmalsayang ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;now i'm 3 years older,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;seventeen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;finishing high school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;less drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;my new featured song is awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-4204116142229825056?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4204116142229825056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=4204116142229825056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4204116142229825056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4204116142229825056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-old-old-pictures.html' title='old old old pictures'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Sk2X8JE29DI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3zceeQODirI/s72-c/far+gila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-5388083985305010992</id><published>2009-06-26T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:42:04.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>i left my footprint on your ass</title><content type='html'>like always, i have lots to write about. its been awhile since i my last 'real' post. but nowadays i feel like i can't just write about anything i want here in my blog. because certain things that i would like to write about are rather sensitive, to me and to some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although names will be changed, but i know people would still suspect something is not right. and the one situation i can stand being in (besides being ask about my personal life) is when people ask me about the matters of my blog post. its like freaking awkward, man! what's in the blog stays here, reality is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a totally different person when i blog, I'll switch into my alter ego character, my own version of Mr. Hyde. haha. and sometimes, things that i write here are written with the purpose of just wanting to let it all go, wanting to release the burden so that i can be free of it to be able to move on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life, we can't afford to hold on to things that tend to hold us back from reaching whats better in life. for example, bungee jumping. how can you experience the excitement of adrenalin rushing through your veins, which is the main purpose of bungee jumping, if you don't let your hands off the railing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let go, don't think too much of what might come next, be a free man. a free man is a happy man :) that's what I'm doing, letting go of whatever that upsets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T SAY YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO LET GO. WELL, I'M GONNA TEACH YOU HOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you're gonna have to let yourself feel the pain, embrace it, live it, love it baby! tell yourself that there are more pain to feel in days to come and this is just like a pinch on the arm. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;learn from it. look back and see where you went wrong. put your ego aside and admit it that you did mess up, but never ever ever feel bad about it. everyone make mistakes! you can't turn back time and fix it, can you? what you can do is learn from it and try not to repeat it again in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;when you're ready, create an imaginary box with pretty flower and butterfly prints on it. fill the box with all the sadness, anger, frustrations and bad memories before putting the cover on and tying it securely with a red ribbon with yellow polka dots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;now put that box on the roadside of your life, wave goodbye to it with a smile and walk forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;continue on with your life and when you've achieve what you wanted but didn't get the chance to have it before, then you shall take a look back and you will see that very box by the roadside with that red ribbon with yellow polka dots and pretty flower and butterfly prints. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and you'll say, "what a pretty box, i wonder what's in it?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but you will have better things to do like drinking tropical punch with a slice of pineapple and a mini umbrella on the rim by the beautiful beach of your imagination than wasting your time opening that pretty-looking box.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-5388083985305010992?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/5388083985305010992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=5388083985305010992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5388083985305010992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5388083985305010992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-always-i-have-lots-to-write-about.html' title='i left my footprint on your ass'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-4637383991170240016</id><published>2009-06-22T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T05:22:34.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lalalaaa'/><title type='text'>bing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know that the clubs are weapons of war,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know that diamonds mean money for this art,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But that's not the shape of my heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-sugababes feat sting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-4637383991170240016?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4637383991170240016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=4637383991170240016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4637383991170240016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4637383991170240016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/06/bing.html' title='bing!'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-8857090092075071440</id><published>2009-06-20T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:47:53.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its rockin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDITORIAL BOARD MEETING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, 22 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt; 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1.40 - 2.30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ruang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;legar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;be prepared with ideas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;bring whatever necessary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;be there or be square :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;yours faithfully,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-8857090092075071440?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/8857090092075071440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=8857090092075071440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/8857090092075071440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/8857090092075071440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-rockin.html' title='its rockin'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-6545685226544242738</id><published>2009-06-18T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T05:25:09.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is cool'/><title type='text'>holiday's over, get back to work</title><content type='html'>firstly, i'm writing it here because i'm too lazy to log in into the permata blog. so yeah, listen people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed board members, please la be proactive. start doing your job from now. sorry i can't always tell u what to do. i think what i've explained to u guys are enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sorry for the slow progress of the magazine. blame the exam. now we're doing all the reports on the events that took place at school. and the pictures just arrived, i'm sorting them out to be send to the printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fund-raisers, start selling the advertisements. creatives, now is the perfect time for u guys to design the cover and stuff. photography? *crickets* i wonder why i'm getting all the pictures from teacher? whyyy? and reporters, well, all i know is that syazana and azlyn is doing all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to anyone out there who have ideas that u wanna share to make the magazine more interesting, just see me okay. i'll be beyond happy if u could contribute some ideas, cause i'm running out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n regarding the senior page, i've been informed that some classes are having issues on who should design the senior page. why don't u guys design it together? its best that the pages are not being divided between groups and being design by different groups. thats just wrong people, where's the unity? anyway, as long as the pictures are appropriate (no obscene pictures), then it should be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd, last but not least, there &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be a meeting next week. just wait for the announcement. most probably on wednesday, after school. make yourselves available on that day. i really really really appreciate it if all of you, the ed boards, could make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-6545685226544242738?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6545685226544242738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=6545685226544242738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6545685226544242738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6545685226544242738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays-over-get-back-to-work.html' title='holiday&apos;s over, get back to work'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-3992739212943038787</id><published>2009-06-15T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:06:36.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>tweet tweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting addicted to twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simply cause i can crap all i want like nobody's business there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, i do crap &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt; a lot these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i find it very therapeutic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347585540283291954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SjZwt1aZ2TI/AAAAAAAAAgo/etP1HrSmpCk/s320/P5292528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe i'm not always there with them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i am always there &lt;strong&gt;for &lt;/strong&gt;them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i love you so very very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2499259401897919741-3992739212943038787?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3992739212943038787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=3992739212943038787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3992739212943038787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3992739212943038787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/06/tweet-tweet.html' title='tweet tweet!'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SjZwt1aZ2TI/AAAAAAAAAgo/etP1HrSmpCk/s72-c/P5292528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-3714013826571031847</id><published>2009-06-12T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:46:41.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm like a fertility charm or what</title><content type='html'>its like every time I'm near animals, they tend to get horny and mate with each other. I'll share with u my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;situation 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to pavilion with my aunty last last weekend. we had lunch at the food republic there since we couldn't decide which restaurant to go. while i was eating my not-so-delicious prawn mee, along came a pair of flies flying happily near my left shoulder. i was like, whaddefak with these flies! don't they have somewhere else to be! this is frigging pavilion, how can there be flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to shoo them away but they're just too stubborn i guess. maybe it was my prawn mee that attracted them, but they just flew near my left arm only! how annoying! my aunt who was observing finally said, "maybe they wanna get married." in other words, they're trying to make love with each other. yeah, i think so too. but get a room or something, not on my arm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;situation 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, i was forced by my parents to follow them back to our hometown in muar. the journey took twice the time we usually travel, there was heavy traffic on the way there. blame the holidays! we arrived in the evening. so as usual, when we're in muar, always ask my parents to take us to the tanjung, a place near the muar river bank. what is special about that place is that there are a lot of monkeys there. and visitors are allowed to feed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought 3 packets of peanut and i took one of them and fed a female monkey. she ate the peanut so happily. behind me was a male monkey, i offer a peanut to him but he rejected it, so i assumed that he's not hungry. the suddenly, that male monkey walk towards the female monkey and he HUMPS on her! right in front of my eyes! i quickly shouted at my father who was standing beside me, "ABAH!! DIORANG TENGAH MATING!!" lucky me, there was a whole bunch of crowd at the very place and i bet all of them heard what i said. some of them were laughing and some was just speechless. once again, thanks to that horny monkey, i managed to embarrass myself in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;situation 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle has like a rabbit farm or something at his backyard in my hometown. whenever i went back there, i just couldn't resist to play with the cute little rabbits. one day, i went to the rabbit house to check out on the baby rabbits. i stop at a cage to see these two rabbits playing catch with each other. ohhh, how cute! i thought. but what happened after that wasn't cute at all. out of a sudden, one of the rabbit jumped onto the other and started humping. just like thatttt y'all. no wonder they were running around the cage happily like nobody's business. i thought i was watching animal planet on tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe i am a fertility goddess after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;should try being around humans and see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;harhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-3714013826571031847?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3714013826571031847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=3714013826571031847' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>as if you know who they are,</title><content type='html'>siapa yang dalam dunia ni tak rasa kawan dia is the best in the world? semua orang akan cakap kawan diorg yang paling baik, yang paling cool, yang paling fun. kenapa? because they're ours! we chose to befriends with them. we know we made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;persoalannya, is it fair if kita nak cakap kawan orang lain teruk? i mean, just because kita tak kenal kawan orang tu, and kawan orang tu tak macam kawan kita, boleh ke kita nak terus judge benda yang bukan2 dekat orang tu and kawan dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for instance, a guy told a girl to be careful with who she makes friends with. this guy reminded the girl that people cannot be trusted, not even her friends. he said he knows well enough about people and dia banyak pengalaman whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure that guy pun ada kawan kan. apa dia akan rasa if orang cakap dekat dia "eh, u shouldn't trust your own friends. they're not what u think they are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we SHOULD trust our friends. because if we don't, who else should we trust then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the purpose of having a friend is so that we can depend on each other. we know that we can depend on a friend is when we feel that no matter what happen to this crazy world, we can always count on our friend. in order to have a long lasting friendship, the most basic thing we need to have is trust. without trust, there will be doubt, and when there's doubt, there's not gonna be any friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what are we without friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't need to judge other people's friends because each of us is blessed with our own circle of friends. just because we feel that our friends are the greatest, it doesn't mean that other people's friends are not as good as ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends are the greatest in the whole wide world and i couldn't ask for anything better. i know who they really are inside out and i know i will be alright whenever i am with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just hate it when people starts to talk bad about my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tau la kawan2 kau macam sial kan?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-4345883701018519231?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4345883701018519231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=4345883701018519231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4345883701018519231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4345883701018519231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-if-you-know-who-they-are.html' title='as if you know who they are,'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-7024588285705994071</id><published>2009-06-04T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:34:45.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama queen'/><title type='text'>note to self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do i smoke?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do i drink?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do i take weed/ice ice baby?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do i shisha?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do i sneak out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have i ever been to a club before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i a party animal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have i ever watch porn before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have i ever been out alone with a guy before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whats the worst thing i've ever done with a guy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hold hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i a virgin?