<?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-2981100433510232508</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:30:50.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mudie berry turvy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-242844429794156218</id><published>2009-10-06T22:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T18:01:08.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is why i love Farhan alot,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Him : Where got guy meet girl on hari raya night.&lt;br /&gt;Him : crazy people only do that!&lt;br /&gt;Me : thats love, hehe, i love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Him : you see how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;Me : huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Him : i come back from Hong Kong and i drive all the way to your house ok!&lt;br /&gt;Him : only to argue with you&lt;br /&gt;Me : sorry pms :(&lt;br /&gt;Him : forever lah.&lt;br /&gt;Me : i is love you alot thats why i is always angry.&lt;br /&gt;Him : ya love habis!&lt;br /&gt;Me : of cos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Him : i wanted to call you the moment i touched down, but my phone was dead.&lt;br /&gt;Him : so i got home and straight away called you.&lt;br /&gt;Me : thats love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Him : you never appreciate me.&lt;br /&gt;Me : says who!&lt;br /&gt;Him : appreciate habis.&lt;br /&gt;Me : i never ask you to meet me what, i always want you to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Him : see see, where got appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;Me : hehehe okay sorry, i luff luff you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry baby, i will always love you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate everything you have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate you driving from woodlands to siglap almost everyday to see me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-242844429794156218?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/242844429794156218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/242844429794156218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-bloody-annoying-when-you-wanna-read.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-1847379530890464391</id><published>2009-09-22T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:04:35.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SrjAVgaBF5I/AAAAAAAAC1k/bXEhFmNbknQ/s1600-h/DSC03767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384264830230271890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SrjAVgaBF5I/AAAAAAAAC1k/bXEhFmNbknQ/s400/DSC03767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; R.I.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've known shameer for less than a year and&lt;strong&gt; i'll remember him for the rest of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll always remember the times where farid would come to school and we would sit in the canteen together and you would sit infront of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll always remember the times where you, me and farid would buy food during recess and we'll argue about the chicken and the amount of nuggets we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll always remember the laughter you'd give when farid and me argue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll always remember the talks we had in malay class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll miss you&lt;/strong&gt;, the quiet boy who would smile when i winked at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll always remember your smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll miss everything about you boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart goes out to your family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love you shameer :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-1847379530890464391?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1847379530890464391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1847379530890464391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-known-shameer-for-less-than-year.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SrjAVgaBF5I/AAAAAAAAC1k/bXEhFmNbknQ/s72-c/DSC03767.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-7213363683114353650</id><published>2009-09-12T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:57:52.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because we're both egoistic and revengeful that sometimes things just go out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, i still love you unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we fight every day, yes every single day.&lt;br /&gt;But these constant arguments, make me love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this, on the very same day he came back from Hong Kong, he drove to my place just to see me ( i love you honey) and for the first 10 minutes, we would be infinite and then i say something dumb and he flares up and gives that face and we argue in the car and he sends me home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we were fighting because i was being bitchy and so he decided to become a bitch and me being me, i told him to just go stop texting me because i was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : whats wrong with you ah.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : me?&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : ohh nothing&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : just understanding your sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : thats all :)&lt;br /&gt;Me : ya okay me, im the crazy one.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : I didnt know i was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : you talking from experience is it? takes one to know one.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : penat and malas?&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : i dont wish to use your own words against you.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : but yeah bet you know what im gonna say right babe?&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : was talking to you so nicely.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : since you say you dont wanna text anymore and all&lt;br /&gt;Me : im really irritated with you.&lt;br /&gt;Me : really.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : i will respect your decision.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : why?&lt;br /&gt;Me : first you said you wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : cause im ''perfect''?&lt;br /&gt;Me : FARHAN!&lt;br /&gt;Me : listen to me can!&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : or is it because im the few that can understand your sarcasm?&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : what?&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : come on!&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;Me : you make me all confuse.&lt;br /&gt;Me : why are you being so sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : ME?&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : SARCASTIC?&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : noooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Me : okay fine, im the sarcastic one.&lt;br /&gt;Me : i am okay.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : Im just playing your games by your rules.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : dont blame me alright darling?&lt;br /&gt;Me : see you always want to balas balik&lt;br /&gt;Me : i hate it ok!&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : hate what?&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : that what you do have consequences?&lt;br /&gt;Me : yelah yelah.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : oh come on.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : Im sure you can do better than that.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : i didnt start this.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : i was talking to you nicely.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : you blew your top.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : god knows why.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : what was it again?&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : about me leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : yaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : im leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : so?&lt;br /&gt;Me : the way you text is to urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn: that gives you the right to blow your top when you have the chance?&lt;br /&gt;Me : no, im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : The way i text? why?&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : whats wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : You tried reading what you send me a few days ago?&lt;br /&gt;Me : the way you text is so -.-, got really irritated.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : maybe you will get the idea alright missy.&lt;br /&gt;Me : the way you say k nvm, go do whatever you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : yaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : so?&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : you were talking to your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : and i dont wish to disturb.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : whats wrong witht that.&lt;br /&gt;Me : i said you werent disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : being the ever so polite that you are.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : im sure i am.&lt;br /&gt;Me : farhan, i dont wanna argue.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : then dont start.&lt;br /&gt;Me : okay, its never gonna happen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : oh nooo.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : of course its gonna happen again.&lt;br /&gt;Me : no, its not.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : im sure of it :)&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : anything i say remember?&lt;br /&gt;Me : it wont.&lt;br /&gt;Me : i will never ever talk to you anymore after today.&lt;br /&gt;Me : i dont want to argue with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Me : i dont.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : then dont start.&lt;br /&gt;Me : okay im not.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : texting you nicely tau.&lt;br /&gt;Me : so just end it here.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : you got angry.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : end it here? yaaa sure.&lt;br /&gt;Me : im not angry.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : of course.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : even a retard could figure it out really.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : whats wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;Me : WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : err&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : ok&lt;br /&gt;Me : ENOUGH LAH, ENOUGH OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;Me : i know im the one who started it all.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : i have no problem.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : oh nooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Me : i know im the one that has attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : you're perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : im the one who started this&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : me me and me.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : wasnt i the perfect one?&lt;br /&gt;Me : im the one thats always in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : oh takde lah&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : you're always happy happy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : ever so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Me : FUCKING STOP BEING SARCASTIC WILL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : so happy you make happy embarass&lt;br /&gt;Me : YOU RESEMBLE SOMEONE IM STARTING TO HATE, REALLY&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : sooo?&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : back to the comparing circle huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : wait.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : girls i have dated&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : err nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Me : they never compare.&lt;br /&gt;Me : they are the best&lt;br /&gt;Me : they arent like me.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : wow thanks, been awhile since someone told me that.&lt;br /&gt;Me : they treat you all nice.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : geez, dont remind me please.&lt;br /&gt;Me : im the most tempremental one ever.&lt;br /&gt;Me : i will just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Me : now say whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : oh god why?&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : in a conversation&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : both party need to converse.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : its only fair.&lt;br /&gt;Me : ya okay.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : its weird when your dp is  smiling and im imagining you killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Me : hahahahahah shut up lah.&lt;br /&gt;Me : im so angry with you.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : shutting up like you told me to.&lt;br /&gt;Me : im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Ahn : im sorry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person who came make me laugh when im angry ^.^&lt;br /&gt;He called me up after we fought online and things are much better now.&lt;br /&gt;I love you paki boy, xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-7213363683114353650?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7213363683114353650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7213363683114353650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-this-picture-from-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-9013854411541701373</id><published>2009-09-09T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:57:57.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SqdRO0wVZnI/AAAAAAAAC1E/dpNw6JY1kBo/s1600-h/n775715108_4709163_4337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379357595038738034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SqdRO0wVZnI/AAAAAAAAC1E/dpNw6JY1kBo/s400/n775715108_4709163_4337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SqdROQ1TDiI/AAAAAAAAC08/moTTG3zQENs/s1600-h/4580_204728145108_775715108_6946538_672222_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379357585395879458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SqdROQ1TDiI/AAAAAAAAC08/moTTG3zQENs/s400/4580_204728145108_775715108_6946538_672222_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, thats my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to my beloved sister, nazirah aziz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 24th BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those quarrels we always have, its temporary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eventhough you're a mother now, you will always remain as my bestfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone i look up to and someone i will always treasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i only have one sister in this whole wide world and thats you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know you love your baby sister too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-9013854411541701373?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/9013854411541701373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/9013854411541701373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-thats-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SqdRO0wVZnI/AAAAAAAAC1E/dpNw6JY1kBo/s72-c/n775715108_4709163_4337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-7896462099275161038</id><published>2009-09-09T14:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:39:04.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SqdMn4ZSE9I/AAAAAAAAC00/08NdDnFvDxY/s1600-h/10132_270499510108_775715108_8582171_764018_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379352527954383826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SqdMn4ZSE9I/AAAAAAAAC00/08NdDnFvDxY/s400/10132_270499510108_775715108_8582171_764018_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;KYLE RAFAEL MERNONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my sister gave birth on the 2nd of September 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so you count how many days old is kyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's so tiny and i have yet to carry him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when my sister gave birth, i asked my mum &lt;em&gt;''mother, i wanna carry him''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she gave me the who are you kidding look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was only a day old then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you're a week old, i'll carry you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then when you're a little bit older, around 9 months old, i will let you eat all the junk food like how im feeding your big brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-7896462099275161038?