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hell yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and why aren't &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; satisfied yet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because they only see the bad things i've done, not the bad things that i've avoided myself from doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; definition of wild?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go out for a dinner with a girl and 3 other guys at a decent restaurant with so many other normal people until 10pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how do i feel about that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-7024588285705994071?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/7024588285705994071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=7024588285705994071' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/7024588285705994071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/7024588285705994071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/06/note-to-self.html' title='note to self'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-6547517125642384621</id><published>2009-06-02T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T05:40:41.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not that ego after all.</title><content type='html'>i used to say that i don't need a boyfriend to have fun. independant women like me dont depend on guys to make us feel worth it. thats the truth of the situation. after being in 5 relationships where 3 of them are very shitty and sadly all of them ends up badly, its no surprise that the idea of self dependent is somehow drilled to my mind. and also being brought up in a family which in my opinion i think is dominated by the women, i trully, absolutely believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays its really hard to find a decent guy who has the basic qualities that a guy should have. i'm sure most of u guys out there disagree with me and say, "&lt;em&gt;hek elehhhh, die ni baru putus cinta 5 kali dah cakap benci lelaki"&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"cehh, macam semua perempuan dlm dunia ni baik sangat."&lt;/em&gt; bla bla blaaa. u know what? i dun freaking care. because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 5 times IS  a lot and people should not be surprise if i become a lesbian by now, which i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i don't hate guys. i love them. except the minority who gave the other half a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. yes, there are girls who are shitty too. but why should i talk about them here? i'm not concern about them because we are the same species. i'm only interested to talk about the opposite sex. wouldnt it be weird if i talk about girls here? major ewww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by saying this, it doesnt mean that i'm gonna grow up and marry a girl in the future. i ain't no lesbo i tell ya. i will eventually marry a guy, if i'm lucky enough to ever find a fine one someday. YES, I WILL MARRY A GUY, ONE WHO HAS A PENIS AND A PAIR OF TESTICLES. please don't misunderstand and think that i'm a true feminist who only go for the same sex. thats totally not gonna happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today, i feel like i miss being in a relationship which i can commit to. u know, have a tough and strong shoulder to cry on, a person i can talk crap to, a friend to share everything with without feeling awkward and guilty, a person i can go out with without having to deal with the gossips and rumours that follows afterwards. in simpler words, a person that is officially &lt;strong&gt;mine&lt;/strong&gt;! woahh, that sounds very selfish, but what the heck! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think that i don't need to find a guy to be happy. but i think its much better to have a guy to share the happiness with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm not pathetic, just melodramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-6547517125642384621?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6547517125642384621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=6547517125642384621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6547517125642384621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6547517125642384621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-not-that-ego-after-all.html' title='i&apos;m not that ego after all.'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-6062812826361628545</id><published>2009-05-30T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:47:23.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lookie lookie'/><title type='text'>party 100 feet from the ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SiDvd36-JZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ousho_1fJIk/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341532454567945618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SiDvd36-JZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ousho_1fJIk/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;TICKET: &lt;strong&gt;RM 20&lt;/strong&gt; per person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;THERE'LL BE &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GOOD FOOD&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GOOD MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DANCE FLOOR&lt;/span&gt;, AND MUCH MORE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYBODY WHO IS ANYBODY WILL BE THERE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;SO DON'T MISS OUT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-6062812826361628545?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6062812826361628545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=6062812826361628545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6062812826361628545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6062812826361628545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/05/party-100-feet-from-ground.html' title='party 100 feet from the ground'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SiDvd36-JZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ousho_1fJIk/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-2437610313270363010</id><published>2009-05-27T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:19:16.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>what the world need to know</title><content type='html'>i hate to find that i left my pencil case at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate drinking warm milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate waking up from my evening nap with a heavy headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when my hair becomes oily at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate dealing with neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate guys who makes noises when they see a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when my plant in the garden wilts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being in crowded places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate &lt;em&gt;ikan kembung&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate sleeping in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate bloated tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate certain people who doesn't know when to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate watching movies alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate uncivilised people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate warm nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate foods that lacks tender love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate unsuccessful baking attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate rude waiters/waitresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate songs that discriminates women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate guys who doesn't know how to treat a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate cruelty against animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate bad hair days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who doesn't return my smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being unimportant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate going to school on saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feeling of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being in a position where i have to make a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate sean kingston n soulja boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now u know why i always whine about &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-2437610313270363010?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2437610313270363010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=2437610313270363010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2437610313270363010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2437610313270363010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-world-need-to-know.html' title='what the world need to know'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-2596290842329940762</id><published>2009-05-27T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T04:59:59.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who didnt fail her addmaths this time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess guess guess!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*drum roll*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jeng jeng jengggggggggg....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yours truly of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the very first time in my life, i managed NOT to get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9G &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for the toughest subject ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although i didn't get 1A, only 4B, passing the subject is good enough. that's just what i was hoping to achieve for this midterm exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally, i can give myself a pat on the back and say, *good job far, well done* :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for trials, i'm gonna try to get this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 401px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340468479304104322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Sh0nyXMXeYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/g-eYujvoosk/s320/E48B366BD0F94361A172BCD8C1D0FC13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, i shall reward myself with this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340468487331357570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Sh0ny1GNo4I/AAAAAAAAAgY/3ZILnA-YztY/s320/55744909-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340468482858597026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Sh0nykb0uqI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/eFvR1eDrNTU/s320/61003852-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or probably this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340468482817574450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Sh0nykSCxjI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Zz_UOWKlZ88/s320/59833177-01.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ahhh, i sure know how to motivate myself ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/2499259401897919741-2596290842329940762?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2596290842329940762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=2596290842329940762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2596290842329940762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2596290842329940762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/05/guess-who-didnt-fail-her-addmaths-this.html' title='guess who didnt fail her addmaths this time?'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/Sh0nyXMXeYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/g-eYujvoosk/s72-c/E48B366BD0F94361A172BCD8C1D0FC13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-653276102548471331</id><published>2009-05-20T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:42:28.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no camera please'/><title type='text'>random pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQGdjDI2EI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Kd9TOCkGN2o/s1600-h/P4192420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337898563035256898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQGdjDI2EI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Kd9TOCkGN2o/s320/P4192420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; peedee holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQFOqWr9xI/AAAAAAAAAfw/9CboMQkOJ70/s1600-h/P5102441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337897207786632978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQFOqWr9xI/AAAAAAAAAfw/9CboMQkOJ70/s320/P5102441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; newborn rabbits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQFOQWlqTI/AAAAAAAAAfo/hVmfdVB8ccg/s1600-h/P5102438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337897200806897970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQFOQWlqTI/AAAAAAAAAfo/hVmfdVB8ccg/s320/P5102438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; slightly older ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQFOGV3J1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/YQTXEdT1Uco/s1600-h/P5102437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337897198119495506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQFOGV3J1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/YQTXEdT1Uco/s320/P5102437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; peaches n cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQFNzx3D5I/AAAAAAAAAfY/Usp5cw68H_c/s1600-h/P5102435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337897193136656274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQFNzx3D5I/AAAAAAAAAfY/Usp5cw68H_c/s320/P5102435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gray, the favourite one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQFNugtkWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/F31rDpqsYLw/s1600-h/P5092427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337897191722553698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQFNugtkWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/F31rDpqsYLw/s320/P5092427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kim leng's bakery and cafe, home of this best ice kacang in the world!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQDcaV-ZCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/E26yQJfkvF8/s1600-h/P5082406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337895244983591970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQDcaV-ZCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/E26yQJfkvF8/s320/P5082406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rock, pebbles, stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQDcDOE7FI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NZwaGF_Qyp4/s1600-h/P5082413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337895238776450130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQDcDOE7FI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NZwaGF_Qyp4/s320/P5082413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;milo, mummy dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQDb5R8QyI/AAAAAAAAAew/vMPrH_DU3Vs/s1600-h/P5082404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337895236108305186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQDb5R8QyI/AAAAAAAAAew/vMPrH_DU3Vs/s320/P5082404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQDbtZOhcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/FpYWfEOIn9I/s1600-h/P5012397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337895232917636546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQDbtZOhcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/FpYWfEOIn9I/s320/P5012397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cutting mummy's homemade birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-653276102548471331?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/653276102548471331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=653276102548471331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/653276102548471331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/653276102548471331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-pictures.html' title='random pictures'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShQGdjDI2EI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Kd9TOCkGN2o/s72-c/P4192420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-5848197321121281365</id><published>2009-05-20T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:58:54.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bekalan udara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;did u know that my birthday is 8 months from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;better yet, christmas is 7 months away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know u guys must be wondering what present to get me this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, wonder no moreee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be more than happy to make your life easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337813038387687122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShO4rW6L7tI/AAAAAAAAAeg/kSAZaMiuVfs/s320/air_supply_advert.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tadaaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the amazing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;air supply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is performing right here in malaysia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;although i don't celebrate christmas, u can still buy me the ticket as an appreciation gift for being a good friend. haha, it would also be a great advance birthday gift :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in other words, i'm dying to go but too little too broke. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;its 27 days from today,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and that is on tuesday, 16th of june 2009 at KL Hilton.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;who doesnt love air supply?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;even the macho-est man listen to air supply's songs after having a big fight with the girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haaa, am i rite or am i damn rite, macho men?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so, what are you waiting for?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;let's go together-gether to watch this two rockin' old guys perform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/2499259401897919741-5848197321121281365?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/5848197321121281365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=5848197321121281365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5848197321121281365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5848197321121281365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/05/bekalan-udara.html' title='bekalan udara'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ShO4rW6L7tI/AAAAAAAAAeg/kSAZaMiuVfs/s72-c/air_supply_advert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-6160087210911553899</id><published>2009-05-08T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:14:58.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buy me a dream catcher!