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7896462099275161038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7896462099275161038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/09/kyle-rafael-mernone.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SqdMn4ZSE9I/AAAAAAAAC00/08NdDnFvDxY/s72-c/10132_270499510108_775715108_8582171_764018_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-4269728000691115694</id><published>2009-09-07T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:05:21.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SqdTV2egzKI/AAAAAAAAC1M/X1AWUQf6M6g/s1600-h/CIMG0046+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379359914783198370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SqdTV2egzKI/AAAAAAAAC1M/X1AWUQf6M6g/s400/CIMG0046+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N levels started today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with bahasa melayu being the first paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya allah tuhanku, maha susah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i seriously think that last year's n level paper was easier, i got a B4 last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not bad for someone like me actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however, i hope to get a B3 or an A2 this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets just wait till 18 december :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wrote question number 4 for karangan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;''warga singapura tidak mengamalkan gaya hidup sihat...''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i chose that question because i really couldnt do any of the other question and because if i do question number 4, its by ''experience''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wrote a couple of words in english for example Health Promotion Board cause i have no idea what it means in malay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope i wont be pinalised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i think that paper 2 was tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the comprehension section, at the end, there's the &lt;em&gt;''berikan makna''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) lucu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) kemesraan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) meluap-luap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAAA, IMAGINE MY REACTION WHEN I SAW ALL THAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but nevertheless, i think i did pretty well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im screwed for social studies tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gonna sleep and wake up at 3 am to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shall put what fad told me to use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''dimulakan dengan bismillah dan disudahi dengan alhamdullilah''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-4269728000691115694?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4269728000691115694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4269728000691115694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/09/n-levels-started-today.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SqdTV2egzKI/AAAAAAAAC1M/X1AWUQf6M6g/s72-c/CIMG0046+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-563101457757851128</id><published>2009-08-31T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:48:22.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SpvgzwLr6sI/AAAAAAAAC0c/NoCp7ceqnQ4/s1600-h/CIMG0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376137759908686530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SpvgzwLr6sI/AAAAAAAAC0c/NoCp7ceqnQ4/s400/CIMG0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rohaizad is the best guy friend ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he gives me food discount and on top of that, he gives me extra baked rice and extra chicken and extra mozarella, delicious!&lt;br /&gt;but i was kinda scared to tell him what i ordered cause who knows he put weird stuff inside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHHHAHA BUT I LOVE HIM FOR MAKING ME FAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and izad i hate you, cause everyone thought i was chinese until you came up to me and spoke in bahasa melayu -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHEEEEE LAH YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to chiong SS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ms irda : ''where you going after this?''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me : ''going to study with finella''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ms irda smirks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and mr angulia who's behind me laughs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I STUDY LAH! DONT UNDER ESTIMATE ME LAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went to geylang with dessy and finella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SINGAPORE VERY HOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the bazaar was super boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every year getting boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im very annoyed with the shoe shop at our secret place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I BADLY WANT THAT BEADED SANDALS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its fucking 22 bucks okay, damn cheap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but no size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its okay, i'll drop by again and see if there's any nice new arrival :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont think im fat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to eat the &lt;em&gt;keropok&lt;/em&gt; me and finella bought just now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you ms sharifah. ms liyana, ms irda, mr angulia, mr shah, mrs lena tiu, mr zaldy, ms ong, mr syazwan, mr tock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i owe you teachers cupcake, after fasting month ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now must study for your subjects, so i can get straight As.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-563101457757851128?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-3053678013738090676</id><published>2009-08-18T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:34:04.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Soq7HnZv-MI/AAAAAAAAC0U/JpgtdY6Gxl0/s1600-h/CIMG0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371311245103200450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Soq7HnZv-MI/AAAAAAAAC0U/JpgtdY6Gxl0/s400/CIMG0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;know you miss me, you know i miss you -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay shut up, im very busy at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with n's just around the corner, i have no time to fool around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, im serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to get:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A1/A2 for english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A2/B3 for bahasa melayu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A1/A2 for art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B3 for mathematics/science/humanities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to get that baybeh :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope i can do my momma and baba proud this time round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay that all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only that i've been eating out alot lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i just got back from eating arnold's with finella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finella wants me to lose weight HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when we went to fairprice, she asked me to get a big bottle of winter melon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOW TO LOSE WEIGHT LIKE THAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and next week im gonna break fast with hazwan and finella, you also puasa okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we can go and eat at naked fish shoppe&lt;br /&gt;YUMMEHHHHHHH :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i miss rina/wan/chris/rae alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the five of us are busy with school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;basically, i have quite a number of things to get done:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1) STUDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2) lose weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3) shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4) get my hair done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5) meet up with the takets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6) play netball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7) draw fad's tee shirt when im done with school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8)attend my cupcake and cake sculpture course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;9) sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10) get a new boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finella's line: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;F ml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-3053678013738090676?