</title><content type='html'>have u ever experienced having really really weird dreams? i get them a lot lately. like a few nights back, i dreamt of my late granduncle whom passed away recently. i dreamt about him twice this week! its not weird or anything, but it's just sad for me 'cause i do miss him terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday, i dreamt of a guy friend of mine. in my dream, he n his family visited my family at our house. and we were like very close and like both families agreed to make me marry him although we're not really in love with each other, in real life atleast. i tell ya, nothing is scarier than having to marry someone u don't truly love. so cliche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is about these dreams is that i don't know where they come from! my mind was clear from any thoughts before i went to bed, but suddenly i have these weird and unexplained random dreams. my subconscious mind is really driving me nuts these days. or maybe somebody should fire mr. sandman for giving me such horrible dreams! get it??? mr. sandman??? am i the only one who's laughing????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, stop and drop the topic. good news alert! Milo just gave birth to 3 cute, fat, fluffy and smelly little furballs. by furballs i mean kittens, not the real furball that cats usually cough out. hahaha, imagine milo give birth to furballs. "PLOOOP! arghh, is this what i get after making out with that persian cat?!" okay, so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, they're so beautiful i just wanna eat them alive! guess what their names are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(boy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;stone&lt;/span&gt; (boy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pebbles&lt;/span&gt; (girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;very cool names, aite? i'm so genius i amaze myself. harharhar. pictures will come soon enough. my camera cable is with john, i'll upload their pictures when i get it back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;later, blogworms! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-6160087210911553899?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6160087210911553899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=6160087210911553899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6160087210911553899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6160087210911553899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/05/buy-me-dream-catcher.html' title='buy me a dream catcher!'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-2917491382497441077</id><published>2009-05-06T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:50:05.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>rockaholic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my passion for blogging has washed down the drain :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm sucha sucker, i know. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, so for the next 3 weeks, i'm gonna be in my exam mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hows exam mode really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, i'm gonna be all dull and spiritless and boring and NERD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait! i'm like that all the time, aren't i? lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so looking forward for the long holiday after the exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many movies to watch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can i quit school and become a full time movie watcher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol, such job only exist in my dreams! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so messed up inside i dont even know how to deal with myself anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm so&lt;/span&gt; UNWORTHY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shadap now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alrite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye bitches. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ps: good luck for your exam, dudes/dudettes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-2917491382497441077?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2917491382497441077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=2917491382497441077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2917491382497441077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2917491382497441077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/05/rockaholic.html' title='rockaholic!'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-6871860496578923134</id><published>2009-05-02T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:31:18.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>guys nowadays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;siapa suka &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;myscene&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alaaa, yang dolls semua tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, diorg ada website yang sangat cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boleh main game semua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myscene.com/"&gt;http://www.myscene.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its very addictive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tak percaya tanya &lt;strong&gt;amer arif&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dia ajak i main 2 minit yang lepas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;creepy, man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-6871860496578923134?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6871860496578923134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=6871860496578923134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6871860496578923134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6871860496578923134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/05/guys-nowadays.html' title='guys nowadays'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-3059077942634922078</id><published>2009-04-30T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:56:52.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><title type='text'>perempuan comel dan kereta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh tuhanku, saya sangat merindui blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;selalu takde masa nak duduk dengan aman dan mengetaip entry2 baru yang menarik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;selalu saja sibuk dengan sekolah dan keluarga dan kucing dan boyfriend. harhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay sekarang ada masa sikit untuk meluangkan masa bersama anda semua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oleh kerana sudah gian hendak menaip, maka saya akan menulis tentang sesuatu yang spontan dan tidak dirancang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sebentar tadi saya dengan baik hatinya telah menemani abah untuk mengambil abang kedua di college yang terletak di cheras. memang setiap minggu pun abang kedua balik rumah. memandangkan kereta trajet abah telah dihantar untuk repair kerana masalah brek, maka kami pun menaiki kereta abang pertama yang baru dibeli minggu lalu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;saya agak excited nak ikut sebab saya suka naik kereta baru. jakun sungguh. takdelah, sebenarnya saya suka naik kereta yg kecil kerana rasa macam nak drive sendiri je. sangat mengujakan! bila naik kereta dengan abah, saya suka tengok kereta2 yang lalu dan jika saya meminati kereta tersebut, saya pasti akan bertanyakan tentang harga kereta itu. dan sekali sekala memberi sedikit hint kepada abah seperti, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"abah, nanti awa dah habis sekolah awa nak kereta tu."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ye, aku selalu rasa macam bapak aku kerja cop duit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haritu otw pegi tuition nampak &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUMMER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doe! HUMMER dekat area subang!!! macam jumpa beg prada original dekat kedai bundle weh. fyi, hummer telah menjadi kereta idaman saya sejak form3 lagi. tapi saya nak hummer merah okay. kalau bukan merah, sorryyy. today nampak porsche baxter tak silap dekat taipan. then nampak fierce red mitsubishi evolution macam yang dalam tokyo drift whatever tu dekat highway. last sunday dapat rasa naik porsche cayman, gila cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, berbalik kepada cerita kita. mula mula keluar subang perjalanan berjalan lancar. masuk area bukit jalil jam teruk macam haram. berapa kilometer jauh pun xtau la. tiba tiba! tengah dalam jam tu kereta abang pertama itu berhenti, enjin mati. imagine diri anda tersadai di tengah2 lebuhraya yang tengah sesak, malu dan panik tak terkata. tapi nasib baik boleh start balik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maka kami pun meneruskan perjalanan. beberapa meter lepas tu, enjin mati lagi! dah cuba start balik tapi gagal. masa tu abah dah panik, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"awa! nak buat ape ni?! kena tolak lah macam ni!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;monolog dalaman, &lt;em&gt;"huish, kena tolak kereta? jatuh saham nih."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tapi saya reply, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"relax abah, cuba try start lagi skali."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dengan kata2 hikmat saya maka kereta itupun boleh hidup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lepas tu terus patah balik rumah tak berani drive jauh2. nasib baik tersadai dalam jam, walaupun malaysia ni rakyatnya sungguh tidak penyabar. nak hon hon, tak reti sabar @#^&amp;amp;%^&amp;amp;$%?. imagine kalau tengah syok drive 120km/h dekat right lane kan, tiba2 kereta mati. confirm mati kena sondol dengan kereta belakang. fuh, i'm so lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-3059077942634922078?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3059077942634922078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=3059077942634922078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3059077942634922078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3059077942634922078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-tuhanku-saya-sangat-merindui.html' title='perempuan comel dan kereta'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-7502024951892290318</id><published>2009-04-29T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T05:36:11.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lookie lookie'/><title type='text'>the next obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SfhHMVWuM-I/AAAAAAAAAeY/Dm1EGtoGcgs/s1600-h/070389h1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330088436209431522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SfhHMVWuM-I/AAAAAAAAAeY/Dm1EGtoGcgs/s320/070389h1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;NEW MOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the movieeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th of november 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 more months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeay yeay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*wide starry-eyed smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyone wants to be my movie date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-7502024951892290318?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/7502024951892290318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=7502024951892290318' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/7502024951892290318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/7502024951892290318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/04/next-obsession.html' title='the next obsession'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SfhHMVWuM-I/AAAAAAAAAeY/Dm1EGtoGcgs/s72-c/070389h1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-3201572313475433723</id><published>2009-04-16T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:05:50.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><title type='text'>what a dream!</title><content type='html'>last night i was super tired and super emotional after listening to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eric clapton's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;you look wonderful tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. that song just stabs my heart without mercy. so i went to bed earlier than usual. thennn, this when the scariest thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a very weird dream. and in my dream, i was pregnant. PREGNANT! i can actually feel the pain of carrying a baby in my belly. so heavy till it felt like my belly gonna burst out! mainly, my dream was about me going through pregnancy life with the help of my family. sadly, without any husband. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember how i end up getting pregnant and with whom i 'did it' with but i do remember that i was young and still schooling at the time. i remembered this inner monologue that i had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ohhh, look at my other friends. they're still in school having fun and being young and irresponsible and happy all the time. but look at me, i look ugly and fat with this baby in my tummy. oh how am i gonna take care of this baby with no money. where's the father of this child?!!! that irresponsible son of a b***h!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my parents, family and friends were all very supportive and totally cool with me being pregnant. like juno's parents in that juno movie. there's this part when i tried to stand up and i felt a terrible pain form 'down there'. when i checked, i straight away shouted..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"myyyy waterrrrr brokeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i shouted like a crazy women. my mum was panicking and she tried to check under my dress, &lt;em&gt;"eh, tengok sikit"&lt;/em&gt; arghh!##^$&amp;amp;%*&amp;amp;%*%@ later they rushed me to the hospital. the moment i was about to deliver the baby on top of that delivery bed......I WOKE UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i'm thinking twice about having a child of my own -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-3201572313475433723?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3201572313475433723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=3201572313475433723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3201572313475433723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3201572313475433723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-dream.html' title='what a dream!'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-9095894441777400346</id><published>2009-04-16T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T03:18:25.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lookie lookie'/><title type='text'>calling all blogreaders!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need a little favor from u guys/chics/hotties/hotstuffs :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;can anyone recommend to me a good/reliable tshirt printing company?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;translation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boleh tak siapa-siapa syorkan kepada saya satu syarikat pencetak kemeja T yang bagus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if possible, somewhere around subang/puchong/shah alam for convinience sake. but anywhere will do, as long as they can produce good quality stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need it to make our SECRET WEAPON for kelab permata. *cheeky evil laugh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if u do have anything to share regarding this, don't hesitate to leave a comment here in my humble blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you for reading :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-9095894441777400346?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/9095894441777400346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=9095894441777400346' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/9095894441777400346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/9095894441777400346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/04/calling-all-blogreaders.html' title='calling all blogreaders!'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-6426678437776777438</id><published>2009-04-14T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:26:51.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;current &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;soundtrack:&lt;/span&gt; all about loving you-bon jovi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jon bon jovi is a sexy old man. i see my dream husband material in him. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always been a subject of accusations. when there's a mistake, even when i'm innocent, i'm gonna be the person to be pointed fingers at. sometimes i find this very amusing! like today at school, pn. rina told me to finish the permata job that she 'gave me in her thumbdrive yesterday'. i was concentrating on my karangan, shocked and i said, &lt;em&gt;huh, mane ade cikgu bagi saya&lt;/em&gt;. then she said, &lt;em&gt;ohhh kamu jangan cakap tak, saya dah bagi kan semalam.&lt;/em&gt; then syazana who was sitting beside me suddenly interupt, &lt;em&gt;cikgu bagi kat saya kan? &lt;/em&gt;damn son. farhana was like, &lt;em&gt;kesian farah ohh, selalu kena tuduh&lt;/em&gt;. i know, what an unfortunate child i am. totally need a plastic surgery to change this "guilty" face into a more "innocent" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so into anne frank stuff lately. she lived such a short life. but she left a big impression on many people even after she died at the age of 13, fulfilling her dream to still continue on 'living' even after she's gone. i'm 17 and i've not yet accomplished many of my life goals. now i'm inspiried to start my own diary/journal. i'll start off by writing letters for my loved ones for them to read after i'm gone. just in case i'm fated to leave this world at early age :)  we all have to prepare in some ways rite? okay, dah stop bersedih rakan-rakan. this is just a thought, they come ever so randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;hoping can be the only thing worth doing when everything else fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;but hoping for something uncertain will only make one look stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-6426678437776777438?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6426678437776777438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=6426678437776777438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6426678437776777438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6426678437776777438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/04/awake.html' title='awake'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-4343508687918672183</id><published>2009-04-12T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:34:34.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i should have punched her in the face</title><content type='html'>guess who i just met yesterday at lunch? CROAKIE'S MOM and dad. that mother chucker, out of all the people in the world, why her? just ruin my mood for the rest of the day. on the other hand, i feel rather glad that i was rude to her. I DIDNT SHAKE HER HAND. yeah, thats rude ya know. cause croakie's dad (whom i have no issues with, he's cool) and my dad are friends. so it was only polite for me if i shake her hand, which i didnt. my parents weren't happy with the way i behaved, but they understand perfectly the reason behind my action. my mom even said that croakie's mom looked uglier (she said 'less pretty' but uglier sounds better) since she last saw her. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I WONDER WHY? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i came to realize that i might be able to fix my friendship with croakie someday. but i can never, let me repeat, ehemmm, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;make peace with her mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-4343508687918672183?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4343508687918672183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=4343508687918672183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4343508687918672183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4343508687918672183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-should-have-punched-her-in-face.html' title='i should have punched her in the face'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-5605093080605024866</id><published>2009-04-10T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:18:15.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lookie lookie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>crunch time!</title><content type='html'>i went to sunway with syazana this evening. by the time i got home i was so drained out of energy that i fell asleep when its only 9.30pm. around 10.30 i was woken up by emak, she asked me to eat satay kajang that she bought. but when i went downstairs, i accidentally fell asleep on the sofa, again. WHY AM I SO TIRED ALL THE TIME? I FEEL LIKE I'M OLD BECAUSE ONLY OLD PEOPLE GET TIRED! i guess i'm not young anymore. then, i woke up at 1.30 only to find that &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;the satays was gone :( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kempunan lah sial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now its 2.10am; can't sleep, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can't eat&lt;/span&gt;, so i decided to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as requested, i'll write bout my new boyfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JACOB MANN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when i was at haiqal's the other day, we watched this tv show called wipeout while waiting for aizat to pick us up. this show is so out of this world! its actually just a normal game show but the contestants are hilarious! i salute their braveness to humiliate themselves on national tv.&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;among the contestants, a guy named jacob mann really stood out. why? check this out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iz6oZlKJ8HM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iz6oZlKJ8HM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i laughed so hard that i felt like i'm gonna die due to lack of oxygen to the brain. he was so damn confident at first but chickened out halfway. and just listen to the commentator/host whatever u call it, they're so mean and funny at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye jacob &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt;, i got jacob&lt;strong&gt; mann&lt;/strong&gt; now. that split is so sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u can watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wipeout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on channel 701, AXN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-5605093080605024866?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/5605093080605024866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=5605093080605024866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5605093080605024866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5605093080605024866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/04/crunch-time.html' title='crunch time!'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-4957335220498965100</id><published>2009-04-06T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:57:32.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is cool'/><title type='text'>can you shake for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smk usj 13's sports day was awesome! despite all the pre-event drama, i had lotsa fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i did some shaking too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321926686187308978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SdtIH9Ldx7I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/JV6w3vexYG8/s320/P4052307.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;guess which one is me?&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;the most&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;sakai&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ofcourse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm so damn lazy to write bout the sports day. all i can say is that it was worth the sunburn :)&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/2499259401897919741-4957335220498965100?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4957335220498965100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=4957335220498965100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4957335220498965100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4957335220498965100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-shake-for-me.html' title='can you shake for me?'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SdtIH9Ldx7I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/JV6w3vexYG8/s72-c/P4052307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-2152801490002069246</id><published>2009-04-06T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:53:27.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me amor'/><title type='text'>somebody's getting older today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321584274746806370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SdoQs_KWkGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/gCQ7O--Zpog/s320/P4062364.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;haiqal azry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAPPEE 20th BIRTHDAE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't forget your roots. -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321590610763241442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SdoWdyqY1-I/AAAAAAAAAeA/jvoF_lSkKJk/s320/P4062359.JPG" /&gt;sharinna yang comel sedang makan wafflewithdoublescoopicecreamandextrabutterandsyrup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321584264190760658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SdoQsX1mFtI/AAAAAAAAAdg/kqEQ5M4_tfA/s320/P4062376.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; bersama birthday boy. semestinya posing maut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321584257057666626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SdoQr9Q7tkI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Phy8ZwPvNpI/s320/P4062338.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;look at this fat thing! haiqal, i tau u bg dia makan tikus senyap2 sebab tu dia chubby wubby camni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321584262022528738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SdoQsPwpfuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jcHth7nVck4/s320/P4062346.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;lihat perbezaan. takde beza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321589589206826402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SdoViVEW_aI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9QeEY6GVrPQ/s320/far+n+haiqal.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;zaman muda2 kite. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-2152801490002069246?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2152801490002069246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=2152801490002069246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2152801490002069246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2152801490002069246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/04/somebodys-getting-older-today.html' title='somebody&apos;s getting older today!'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SdoQs_KWkGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/gCQ7O--Zpog/s72-c/P4062364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-1815945108606914129</id><published>2009-04-03T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:01:58.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imagination - part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;annie frany said, "i won't fall for jerks."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;she hold on to the one person that seems real to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tobby tumbkin, the boy who stole her heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;little did she know that tobby is worst than a jerk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;annie grew attached to tobby and so does tobby to annie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;they both knew it but tobby being very young, he doesnt understand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;finally tobby left annie because tobby thinks he's in love with betty butthead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;annie was devastated but there's tonnes of fishes in the sea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;annie grew up to be a very beautiful girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;with so many boys begging for her love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;but annie has fallen for too many jerks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;annie knows well enough that guys just wants to get in her pants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;and then annie saw tobby again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;their love story made its comeback somehow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;annie knows she's better than that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;but tobby's love is too strong for annie to ignore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;annie loved tobby with all her heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tobby said the same thing and annie believed it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;one day tobby told annie that he can't be with her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tobby is sure that sally stinkass is the right girl for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;annie knew this was coming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;so annie kept calm and accepted her fate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;not long after that she met harry hotshot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;annie and harry was match made in heaven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tobby got dumped by sally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;she searched for annie only to find her deeply in love with harry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;tobby begged for a second chance but annie was stronger then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;annie told tobby, "i'm done with jerks."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;only now tobby sees that annie is the right one for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;but its no use now because annie will never be his again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;tobby tried to find a girl like annie but failed everytime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;now annie is in bed with harry and laughing at tobby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE END&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-1815945108606914129?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/1815945108606914129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=1815945108606914129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/1815945108606914129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/1815945108606914129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/04/imagination-part-1.html' title='imagination - part 1'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-267310010691751404</id><published>2009-04-03T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T03:53:24.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>croakie</title><content type='html'>now i realize that i'm gonna get a terrible headache everytime i hear people talk in bahasa utara. especially when they talk in maximum speed. ohmygoat, teringat mak ex bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about that ex bestfriend of mine, lets call her croakie (haha, inside joke). i've been thinking of her alot lately. its not like i'm missing her badly or anything. okay, maybe a little teeny weeny part of me is missing her. the friendship that we had, not so sure whether its a true one or not. nahh, who cares. let the past stay in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sera had once asked me, "don't u wanna make peace with croakie?" and i thought to myself, yeah, why not? its been so long since i saw her. from what i heard she's different now. she has become a brand new person. i'm glad she learnt her lesson. :) but can i still treat her like i used to? i'm not sure bout that. because what she did to us, has left a lasting effect on us, not a pleasant one though. although the pain is gone but the scar is still there. too hard to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said to sera, "i don't mind being friends with her again, we can hang out and stuff. but things won't be the same again." the truth is it never will. u must be wondering what the hell happen between us and her. well, she betrayed everything that's there to betrayed. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;at times, small things that reminds me of her makes me realize that i do miss her and i still feel like she's part of my life. so i'm willing to put aside my ego and see her to clear things up. if she ever ask to see me, i'll be ready. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in case you're reading this croakie, u know who u are. its okay to apologise and admit you're wrong. we won't bite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-267310010691751404?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/267310010691751404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=267310010691751404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/267310010691751404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/267310010691751404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/04/croakie.html' title='croakie'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-5771657338685967658</id><published>2009-04-02T03:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T04:49:39.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is cool'/><title type='text'>entry benci lagi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;huish, berapi hatiku. panas panas panas. kenapa baru form 1 dan form 2 dah kurang ajar sangat? berlagak sungguh padahal pmr pun belum lepas lagi. &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;&lt;br /&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;kalau aku tengah pms, dah kena lempang budak perempuan cina gila tadi. dia ingat dia siapa nak jerit2 kat aku? aku ajak masuk perbarisan je, kalau tak nak pun tak payah la nak jawab macam haram macam aku ni orang gaji dia. next year aku nak make sure juniors kena basuh habis2 biar diorang gentar sikit. kalau tak perangai semua macam &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elle ay and see ay you&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sorry, can't help it :)&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;&lt;br /&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;bila aku ajak join, semua cakap taknak. pastu mula la bagi alasan bodoh2. macam:&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"i'm not interested in joining perbarisan. i don't like it." &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"my father won't let me because i'm taking part in running. he scared i'll be tired by then"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"ada kenduri kena balik kampung."&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"takde transport nak pegi mpsj."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sekarang ni kau ke bapak kau yang nak masuk? kalau kau boleh masuk lari takkan kau tak boleh nak jalan dan tabik kejap? aku kisah ke kau interested ke tak? kalau betul ada kenduri kenapa lepas aku suruh kau blah kau gelak2 macam kau tipu? rumah kau dengan mpsj 10 kilometer ke? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sports day madness is getting to me. ouch. rasa macam taknak jadi maskot pulak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320056585293286658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SdSjRwdiTQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/fPogLvZkevU/s320/hula_girl.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;kalau aku pakai hula skirt dengan coconut mesti rumah biru menang tanpa bertanding. hahahaa.&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/2499259401897919741-5771657338685967658?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/5771657338685967658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=5771657338685967658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5771657338685967658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5771657338685967658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/04/huish-berapi-hatiku.html' title='entry benci lagi'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SdSjRwdiTQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/fPogLvZkevU/s72-c/hula_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-447267836843470286</id><published>2009-04-01T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:10:57.