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3053678013738090676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3053678013738090676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Soq7HnZv-MI/AAAAAAAAC0U/JpgtdY6Gxl0/s72-c/CIMG0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-3318644947228858322</id><published>2009-07-28T18:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:14:23.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sm7Xm2kcJcI/AAAAAAAACzk/pEhgfDUxANA/s1600-h/6535_240106150108_775715108_7898388_276787_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363461268728194498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sm7XmBHMWtI/AAAAAAAACzM/U7-3CsFvbmg/s400/6535_240106120108_775715108_7898385_6552878_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sm7Xl8Qe8GI/AAAAAAAACzE/mYUr6PsbraY/s1600-h/6535_240106100108_775715108_7898381_2576277_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363461253075234914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sm7Xl8Qe8GI/AAAAAAAACzE/mYUr6PsbraY/s400/6535_240106100108_775715108_7898381_2576277_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i love it when ethan's at my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least i can have some peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mother wont be screaming at the top of her voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i get really annoyed when my mother disturbs me when im doing my stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when ethan's here, she cannot scold me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause if she does, obviously ethan will follow her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, Ethan's very good looking right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even when he cries, he looks yummeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;need i say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just so you know, good looks run in the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feel like stepping on my face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-3318644947228858322?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3318644947228858322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3318644947228858322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-looks-dark-here-eh-but-nevertheless.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sm7Xm2kcJcI/AAAAAAAACzk/pEhgfDUxANA/s72-c/6535_240106150108_775715108_7898388_276787_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-6536603238410453968</id><published>2009-07-26T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:16:23.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmvmqcW33XI/AAAAAAAACy0/iI1QBcgZfRI/s1600-h/CIMG0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362633398155730290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmvmqcW33XI/AAAAAAAACy0/iI1QBcgZfRI/s400/CIMG0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i have ten things to do with fadhilah ain, but i havent got the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im really ultra sorry fadhilah ain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and darn, you're starting work on monday, that means i wont get to see you anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nevermind, please make yourself free on saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait wait, do nurses work on saturday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i had alot of fun webcaming with fadhilah ain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know damn sick for a girl to webcam another girl, but ain wanted to show me her perm-ed hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okaylah, its not that bad, makes your face look big though :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then while webcaming with ain, fad came home and he joined ain in the webcam session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which made me more &lt;em&gt;''ecstatic''&lt;/em&gt; -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ain, what you said about mr paramedic, i wanna say it to your brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then fad decided to open his top and so i texted fad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he told ain he cant reply to my message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk, ain's not supposed to know that im messaging fad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but well, ain knows about it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okaylah, i love fadhilah ain's family except for her first brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her mom, dad, atin and especially fad are nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stupid idiot, he should die die die die die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will always remember what he said to fad while i was at their place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asshole, eventhough he didnt say it to me, he's talking about me, so im not happy at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i try my best to give him the &lt;em&gt;''chibai, go and eat shit''&lt;/em&gt; look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HURRRRR, HATE YOUR BIG BROTHER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please go and die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;basically, i miss fadhilah ain alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks gre for making us friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-6536603238410453968?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6536603238410453968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6536603238410453968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-ten-things-to-do-with-fadhilah.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmvmqcW33XI/AAAAAAAACy0/iI1QBcgZfRI/s72-c/CIMG0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-307527773549465035</id><published>2009-07-23T22:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:18:22.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh2L5bHOSI/AAAAAAAACyk/88LDM-7X0_Y/s1600-h/kuno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361665303149754658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh2L5bHOSI/AAAAAAAACyk/88LDM-7X0_Y/s400/kuno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kuno becker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh2Lp99Y9I/AAAAAAAACyc/ESztZGdzVy8/s1600-h/vindiesel-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361665299000943570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh2Lp99Y9I/AAAAAAAACyc/ESztZGdzVy8/s400/vindiesel-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mark sinclair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh2LeTQFaI/AAAAAAAACyU/_PugLNrChsQ/s1600-h/danny+way.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361665295869023650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh2LeTQFaI/AAAAAAAACyU/_PugLNrChsQ/s400/danny+way.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; danny way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh2LCdpfgI/AAAAAAAACyM/2XTwtFSpIZs/s1600-h/ryan+guet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361665288396439042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh2LCdpfgI/AAAAAAAACyM/2XTwtFSpIZs/s400/ryan+guet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ryan guettler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh2K8taUvI/AAAAAAAACyE/gx_cyMCSpN4/s1600-h/bruno+passos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361665286851941106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh2K8taUvI/AAAAAAAACyE/gx_cyMCSpN4/s400/bruno+passos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bruno passos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh1D1xRxXI/AAAAAAAACx8/HhY5itd1zCg/s1600-h/sheck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361664065218397554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh1D1xRxXI/AAAAAAAACx8/HhY5itd1zCg/s400/sheck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ryan sheckler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh1C9-QUiI/AAAAAAAACx0/m476l9P6cd0/s1600-h/chad+kagy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361664050240442914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh1C9-QUiI/AAAAAAAACx0/m476l9P6cd0/s400/chad+kagy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chad kagy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh1CXAdCYI/AAAAAAAACxk/25BeB87yrSg/s1600-h/jake+brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361664039780682114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh1CXAdCYI/AAAAAAAACxk/25BeB87yrSg/s400/jake+brown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jake brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;top eight men i wanna marry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(not in sequence).