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>my turqoise pinafore</title><content type='html'>masa meeting bendahara, semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;miss ass: awak kelas ape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;me: 5A, cikgu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;miss ass: hurm, jumpa saya masa rehat nanti. *muka serious*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa rehat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;me: cikgu nak jumpa saya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;miss ass: yeah. kamu pakai pinafore kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;me: haah. *muka bingung*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;miss ass: skirt kamu pendek mana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;me: paras lutut, cikgu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;miss ass: tak bolehhh. pendek sangat tuh! kena sampai bawah lutut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;me: owh, okayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;miss ass: kamu ni butang tak baju dekat dalam? ke biar dedah sexy2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;me: mana ada! saya butang la cikguuuuuu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;miss ass: ni tak boleh pakai pendek2 nii. kita taknak murid perempuan terdedah-dedah ni. pakai la baju kurung. kan manisssss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;me: *smiled*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tak pakai pinafore pun masa tu. kenapa nak jugak cari pasal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, hari ni aku pakai &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;5-inches-above-the-knee&lt;/strong&gt; pinafore&lt;/span&gt;. happy and proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;puas hati aku dapat mencabar kesabaran kau. aku harap kau gembira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss ass sedang menjadikan murid2 perempuan melayu yang pakai pinafore pegi sekolah sebagai sasaran. murid perempuan melayu ada hak untuk pakai pinafore jugak, setaraf dengan murid bukan melayu. setahu aku, dalam rule book sekolah takde pun menyatakan hal ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"murid perempuan melayu dilarang memakai pinafore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;atau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"hanya murid bukan melayu sahaja dibenarkan memakai pinafore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ada keeee? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dengan memakai pinafore tak bererti kami kafir, minum arak, berjudi, mengamalkan seks bebas, hisap dadah atau jual badan. bukan. pinafore hanyalah salah satu seragam sekolah sama macam baju kurung yang boleh dijadikan pilihan untuk pakai pegi sekolah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kenapa chumi pakai pinafore? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sebab aku confident dan kaki aku tak banyak parut, walaupun berisi dan pucat. last time aku pakai masa darjah satu, masa mula2 start sekolah. sekarang, kat hujung2 zaman persekolahan ni, nak merasa balik. setahun pun jadilah. daripada keempunan nanti dah masuk college menyesal sebab tak pakai pinafore masa highschool. haaa, masa tu takkan nak pegi kuliah pakai pinafore? memang kena baling kasut lah kan sebab orang ingat kau psycho tak puas menikmati zaman kanak2. tak dinafikan salah satu sebab pakai pinafore ialah sebab nak melawa. wanna be on top! haha. tapi siapa yang taknak jadi lawa kan? male readers, aku tau korang pun simpan angan2 nak jadi lawa macam joe jonas, mengaku jelah. dia memang lawa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my point is, tak adil untuk cikgu mendiskriminasi pelajar perempuan yang pakai pinafore. pakai pinafore bukan bermakna kami sluttish dan bila dah besar nanti jadi GRO. ini hanya keinginan zaman remaja yang perlu dipenuhi sementara kami masih layak bergelar remaja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dah besar nanti aku pun nak pakai tudung :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2499259401897919741-447267836843470286?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' 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term='school is cool'/><title type='text'>#^*&amp;!$#?*%!@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH MY GOAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faiqah&lt;/span&gt; just called me n she said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the school is not providing any fund for us to buy costume materials for this upcoming sports day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this freaking SUNDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WATAHECK&lt;/span&gt; MAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; designed the most marvellous costume ever and what am i supposed to use to make it all work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;old newspapers and paint?! this is not project runway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;urgh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the teacher also said that we cannot collect money from each house members, because its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; the rule or something. this applies to all sport houses, sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whats gonna happen to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hawaiian&lt;/span&gt; theme and costume?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you just have to wait and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whatever happens, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bendahara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; must win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='#^*&amp;!$#?*%!@'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-5893400395299799201</id><published>2009-03-29T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:26:18.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lookie lookie'/><title type='text'>taylor swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xE49AiI_lH0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xE49AiI_lH0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He said the way my blue eyes shined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Put those Georgia stars to shame that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I said: "That's a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a boy in a Chevy truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That had a tendency of gettin' stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On backroads at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I was right there beside him all summer long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But when you think Tim McGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you think my favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The one we danced to all night long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The moon like a spotlight on the lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you think happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you think that little black dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think of my head on your chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And my old faded blue jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you think Tim McGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;September saw a month of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And thankin' God that you weren't here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To see me like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But in a box beneath my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is a letter that you never read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From three summers back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you think Tim McGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you think my favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The one we danced to all night long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The moon like a spotlight on the lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you think happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you think that little black dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think of my head on your chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And my old faded blue jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you think Tim McGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm back for the first time since then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm standin' on your street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And there's a letter left on your doorstep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the first thing that you'll read is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you think Tim McGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you think my favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someday you'll turn your radio on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope it takes you back to that place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you think happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you think that little black dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think of my head on your chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And my old faded blue jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you think Tim McGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He said the way my blue eyes shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Put those Georgia stars to shame that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I said: "That's a lie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-5893400395299799201?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/5893400395299799201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=5893400395299799201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5893400395299799201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5893400395299799201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/taylor-swift.html' title='taylor swift'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-218617285999722044</id><published>2009-03-29T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:55:36.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><title type='text'>when what i bake doesnt come out right, that means something's wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today is monday. n once again, i skipped school. why? i am too fat and lazy. i'm wondering what the hell is wrong with me. monday blues disease? really hard to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dear god, give me the strength to go through highschool life for another &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 more months&lt;/span&gt;. amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and tell me why my brownies didnt come out as expected this morning, amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318854377717644994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SdBd4EPkPsI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KGdbR2pU71E/s320/P2272095.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;syazana sari bt. mohd ridzwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-218617285999722044?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/218617285999722044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=218617285999722044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/218617285999722044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/218617285999722044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-what-i-bake-doesnt-come-out-right.html' title='when what i bake doesnt come out right, that means something&apos;s wrong'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SdBd4EPkPsI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KGdbR2pU71E/s72-c/P2272095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-893808818750499242</id><published>2009-03-28T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:34:46.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is cool'/><title type='text'>grrr</title><content type='html'>is respecting your seniors important? HELL YEAH IT IS. whats wrong with the juniors nowadays? they are acting like they're all that when they're actually NOT. i was a junior too once upon a time and i really dont remember behaving like this. all the drama and catfights (yeah, real slapping live show catfight) are getting out of hand. stop thinking like the world revolves around you. and stop pretending to be nice infront of us and turn into a super slutty bitch when we're not looking. stop competing for the spotlight, stop trying to steal people's attentions. we seniors do observe, you just dont realize that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;majority of the juniors, i'm not saying all of you, does not respect us seniors. one day you'll be in our place, and you'll know how annoying and sick it feels when your juniors doesnt respect you. and by then i'll be in college and i'll laugh my evil laugh at you guys and say I TOLD YOU SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now i feel much better.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think i love my juniors :D i have so much loveeeeeeeee to give! nah nah nah, take them all! hahaha. i had fun training them for marching just now. although i kinda suck at it. i have a very funny and small voice that makes me sound silly when i give commands. have to start working on my &lt;em&gt;suara kejantanan&lt;/em&gt; from now on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have some shopping to do. till then, lotsa love blogworms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-893808818750499242?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/893808818750499242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=893808818750499242' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/893808818750499242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/893808818750499242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-respecting-your-seniors-important.html' title='grrr'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-5955406084728487256</id><published>2009-03-25T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T06:51:07.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is cool'/><title type='text'>can i just cry now? please? pretty please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;to start, i'm gonna write bout my frigging exam results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BM: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;77 1A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ENGLISH: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;69 3B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HISTORY: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;69 3B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AGAMA: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;68 3B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EST:&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; 55 5C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MODMATHS: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ADDMATHS: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;33 9G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PHYSICS: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;67 3B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHEMISTRY: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BIOLOGY: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;40 8E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it is proven that i am no genius no more. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't tell u how embarrass i am to display my not-so-cool results here. but i've promised myself that i'm gonna make some improvement and by keeping a record of my results here, and knowing that you guys are reading them and laughing at them, its totally gonna be a motivation for me. take a good look at them, cause u won't see those again for my midterm exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm soooo gonna drop my EST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adding to my already unbearable misery, my purse with my I/C and shitload amount of cash went missing on monday. i have no idea where i might have drop it. i'm praying, godddd, please return it back to me. i need that money to buy that supercool tango shoes at vincci. :) well, if i get back my purse with the money still in it, i swear i'll donate some to the charity or something. okay now i sound very despo. ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just lost a person that is like a little sister to me. i regret that i did not make any effort to go see her, i didnt even know she was sick. how could i have not known? and she left so fast, so young, so tragic. its feel like only yesterday i went out with her, having lunch and had loads of fun together. haih. this thing makes me realize to not take the people around me, the people i love for granted. cause u just don't know when its their turn to leave this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont feel lucky, at all. certainly not happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;did i broke your heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;did i tore you apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;you say, "don't worry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i say, "i'm sorry"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i need motivation, inspiration. you're the perfect thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-5955406084728487256?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/5955406084728487256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=5955406084728487256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5955406084728487256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5955406084728487256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-i-just-cry-now-please-pretty-please.html' title='can i just cry now? please? pretty please?'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-623043843073203444</id><published>2009-03-21T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:11:34.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me amor'/><title type='text'>meet this donkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;which donkey? this donkey :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315606960858644194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUXhuSvuI/AAAAAAAAAbo/zCXt0FS9HYM/s320/P1040200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;saiful sufri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this post is all about revenge. its payback timeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he told me "kau xde point la nak kutuk aku."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u're dead wrong. i know too much about u and u know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as u all already know, we've been friends since forever. bla bla. when we're in primary school, this guy is not as cool as he is now. not that he's cool now, but back then he was worst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let the story begins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EXHIBIT &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315680687790329442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScUXa_8ljmI/AAAAAAAAAcY/I9QsdFR5ivY/s320/P3202251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alolololo buchuk2. tak comel kan? standard 4, we were classmates. selalu kena bahan dengan kitorang dlm kelas sbb dia suka baca novel mengarut. shar pernah ckp muka dia mcm badak. taktau asal? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EXHIBIT &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315606707723567314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUIyuMANI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4xUkFMuIqfc/s320/1_619700828l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zaman2 tak kurus, tak kenal hair wax, tak beli baju kat topman, tak pkai kasut converse. masih virgin as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EXHIBIT &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315606716732329362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUJUSCzZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/yiPTuLOoPVU/s320/Epui.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohoho. dah malas sikit. this hair is better than exhibit B, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EXHIBIT &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315678665463383362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScUVlSMRRUI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yEaHYPj8fjs/s320/DSC04690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;girlfriend kau ke ni? aku tau bukan, lawa sangat kottt :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi yang pasti, ini bukanlah filipino chic yang dia *ehem ehem* tempoh hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moving on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;EXHIBIT &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i noticed that he loves to take pointless and lame pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;here are the prove that i managed to collect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;item 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUYbzl1wI/AAAAAAAAAcA/V8QjajsHq9o/s1600-h/P1040312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315606976450123522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUYbzl1wI/AAAAAAAAAcA/V8QjajsHq9o/s320/P1040312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one word. APEKAH? nak promote cd pun agak2 la kannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;item 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUYQ9UywI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ez6PNKEqo7Q/s1600-h/P1040261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315606973538159362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUYQ9UywI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ez6PNKEqo7Q/s320/P1040261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; location: taipan, early dawn. motif pakai sunnies: remains a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;item 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUYA6MUAI/AAAAAAAAAbw/hOElngvjeFc/s1600-h/P1040248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315606969230053378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUYA6MUAI/AAAAAAAAAbw/hOElngvjeFc/s320/P1040248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; location: same. loner sangat sampai kena ambik gambar pakai timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;item 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUXTm4t9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/tOBtOvDsR7A/s1600-h/P1040137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315606957069481938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUXTm4t9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/tOBtOvDsR7A/s320/P1040137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;teknik: masih pakai timer kot. motif: show of guitar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;item 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUJ8h3ZNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/iUvQx4pV6CI/s1600-h/P1020967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315606727536108754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUJ8h3ZNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/iUvQx4pV6CI/s320/P1020967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in his head: aku rasa aku sexy sebab aku pose kangkang. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXHIBIT &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUJ28rRRI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LxH2fQawkc0/s1600-h/l_28ea18ed7b9e46e1a99bec9c2360216f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315606726037947666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUJ28rRRI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LxH2fQawkc0/s320/l_28ea18ed7b9e46e1a99bec9c2360216f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;buah hati pengarang jantung.&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;balas, jangan tak balas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-623043843073203444?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/623043843073203444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=623043843073203444' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/623043843073203444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/623043843073203444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/meet-this-donkey.html' title='meet this donkey'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScTUXhuSvuI/AAAAAAAAAbo/zCXt0FS9HYM/s72-c/P1040200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-5409906690150790135</id><published>2009-03-20T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:42:55.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>we.love.mr.nosey&lt;3 - part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*drum roll*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315308799488262786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScPFMQEBgoI/AAAAAAAAAaw/GRT1by4qMNw/s320/DSC02947.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ikhwa the hero and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MR. NOSEY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now mr. nosey the scandalous waiter are officially famous.&lt;/p&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/2499259401897919741-5409906690150790135?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/5409906690150790135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=5409906690150790135' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5409906690150790135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5409906690150790135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/welovemrnosey3-part-2.html' title='we.love.mr.nosey&lt;3 - part 2'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/ScPFMQEBgoI/AAAAAAAAAaw/GRT1by4qMNw/s72-c/DSC02947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-7568104327926298836</id><published>2009-03-19T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:27:46.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where did i go?'/><title type='text'>shocker huh?</title><content type='html'>did u know ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that full &lt;strong&gt;cream&lt;/strong&gt; milk is actually full &lt;strong&gt;FAT&lt;/strong&gt; milk?&lt;br /&gt;i drank a box yesterday :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that spicy chicken mc deluxe is much more healthier than chicken mc nuggets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that french fries are more carcinogenic than big mac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that butter is better than margarine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that if u cook olive oil, its not gonna be healthy anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY HOLIDAY VACATION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for a 4 days 3 night vacation. where to? mama miah's house! while i was there, i learnt to cook many things. such as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nasi bryani&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;pineapple tarts&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kerabu mangga&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange cake&lt;/span&gt;, bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found the orange cake recipe &lt;a href="http://www.videojug.com/film/how-to-make-orange-cake"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. since my grand uncle is sick n he lovesssss orange cake so much, i made him one. the cake was AMAZING. melts in your mouth, even secret recipe cakes cant beat my orange cake. haha, ofcoz i &lt;em&gt;puji lebih la, &lt;/em&gt;made it myself &lt;em&gt;maaa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some of the people who tasted my orange cake said that the cake was too fancy for their taste. i take that as a compliment anyway. fancy means good to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some said it tasted like castella, a Japanese version of &lt;em&gt;kuih bahulu&lt;/em&gt;. i think so too, coz i've tasted them before, the green tea flavour tasted weird though. cehhh, pasni boleh la jual recipe aku kat castella kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one week of holiday is really not enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i just realise that i hate looking at couples walking together, holding hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's a voice in my head screaming and begging me to &lt;strong&gt;get a life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whyyyyyyyyyy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha, pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-7568104327926298836?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/7568104327926298836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=7568104327926298836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/7568104327926298836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/7568104327926298836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/did-u-know.html' title='shocker huh?'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-6370038336707898446</id><published>2009-03-15T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:16:13.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>ehmmm, haih.</title><content type='html'>i hope that you don't get the wrong idea of me.&lt;br /&gt;coz it'll break my heart if u do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; u to care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-6370038336707898446?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6370038336707898446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=6370038336707898446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6370038336707898446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6370038336707898446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/ehmmm-haih.html' title='ehmmm, haih.'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-569110732305312160</id><published>2009-03-15T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:49:48.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>when i grow up</title><content type='html'>i'm still wondering what career to choose, so i made a list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. psychologist&lt;br /&gt;2. hypnotist&lt;br /&gt;3. editor in chief of seventeen magazine. woahh.&lt;br /&gt;4. pengasas rumah kebajikan for homeless cats.&lt;br /&gt;5. journalist&lt;br /&gt;6. tauke kedai makan.&lt;br /&gt;7. rock band manager&lt;br /&gt;8. wedding planner&lt;br /&gt;9. movie critic&lt;br /&gt;10. full-time blogger&lt;br /&gt;11. shoe collector&lt;br /&gt;12. guru besar tadika kemas&lt;br /&gt;13. professional grocery shopper&lt;br /&gt;14. nature lover&lt;br /&gt;15. owner salah satu outlet MPH&lt;br /&gt;16. soccer mom, if ada anak la.&lt;br /&gt;17. food designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one for each year I've lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be all of 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-569110732305312160?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/569110732305312160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=569110732305312160' title='9 Comments'/><link 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start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;one more paper to go...modmaths, dont let me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fly fm&lt;/span&gt; might come crash our school tomorrow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;COOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-1300447172830624575?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/1300447172830624575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=1300447172830624575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/1300447172830624575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/1300447172830624575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/up-up-down-down-left-right-left-right-b.html' title='up up down down left right left right B A start'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-3266023130869259217</id><published>2009-03-11T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T07:01:38.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><title type='text'>i've had the rest of you, now i want the best of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday is &lt;strong&gt;add maths day&lt;/strong&gt; with perumal. weehee.&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;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it rained heavily this evening. the heaven must be really sad coz its been raining a lot lately. can't stand the humidity, too much wetness everywhere. i prefer more sun, the sweet smell of heat in the air. ahhh. i'm definitely a summer girl.&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;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so as usual, reached tuition 10 minutes late. i dunno why i cant be punctual for tuition. i blame the clock there, it's set 10 minutes early :) we learned integration, its much more easier than differentiation. i just love add maths. hahaaaa. *loserrrrr* *nerddddd*&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;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;while i was doing my work quietly, well, not really &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. i was passing notes with Evan while doing my work. haha. can u believe he accused me of being a playgirl just because i have * number of ex boyfriends! to me, its not that big of a deal. my past relationships wasn't thattt serious. i was very young back then, and i was in it just for the fun of it. but I'm proud to say that I've become more mature and i see love in a different way now. *pat in the back*&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;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as i was saying, i was doing my calculations.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;: "intan pegi mana ni? intan ni selalu sibuk ye? selalu tak datang tuition." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: "i dunno, teacher." smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;: "kamu berdua ni semakin malas ye. sepanjang saya mengajar, tak pernah saya jumpa murid perempuan yang sanagt malas. tahun ini paling teruk."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: "........" still smiling. &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;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how could he say that? &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;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is it because i didn't come for Monday's extra class because i overslept because i didn't sleep the night before because i was painting banner for the school? &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;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or because i didn't come for class during last year's long holiday because i broke my damn toe? &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;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;does that put me in the lazy kid category? its not fair, at all.&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;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i admit his class doesn't interest me like it used to. why? because the respect that i had for him has long gone, washed down the drain, after what he had said about me behind my back. about intan.&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;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i tried to get over it, and failed. i am just putting up with him for just a few more months till i finish high school. after all, i owe him a lot. my momma raised me to be a grateful child :)&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;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;terasa sangat. tapi takpe. esok masih ada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311928060110252882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SbfCbUdNK1I/AAAAAAAAAao/wIctotHzldA/s320/P3092200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;banner kemenangan. sape yang buat?? :D&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/2499259401897919741-3266023130869259217?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3266023130869259217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=3266023130869259217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3266023130869259217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3266023130869259217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-had-rest-of-you-now-i-want-best-of.html' title='i&apos;ve had the rest of you, now i want the best of you'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SbfCbUdNK1I/AAAAAAAAAao/wIctotHzldA/s72-c/P3092200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-7267981172287228824</id><published>2009-03-10T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:48:08.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama queen'/><title type='text'>taknak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;okehh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;taknak cakap pasal addmaths or chemistry. dumdeedumdidlydum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;taknak cakap pasal cuti jugak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;taknak cakap pasal family. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;taknak cakap pasal diri sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;taknak cakap dengan awak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;taknak cakap kenapa saya taknak cakap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-7267981172287228824?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/7267981172287228824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=7267981172287228824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/7267981172287228824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/7267981172287228824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/taknak.html' title='taknak?'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-2219907786493387088</id><published>2009-03-09T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:24:21.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lookie lookie'/><title type='text'>1234</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYp0GVzmLgY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYp0GVzmLgY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-2219907786493387088?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2219907786493387088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=2219907786493387088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2219907786493387088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2219907786493387088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/1234.html' title='1234'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-5028997321275967426</id><published>2009-03-06T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T07:11:40.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me amor'/><title type='text'>manis tujuh belas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SbEzROLS0EI/AAAAAAAAAag/o04fIQ8drHA/s1600-h/PB141733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310081806602784834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SbEzROLS0EI/AAAAAAAAAag/o04fIQ8drHA/s320/PB141733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;norsharinna bt. norshaiddan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOOBIES!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 and a half things u need to know about this maniac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. fashion freako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. can transform mydin purchased tshirts into genius outfits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. makes the lamest jokes. but we still laugh tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. says the stupidest yet the funniest things. like the bread story during chemistry tuition. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. stubborn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. suka makan sambal dekat kantin sekolah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. emo emo emoooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. gangster. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hohoo, jatuh saham kau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. always thinks that she's not pretty. i bet she'll text me this after reading this entry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"farrrrrrr! kenape awak letak gamba kite yang tu? kite burok gile ohhh..."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha, kan shar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1/2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my bestest best friend. [fana, u are too :)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeay, awak dah&lt;strong&gt; seventeen&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lagi 3 tahun boleh &lt;strong&gt;kawin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-5028997321275967426?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/5028997321275967426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=5028997321275967426' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5028997321275967426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5028997321275967426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/manis-tujuh-belas.html' title='manis tujuh belas'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SbEzROLS0EI/AAAAAAAAAag/o04fIQ8drHA/s72-c/PB141733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-4965961064359136713</id><published>2009-03-06T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T02:03:03.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is cool'/><title type='text'>i've been waitingggg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeay yeayyy, kuiz kerjaya jatuh pada 18 april 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so ready this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help college is sucha *tuuutttt*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why u guys cancelled the workshop last minute?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hadoih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-4965961064359136713?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4965961064359136713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=4965961064359136713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4965961064359136713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/4965961064359136713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-waitingggg.html' title='i&apos;ve been waitingggg'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-6694932034844017604</id><published>2009-03-03T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:46:37.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><title type='text'>write me a love letter and i'll be your girl</title><content type='html'>my sister got a letter from her &lt;strong&gt;boyfie&lt;/strong&gt; today which she showed me during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sorry to break it to you amer arif, but her heart is already taken) ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote in pink and red magic pen, he asked her to watch happy tree friends on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's barely 8 and she already knows about youtube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know how to turn on the damn computer till i was 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the main story here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm 17 and i dont get a single love letter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pityful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember when i was 14, a senior who shared desk with me left a note under the desk for me. i was in the evening session, he's in the morning. practically, we shared class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still young back then, so as u can guess i replied the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? he left me some chocolates under the table the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the letters stopped coming one day, after a little argument occur between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turned out that someone had gave him a warning not to mess with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mind though, he was too freaky. he stalks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, one lucky day, there'll be a note or something under my desk when i go to school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or a letter addressed to me in the mailbox on a sunday morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or a bouquet of white roses for me on my steps when i came back from school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or a jar full of chupa chups sent anonymously to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or....or....or... use your own imagination please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-6694932034844017604?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6694932034844017604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=6694932034844017604' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6694932034844017604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/6694932034844017604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/write-me-love-letter-and-ill-be-your.html' title='write me a love letter and i&apos;ll be your girl'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-1702055937249875408</id><published>2009-03-03T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:08:46.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>to be a politician is the last thing on my list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think our politics are immature. the politicians, they remind me of high school boys and girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the juniors &lt;em&gt;cari pasal&lt;/em&gt; with the seniors, and the seniors wants to get even, they'll say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"jom lah kita settle luar sekolah!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;followed by the f word, l word, b word, p word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then after school they'll gather in the park to watch a live show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till the police patrol car had to come and break the fight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or when the high school girls start to create dramas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like if they hate a girl, they'll bitch about her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;call her names, make sure nobody is to be friends with her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back stab her, write mean stuffs about her on the toilet wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till at last the poor girl will eventually surrender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;either shifting school, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or being admitted in a mental institution,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or just die, suicide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if that's the case, i can do a better job than some of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vote for me! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure i can think of better dramas to create in the parliament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;geehee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;pardon me for speaking my &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt; ever so loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/2499259401897919741-1702055937249875408?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/1702055937249875408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=1702055937249875408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/1702055937249875408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/1702055937249875408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-be-politician-is-last-thing-on-my.html' title='to be a politician is the last thing on my list'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-2756143002979248272</id><published>2009-03-01T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:17:25.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>purplenies, rednies, yellownies, BROWNIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;usaha untuk menggemukkan badan berjaya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saya telah membuat &lt;a href="http://www.asianfoodchannel.com/recipes_details.php?urlname=walnut_chocolate_brownies"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dan ia sangat sedap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esok haruslah bangun subuh untuk memulakan usaha membuang ribuan kalori yang berjaya dikumpul dengan memakan benda itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dan juga benda &lt;a href="http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2008/09/sesuatu-yg-melemahkan-iman-anda.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;terima kasih anna olson! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-2756143002979248272?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2756143002979248272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=2756143002979248272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2756143002979248272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2756143002979248272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/purplenies-rednies-yellownies-brownies.html' title='purplenies, rednies, yellownies, BROWNIES'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-2568612490358929572</id><published>2009-03-01T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:06:22.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama queen'/><title type='text'>oh kenapaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>cancer. it's such a big word. it'll be bigger if it applies to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let say. one day you're having a very bad headache. the next day, the doctor diagnosed u with a lung cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"whats that gotta do with the very bad headache?"&lt;/em&gt; u may ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the cancer has reached a critical state and it has already &lt;strong&gt;spread to the brain&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, that's when you realise life is not that long anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know a person in that situation. a very close person. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;family,&lt;/span&gt; in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i thought, &lt;em&gt;"why am i acting like everything is normal? i don't feel the sadness."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my theories:&lt;br /&gt;1. i've known him since forever. so eventhough he's all sick, i still see him as the healthy person i've known all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm just in denial. :) i only see what i want to see, i only feel what i want to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm pretending to be happy when ever i'm with him so that he feel less like he's dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should be sad. i must be sad. this is the perfect situation where i'm allowed to show my capability of being a sensitive person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how can i be sad when he's all happy like nothing is wrong with him? so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't see this one coming, we can't. after all, we're just mere humans, with so many weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all thats left for us to do now just is pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-2568612490358929572?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2568612490358929572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=2568612490358929572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2568612490358929572'/><link rel='self' 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align="center"&gt;rumah &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bendahara&lt;/span&gt; rocks your socks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SalnHqwhxzI/AAAAAAAAAaY/J10GETCEr1M/s1600-h/P2282165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307887017267414834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SalnHqwhxzI/AAAAAAAAAaY/J10GETCEr1M/s320/P2282165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku menjadi maskot rumah ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nak sapu juara perbarisan rumah sukan yang telah disandang selama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tiga tahun berturut-turut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mari cakap WOAHHHH! beramai-ramai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who am i? i'm a true blue :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-8476353953797629698?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/8476353953797629698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=8476353953797629698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/8476353953797629698'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lalalaaa'/><title type='text'>choo choo TRAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;drops of jupiter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he's back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;With drops of Jupiter in his hair, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;He acts like summer and walks like rain&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Since the return from his stay on the moon&lt;br /&gt;He listens like spring and he talks like June, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did you sail across the sun&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded&lt;br /&gt;And that heaven is overrated&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he's back from that soul vacation&lt;br /&gt;Tracing his way through the constellation, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;He checks out Mozart while he does tae-bo&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he's back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that he might think of me as plain ol' Jane&lt;br /&gt;Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;And head back to the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;And tell me, did Venus blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;Was it everything you wanted to find&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation&lt;br /&gt;The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;And head back toward the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did you sail across the sun&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded&lt;br /&gt;And that heaven is overrated&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;meaningful song :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-4983734055288288336?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' 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pasal orang like nobody's business. haha. dia cerita dekat saya &lt;em&gt;"tadi kan yu fei dengan pengawas pusat sumber lain nyanyikan kite birthday song"&lt;/em&gt; saya senyum dan terus tukar topic &lt;em&gt;"awak, kalau ethene jadi ethanol, nonene jadi nonol eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last period, waktu english. 4 orang daripada kami turun awal. kononnye nak jumpa cikgu lah,meeting lah, jual kuih lah, masak maggi lah, cuci baju lah, lol. dia still tidak mengesyaki apa2. kami turun ke kantin dan keluarkan cake dan sedia untuk attack dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas sahaja loceng berbunyi semua classmate [exclude the other half :P] turun ke kantin dan sorok sorok. sebaik dia tiba, candle pun dah hampir tenggelam dalam cake. ekspresi wajahnya, priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307439067191599346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SafPtir8YPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/N3TiOtNn_3U/s320/P2262077.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;lab partner, gossip partner, go-to girl if tak faham chemistry, partner mengusha juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SafPtW5eNRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/4Eqy4Umgj2E/s1600-h/P2262071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307439064027116818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SafPtW5eNRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/4Eqy4Umgj2E/s320/P2262071.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;moist chocolate cake from berry's. we love it, marvellous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307439060240519410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SafPtIyrUPI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5ySOgbcgZcA/s320/P2262087.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SafPs1I1gsI/AAAAAAAAAZY/AlvuMdA9AKw/s1600-h/P2262093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307439054964753090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SafPs1I1gsI/AAAAAAAAAZY/AlvuMdA9AKw/s320/P2262093.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the gossip group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SafPsp_ZheI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Vb3I0JCo834/s1600-h/P2262067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307439051972380130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SafPsp_ZheI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Vb3I0JCo834/s320/P2262067.JPG" border="0" 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type='text'>syazana absent hari ini membuatkan saya gila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i feel horrible. everything seems so wrong. i'm starting to realize that i ain't what people say i am. i doubt my own capability, my sanity. i can't believe how selfish i can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i do? i thought i want this so much. i have the perfect vision of what it'll be. i guess thats just not enough, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody cares like i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gotta drink more coke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-5044784391097266438?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-4233118082666342302</id><published>2009-02-23T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:18:13.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me amor'/><title type='text'>i miss that japanese woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i did my weekly email checking this evening. oh boy, was i happy when i saw her name there in my inbox list. &lt;strong&gt;yuriko tadakuma.&lt;/strong&gt; just that simple, wonderful name. happy, sad, excited all mixed up inside of me when i read the content of the mail. happy because i finally get to hear from hear, sad because i miss her so much, excited because i feel like i'm one step closer to stepping my feet in japan. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she said she's been busy with her work. and of course with her band. i saw her pictures and videos at myspace. i soooo look up to her! see what i mean by clicking &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;amp;friendID=1001069210"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. u might not understand what they wrote there because its written mostly in japanese. but try using babel fish web translator, that'll do the trick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she also said its getting warmer there, already reaching the end of freezing winter season. n just in a few weeks, hellooo springtime! thats when the cherry blossoms or well known as the sakura will bloom gloriously. she spelled it as 'cherry brossam'. haha, thats so cute! imagine her trying to pronounce it. kan orang jepun takleh sebut L. macam cikgu tusyen physics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306008806509970722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SaK65acfBSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GSCa_qDCbuQ/s320/yuriko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yuri and her 92 year old grandma. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i told her bout the school magazine stuff that i'm doing, the reason why i replied her email a month late. n she wanted to read it! that gives me the idea, i'll post it to her when its published! woohoo. the first PERMATA to be post oversea. cool aite?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;loves n out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&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/2499259401897919741-4233118082666342302?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4233118082666342302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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mistaken. woahh, i feel so intimidated! edward cullen kan weh? pffft. bullsh*t. gahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what movie we watched that night after dinner? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;geng upin dan ipin&lt;/span&gt;! woohoo. the movie was quite interesting n funny. at first i refused to watch it but i had to since my sister wanted to watch it badly. so sad, i watched it ALONE, coz &lt;strong&gt;somebody&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to go home early and didnt want to accompany me. i didnt manage to get a seat at the same row with my family. so there i was, sitting next to another loner who happens to buy the single seat next to me. the fact that there were no chinese or indians watching that movie is really disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the people in the cinema that night were Malay. mostly came with their family. the way they behave in the cinema makes me wonder "is this their first trip to the movies?". seriously, the kids were acting like &lt;em&gt;jakuns&lt;/em&gt; n they &lt;em&gt;selamba&lt;/em&gt; go n shout n talk n play along the stairs DURING THE SHOW. note to self written parenting 101: do's n don'ts book, teach own children how to behave in cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mothers lagi la kan. siap duduk dekat tangga lepastu gelak kuat2 macam cinema tu suami dia punya. lepastu kalau boleh segala makanan dekat popcorn bar tu dia nak angkut buat bekal. apa kata len kali bawak tikar dan nasi lemak sambal tumis dari rumah skali, kan senang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni nak cakap psl guitar pulak. my guitar, which i proudly name it &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ARION&lt;/span&gt;, turns out to be sucha loser. i suddenly had the urge to play it last week. when i opened the bag, i saw the strings were all rusty. tak berkualiti punya guitar dari MUSIC WALK. hmphh. i want to change the strings. but then realize its pointless if i dont play it. nanti lama2 berkarat lagi, menyusahkan je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akhir kata, kita mestilah cari suami yang KUAT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been thinking bout this alot since that someone installed it in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-2381763137129708783?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2381763137129708783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=2381763137129708783' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2381763137129708783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/2381763137129708783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/02/betul-betul-betul.html' title='betul betul betul'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-3921760297637559952</id><published>2009-02-20T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:37:26.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama queen'/><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>i hate &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gossips&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-3921760297637559952?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3921760297637559952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=3921760297637559952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3921760297637559952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/3921760297637559952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-7740924044056856566</id><published>2009-02-18T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:17:00.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>why are we attracted to younger boys?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;because there's no eligible older guys here to flirt with. same age? nahhh, not our thang :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kan husna, kannn? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*i know she doesnt read this but i still wanna write her name here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-7740924044056856566?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/7740924044056856566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=7740924044056856566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='crap machine'/><title type='text'>its written on your face, baby</title><content type='html'>guys are so easy to read. this is not just a random fact. it is based on my personal experience. lotsa 'em! haha. sometimes their 'signs' are too obvious to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this guy i know. i dont really know what his problem is. but i cant stand those constant glances he likes to give me. i'm NOT trying to blow my own horns here n say that probably he likes me. no, please dont get me wrong. its just an instinct. thats what i call it anyway. because we girls are very intuitive, rite girls? *yeahhhhhhhhh* sebab itu hanya ada naluri keibuan, bukan naluri kebapaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next time if u like a girl, please do keep it to yourself. unless u purposely wants her to know that u like her. otherwise, just put it safely in a box, lock it n throw away the key. habis ceritaaaa. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-5239934073946420764?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/5239934073946420764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=5239934073946420764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5239934073946420764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5239934073946420764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-written-on-your-face-baby.html' title='its written on your face, baby'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-5480507740619295376</id><published>2009-02-17T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:20:29.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><title type='text'>idiotic guys dont deserve a place in this world</title><content type='html'>i went for biology tuition today. before class, i headed to the counter to pay my monthly fee. then there's this abang who is super irritating wanna cari pasal with me. who does he think he is? so great lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story begins. last month i went for a bio trial class on 13th of january. on the 15th, i went for my 2nd trial which is chemistry class. then, after that class, i went to pay the fees n he insisted that i cant pay for only half the price coz its already the middle of january. so i paid the full fee for 3 subjects. bio, chem n physics. since last month i only paid in the middle of the month [fully], so this month it is fair that i pay on the same date as last month. only that this month i plan on droppin physics coz the teacher is freakin lousy. she cant pronounce L properly. ironically, her name is nicolle -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the story. but nooooo. this abang had to cari pasal with me. he said that i must pay full payment this month including the physics fee. means that even if i wanna drop it, i still have to pay full. more irritating is that my friend, who started her class on 15th of january get to pay half the payment for last month. JUST BECAUSE SHE DIDNT GO FOR THE ONE TRIAL CLASS LIKE I DID. does he even know the very definiton of TRIAL CLASS? its for free goddammit! thats why it is called trial, stupidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih, maybe this is too confusing to understand. what i'm trying to say here is that this stupid guy [yang x pergi sekolah n tak ade life n maybe kena dump dengan girlfren die pasal die terlalu loser dan poyo dan annoying n pasal die terlalu overweight n ade masalah self-esteem] is a cheater. he cheats people, innocent people like me yang kalau boleh memang malas nak cari gaduh dengan orang yg terlalu loser mcm die. furthermore, i respect older people. ONLY WHEN THEY'VE EARNED MY RESPECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, people like him deserve to work in a place like that with that boring job with that low salary. yeah, u really deserve that fat ass. coz if u were smart n brilliant as i am, n have a decent common sense n respect towards others n self dignity like i have, u wont be stuck in that pathetic life of yours. u're such a fucked up person n girls dont even want to have the slightest idea of being with a guy like u. huh. now i'm satisfied. i shouldnt let him get to me like that next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now, drop that topic please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well well well! i've discovered something new today! i am no longer scared of blood. hahaha. bodohnya, nak jd dokter tapi takut darah. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;during recess, i went to the ladiesroom [cehh, toilet sudeyy] then, theres this junior girl, she asked farhana whether she have shillings or not. i asked her what are the shillings for? then she said she wanted to buy the sanitary pad from the pad machine. thats when i saw this other girl, who kept wiping her nose which wre bleeding heavily. i coolly asked her what happened n she said she dont know why her nose wont stop bleeding for the past HALF AN HOUR. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she is sure one strong girl coz if it was me in her shoes, i might just pass out n people have to rush me to the ER. n apparently, the pad that her friend wanted to buy earlier was to be used to cover her nose coz the tissues werent enough to contain the blood.. WHAT A GREAT IDEA! i just laughed n offered to buy her tissues form the bookshop. after helping her cleaned up her nose, i went of to class. &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;i still get the tinge in my toe n that sick feeling at the pitch of my stomach whenever i thought of blood. but i guess i'm used to it by now, after the toe situation [urghh, here comes the tinge] hooray for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&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/2499259401897919741-5480507740619295376?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/5480507740619295376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=5480507740619295376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5480507740619295376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/5480507740619295376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/02/idiotic-guys-dont-deserve-place-in-this.html' title='idiotic guys dont deserve a place in this world'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-744794076011681690</id><published>2009-02-16T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:22:10.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama queen'/><title type='text'>scene 2, take 5: juliet kills romeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;romeo: boleh tak teman aku kat sekola saturday ni? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;juliet: malas lah. x suka pegi skola hari sabtu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;romeo&lt;/span&gt;: alaaa, please please please? i bought u cadbury chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;juliet: hurmm, tengok lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juliet didn't show up at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romeo called juliet on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romeo: asl x dtg skola? jom lepak mamak.&lt;br /&gt;juliet: xnak. malas la.&lt;br /&gt;romeo: kejap je!&lt;br /&gt;juliet: TAKNAK.&lt;br /&gt;romeo: okay, aku datang rumah kau. nak hantar barang.&lt;br /&gt;juliet: tak payah laaa. kat skola je bagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romeo texted juliet, expressing his angriness n frustrations. told her he'd thrown the rose he bought for juliet.&lt;br /&gt;juliet got really angry n told romeo to throw the chocolate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romeo: die dah janji dengan aku die nk jd date aku utk valentines.&lt;br /&gt;juliet's bestie: wey, there's a big difference between "would you be my valentines?" n "jom teman aku on valentines day?"&lt;br /&gt;romeo: ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: he's NOT my romeo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-744794076011681690?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/744794076011681690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=744794076011681690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/744794076011681690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/744794076011681690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/02/scene-2-take-5-juliet-kills-romeo.html' title='scene 2, take 5: juliet kills romeo'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-5170576367709853408</id><published>2009-02-14T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:23:13.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meow meow'/><title type='text'>sesetengah orang memang tak faham bahasa, tak macam kucing saya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some people don't get it when i said that I AM NOT FREAKING INTERESTED. just back off n leave me alone. stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bugging&lt;/span&gt; me or i will make your life much more miserable then it already is. geddit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;calming down...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fuh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fuh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;similarity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302672136863495842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SZbgNrYcNqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/bxKAn2rKbtg/s320/P2082020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;little miss emperor/empress. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nampak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mcm&lt;/span&gt; emperor china &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302672141196867730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SZbgN7hmOJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/KAk4ZsF1RIA/s320/P2082024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;miss mole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302672143501670674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SZbgOEHGuRI/AAAAAAAAAYY/h7SrGDUvOzA/s320/P2082030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;charlie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chaplin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;they're my grandma's cats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i think those dark spots on the nose are either the in trend with the cats there or its a cat disease. hahaha, funnay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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saya'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SZbgNrYcNqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/bxKAn2rKbtg/s72-c/P2082020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2499259401897919741.post-51310997859307449</id><published>2009-02-13T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:23:45.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily headlines'/><title type='text'>cooking n eating are two different things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cooked dinner last night.&lt;br /&gt;vermicelli noodle with tom yam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vermicelli is the glamour name for meehoon fyi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how was it? absolutely delishhh! [as jamie oliver would say]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i give it 12/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n todayyy, this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i made the most freaking awesome urmm, food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dunno how to explain the thing but its made from guava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gahahaha, i can officially get married now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coz i can cook! weehee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cepat2 lah masuk meminang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sila ambil borang dan beratur dan jangan tolak2 ye :)&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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302489255451949170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SZY54lCJ-HI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6xpVj7Q5E7Q/s320/P2082041.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;see, i can also drive now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2499259401897919741-51310997859307449?l=chumichumichumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/feeds/51310997859307449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2499259401897919741&amp;postID=51310997859307449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/51310997859307449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2499259401897919741/posts/default/51310997859307449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chumichumichumi.blogspot.com/2009/02/cooking-n-eating-are-two-different.html' title='cooking n eating are two different things'/><author><name>farah abbas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630066463731537727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QG0JcjnQ65c/Ta_GWFa-XvI/AAAAAAAAAps/-9bfz2ONMIc/s220/Picture0055.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_819OXtybjc0/SZY54lCJ-HI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6xpVj7Q5E7Q/s72-c/P2082041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