&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i miss out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-TRAVIS PASTRANA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-KYLE LOZA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching classic X with my mother yesterday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was watching danny way and my mother said this &lt;em&gt;''handsome lah this guy''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr hurr, and true enough, danny way is not that young but he's ooh la la hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very hot very hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i always tell syed to go and drink protein shake so that he can become more buff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he doesnt want to, he's always telling me ''natural''.&lt;br /&gt;nonsense right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you're wondering why there's a '&lt;em&gt;'becker''&lt;/em&gt; in my name, its because of hot mexican boy, kuno becker.&lt;br /&gt;there's something in kuno that makes me so 'ahhhhhh' everytime i see his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr hurrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-307527773549465035?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/307527773549465035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/307527773549465035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/kuno-becker-mark-sinclair.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Smh2L5bHOSI/AAAAAAAACyk/88LDM-7X0_Y/s72-c/kuno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-3251996499087955945</id><published>2009-07-20T19:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:28:40.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmRUioQHsUI/AAAAAAAACxU/3c9Pp5NGtFg/s1600-h/n1522706620_87099_4365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360502410375049538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmRUioQHsUI/AAAAAAAACxU/3c9Pp5NGtFg/s400/n1522706620_87099_4365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;farid's brother just called my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and farid's brother voice nice eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;farid brother : &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;''hi, i got a miss call from your number''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me : &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;''errr, who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farid brother : &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;''im raihan, you?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me : &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;''im naf''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;farid brother : &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;''err haha where did you get my number from?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me : &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;''errrrm errrm i didnt call you''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;farid brother : &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;''but i got a miss call from you''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and something struck me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me : &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;''OH OH OH, HAHHAHA, FARID'S BROTHER HUH?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;farid brother : &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;''oh hahahaha yes i am, you're his schoolmate?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me : &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;''hahahha yes, i am i am. hehe''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;farid brother &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;''oh, i thought who''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me : &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'' hahhaha, sorry sorry, errm okay bye''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;farid brother : &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;''ahhahahaha bye bye''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a good two minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but seriously, his voice is nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's raihan leftool -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;older brother has talent, younger brother so lazy like babiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-3251996499087955945?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3251996499087955945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3251996499087955945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/farids-brother-just-called-my-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmRUioQHsUI/AAAAAAAACxU/3c9Pp5NGtFg/s72-c/n1522706620_87099_4365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-246648756625030632</id><published>2009-07-20T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:21:50.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmRNnOftmUI/AAAAAAAACxE/mO0tKUeQvxI/s1600-h/CIMG0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360494792779077954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmRNnOftmUI/AAAAAAAACxE/mO0tKUeQvxI/s400/CIMG0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay so, this is the story of the KFC deliveryman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we ordered KFC around 7 cause my sister was hungry and we wanted to watch harry potter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the person said that it'll approximately arrive at 8.30 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we waited and waited until 8.45 and my sister was already so pissed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so she called them and she asked the manager what time will they be arriving.and he said that the rider's on the way.so when the driver honked at my house, my sister went out to pay.and i followed her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and when we came out, the rider handed us only one bloody plastic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in my heart, i was like &lt;em&gt;''twelve chicken and six side orders, in one small pastic?&lt;/em&gt;''i didnt say it aloud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my sister : is this all, and its $39.95?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rider : yes, this is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we checked and to our dismay, it was only the side orders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duh, my sister was angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so she asked the rider to give her the manager's number and my sister talked to the manager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they came fifteen minutes later to deliver all the chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagine how hungry i was by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kanasai,&lt;/em&gt; so not on time and on task.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but nevermind, the rider is good looking, so its okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he made up for it with his good looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tapi aku tetap marah kerana aku tidak suka apabila makanan aku dihidangkan lambat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-246648756625030632?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/246648756625030632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/246648756625030632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-so-this-is-story-of-kfc.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmRNnOftmUI/AAAAAAAACxE/mO0tKUeQvxI/s72-c/CIMG0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-6293089208301136425</id><published>2009-07-20T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:24:01.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmQ4fJ0ivPI/AAAAAAAACw8/oP5yiN3IeYE/s1600-h/CIMG0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360471564341132530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmQ4fJ0ivPI/AAAAAAAACw8/oP5yiN3IeYE/s400/CIMG0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohmygod, remember that crazy guy i told you about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ''policeman'' who takes number 2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me tell you something, fa'iqah also got disturbed by him last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku ingat dia sudah mati, rupa rupanya, dia masih hidup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he did what he did to me to fa'iqah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;psycho freak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fa'iqah double checked with me and yes, its him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- he wears dark blue pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- he is super tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- he takes number 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and as far as i've known, he always boards bus number 2 and he's always wearing blue pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so must be him right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohmygod, psycho psycho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I REALLY AM FREAKED OUT BY HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i try my best to avoid taking number 2 because of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had my english oral just now, it wasn't that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i did okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the examiner wearing orange top is friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whereas the one wearing black is so -__________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;farid sent me home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and once again, i cannot stand the pakcik, i mean he's nice, but when im around farid, he can get really irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i was wearing the helmet and the pakcik was like &lt;em&gt;''wah wah chey''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was like &lt;em&gt;''pakcik, kawan je lah, ya allah''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and mind you, farid's not a good rider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and also cause i dont have a sense of direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you see, that fatty forgot where my house is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's always gets lost around my area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so just now, i was like &lt;em&gt;''dont go down the slope, i dont trust you, i love my life''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so we went the by jalan ulu siglap way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he always ride straight and at the last minute, i will go &lt;em&gt;''left''&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;''right''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he'll like &lt;em&gt;''oi, betul betul lah''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but nevertheless, thank you gemuk :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today i save fifty-five cents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and good luck for the mc-delivery rider job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make sure you get the siglap one, so when you deliver me my food, i can scold you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and also cause im scared to go home alone since everyone's talking about &lt;em&gt;''nenek keropok''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iqah, me and shasha were practically the last three to sit for oral, so we talked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and shasha freaked me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she said this ''i heard the nenek is around opera estate area''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;honestly, im scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;real scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PARANOID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everywhere i go, i look around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i told my maid to close all the windows and not let anyone in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before its too late hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;main topic in school today was &lt;em&gt;''nenek keropok''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anwar/alif/fa'iqah/miss sharifah/shasha/hazwam/tinah/harith/farid/me were talking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the topic is very distracting yet interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we (me, iqah and shasha) were actually talking about disabled/low-IQ people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and coincidentally, the topic that came out during oral was linked to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ultra long post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-6293089208301136425?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6293089208301136425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6293089208301136425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/ohmygod-remember-that-crazy-guy-i-told.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmQ4fJ0ivPI/AAAAAAAACw8/oP5yiN3IeYE/s72-c/CIMG0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-3573434784512466024</id><published>2009-07-19T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:25:13.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmMoFoz8ljI/AAAAAAAACw0/lDO4fYmWreE/s1600-h/CIMG0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360172058820777522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmMoFoz8ljI/AAAAAAAACw0/lDO4fYmWreE/s400/CIMG0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sorry asrol and EVERYONE who was waiting for me to turn (mainly, syikin, ain, isa, and the others), blame my dad and blame the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY 27th BIRTHDAY ASROL :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i have to instill discipline in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to lose weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the urge to becoming thin is in me yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im so pissed off with the kfc deliveryman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so far, the only one's that knows what actually happened is yasin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i was msn-ing with yasin and yes, its been so long since i last talked to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bingit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the most dumb kental bacin rider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it when food comes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chibai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love&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/2981100433510232508-3573434784512466024?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3573434784512466024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3573434784512466024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-very-lazy-to-upload-all-photos-at.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmMoFoz8ljI/AAAAAAAACw0/lDO4fYmWreE/s72-c/CIMG0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-7085318725467777841</id><published>2009-07-17T15:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:26:33.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmAx5X1jhMI/AAAAAAAACwU/0GffYJufSr0/s1600-h/1_485584241l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359338418291836098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmAx5X1jhMI/AAAAAAAACwU/0GffYJufSr0/s400/1_485584241l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just got home from bedok interchange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went to the cobbler to do my heels sole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the screw at the bottom came off so yes, i had to do it as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if not i wont have heels to wear tomorrow -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the cobbler charged me four bucks to repair the sole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i spent a total of seventy bucks just now on foundation/mascara/concealer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to look pretty tomorrow you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and initially i wanted to straighten my fringe and set my hair for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but my mother was like &lt;em&gt;''waste money lah you''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so im scraping off that thought and im going shopping with my father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me+father = romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dad is the best shopping partner because i can just take anything and he'll just go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''ah, take'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''you want this?''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''ahhhhh''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''put lah''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''okay''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he will never object to anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even when i buy clothes he'll just ''ah nice nice, you want?'' whereas my mother will like ''aiyoh, so low, later you bend, all the man can see your boobs'' or she'll JUST HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY SO THAT SHE WONT HAVE TO WASTE MONEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-________________________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so currently, im waiting for my dad to come home and he's gonna accompany me to either tampines/parkway and confirm serangoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to get bangles and something to wear tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tampines/parway cause i need to go to sasa and get mascara and pore pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i need to buy hair spray so my hair wont be out of place tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very vain hor very hor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-7085318725467777841?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7085318725467777841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7085318725467777841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-got-home-from-bedok-interchange.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmAx5X1jhMI/AAAAAAAACwU/0GffYJufSr0/s72-c/1_485584241l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-6865539653839511795</id><published>2009-07-17T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:58:41.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmAu_kE1YrI/AAAAAAAACwM/tsHRrE7p-bc/s1600-h/Picture0004+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359335226121478834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmAu_kE1YrI/AAAAAAAACwM/tsHRrE7p-bc/s400/Picture0004+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im jinxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLEASE DO NOT CALL/MESSAGE my phone anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apparently something really fucked up happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was bathing in the morning and i always bring my phone into the toilet with me -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so, i left my phone in the sink on my towel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and after showering i pulled the towel and JENGJENGJENG my phone flew into the toilet bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i heard a heard metal sound and i turned and my phone was in the toilet bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY REACTION : ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i just put my hand into the toilet bowl and took out the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dad heard me and he was like &lt;em&gt;''why why, what happen?''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i said &lt;em&gt;''no no nothing, the shampoo fell into the toilet bowl''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAHHH DAMN FREAKING HEART BREAKING LAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is like the third time i phone went into the toilet bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thank god i didnt flush my phone down the toilet bowl like what i did two years back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO NOW, IM HANDPHONELESS AND UNCONTACTABLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-6865539653839511795?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6865539653839511795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6865539653839511795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-jinxed.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SmAu_kE1YrI/AAAAAAAACwM/tsHRrE7p-bc/s72-c/Picture0004+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-5306980376712808648</id><published>2009-07-16T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:14:33.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sl80BtOha6I/AAAAAAAACwE/gm5qK1QjwtE/s1600-h/n1522706620_174582_2252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359059285519199138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sl80BtOha6I/AAAAAAAACwE/gm5qK1QjwtE/s400/n1522706620_174582_2252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im ultra tired today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;firdaus is probably enjoying himself in indonesia while im in singapore, rotting to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanted to do art today till like what around six, but shikin wanted me over at her place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yes, i came home and ethan was around so i wasted some time at home then headed over to her place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had alot of fun talking rubbish with her and drinking yakult -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr hurr, and you wont get to see what i thought her how to do until sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause its for lembu baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wahlau, my cousins from my father's side are coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so after ameerhan's engagement, we have some party -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT THE PROBLEM IS, I HAVE TO GO TO ASROL'S 27th BIRTHDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i havent met everyone for god knows how long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss everyone :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i seriously cross my fingers about asrol's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;praying darn hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-5306980376712808648?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5306980376712808648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5306980376712808648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-ultra-tired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sl80BtOha6I/AAAAAAAACwE/gm5qK1QjwtE/s72-c/n1522706620_174582_2252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-75475598984732768</id><published>2009-07-14T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:54:59.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyNYjFMkWI/AAAAAAAACvs/43v_dSbebaY/s1600-h/CIMG0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358313109537460578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyNYjFMkWI/AAAAAAAACvs/43v_dSbebaY/s400/CIMG0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the ugly side of shahfid -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyNYQEJo1I/AAAAAAAACvk/KZEHkvPN1vE/s1600-h/CIMG0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358313104432800594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyNYQEJo1I/AAAAAAAACvk/KZEHkvPN1vE/s400/CIMG0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dont know what on earth he's trying to do -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyNYIjHctI/AAAAAAAACvc/n6JyR32uKUU/s1600-h/CIMG0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358313102415196882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyNYIjHctI/AAAAAAAACvc/n6JyR32uKUU/s400/CIMG0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; favourite minus the smelly face -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apit doesnt look like himself anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was browsing through his picture and i just realised that from different angles, he looks so -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when he's at work and when he's outside, he looks totally different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he did a good choice of signing on as a fireman, cause he looks like one hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i always tell apit that fireman's are hot and especially those who are around 24-27 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fullamak, hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he'll always tell me this &lt;em&gt;''im 21 and im hot''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i always try to demoralise him by saying &lt;em&gt;''the olders ones are hotter lah''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he'll always convince me by saying &lt;em&gt;''tu tak betul tu, salah salah''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i'll say &lt;em&gt;''shafid, tampines fire HQ alot of handsome fireman''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he'll always stand up for his station and say &lt;em&gt;''NO! bukit batok fire station firemen's are better looking okay''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'll always say &lt;em&gt;'' no, i've not come across any, you also not handsome''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he'll as usual say &lt;em&gt;''tu tak betul tu, salah salah''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recently he's been messaging me alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a few days back this idiot message me he said &lt;em&gt;''im having hangover, i hate this feeling, feeling horny''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i said &lt;em&gt;''shahfid (i dont call him apit cause it sounds so mat), since when you become so horny''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ITS SO NOT YOU LAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i dont understand why people think of shafid as a mat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay maybe cause he looks purely melyu and he has that mat face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he doesnt wear ugly nike slipper toilet and he doesnt speak like those macam paham mats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okaylah shafid, i'll make you happy, shafid is a hot fireman :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-75475598984732768?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/75475598984732768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/75475598984732768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-ugly-side-of-shahfid.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyNYjFMkWI/AAAAAAAACvs/43v_dSbebaY/s72-c/CIMG0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-1530977608260038009</id><published>2009-07-14T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:16:14.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyDqHpuAlI/AAAAAAAACvU/JhOuFvJ0dKE/s1600-h/6772_102911678386_683258386_2184740_1464716_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358302416295821906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyDqHpuAlI/AAAAAAAACvU/JhOuFvJ0dKE/s400/6772_102911678386_683258386_2184740_1464716_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AMEER :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyDpz3c2tI/AAAAAAAACvM/iTkFFv6w1xM/s1600-h/6772_102911778386_683258386_2184758_2186805_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358302410984708818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyDpz3c2tI/AAAAAAAACvM/iTkFFv6w1xM/s400/6772_102911778386_683258386_2184758_2186805_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyDppzZpGI/AAAAAAAACvE/7RqLwAqLPRY/s1600-h/6772_102911688386_683258386_2184742_6418399_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358302408283366498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyDppzZpGI/AAAAAAAACvE/7RqLwAqLPRY/s400/6772_102911688386_683258386_2184742_6418399_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyDpbmKS8I/AAAAAAAACu8/cTK95GQTjAA/s1600-h/CIMG0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358302404469738434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyDpbmKS8I/AAAAAAAACu8/cTK95GQTjAA/s400/CIMG0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sometimes i wish ariff had the used to be hair, seriouly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyCI19PpCI/AAAAAAAACus/pW0DeDMPZfw/s1600-h/CIMG0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358300745098568738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyCI19PpCI/AAAAAAAACus/pW0DeDMPZfw/s400/CIMG0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my mr ben sherman, isa ''people who wear ben sherman will only know that im wearing a harrington''. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyCIcCAe8I/AAAAAAAACuk/_cbS4oOynWE/s1600-h/CIMG0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358300738139225026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyCIcCAe8I/AAAAAAAACuk/_cbS4oOynWE/s400/CIMG0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyCIMLeQ8I/AAAAAAAACuc/ujMmBUgED3A/s1600-h/CIMG0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358300733883958210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyCIMLeQ8I/AAAAAAAACuc/ujMmBUgED3A/s400/CIMG0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isa, you make me look very fat :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyCHw_VRHI/AAAAAAAACuU/23Q2uMWOq7w/s1600-h/CIMG0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358300726585279602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyCHw_VRHI/AAAAAAAACuU/23Q2uMWOq7w/s400/CIMG0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isa has the most SEXIEST legs ever, yummeh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358300722748248034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyCHisgz-I/AAAAAAAACuM/hSYi-r2K_hA/s400/6772_102911888386_683258386_2184776_4134667_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; popeye madness, there was another table full of people, around 10-12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ameer's gonna be away for nine freaking months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll miss all his antics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all his lame jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll miss seeing him play ''skipping'' with keisha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll miss him making scary noises when i bring ethan over to his place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll miss arguing with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll miss him going ''adik, why your fingers like doraemon''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll miss how he'll try to find something to say to irritate the shit out of me and he'll share it with ariff and isa and they all will disturb me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll always remember the time when the fucking no balls guy threatened to beat me up and how ameer and all his siblings were trying to help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i remembered ameer saying &lt;em&gt;''you are stupid, who ask you to fall in love with that type of guy''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i remembered ameer saying &lt;em&gt;''anything call me, i bring my whole camp''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll miss ameer dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's one of the guy cousins that i grew up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll miss you ameer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let NINE freaking months pass faster ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we all can play guitar hero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you will see a thinner adik when you come back from thailand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-1530977608260038009?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1530977608260038009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1530977608260038009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/ameer-sometimes-i-wish-ariff-had-used.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlyDqHpuAlI/AAAAAAAACvU/JhOuFvJ0dKE/s72-c/6772_102911678386_683258386_2184740_1464716_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-4789371124532926422</id><published>2009-07-11T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:11:44.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sllv9YXv7vI/AAAAAAAACuE/lduqksPFiOw/s1600-h/90_047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357436332038680306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sllv9YXv7vI/AAAAAAAACuE/lduqksPFiOw/s400/90_047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i havent met wan tetek and chris for so freaking long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it was so good to see the both of them yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was rina, me and wan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then wan left to meet his family for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then chris and rae came later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you put chris and me together, all we talk about is sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll always go ''you diam eh, tak sunat''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he'll always have something to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;rina and me, as usual, we both will talk about everything and anything.the both of us will gossip like mad and laugh like nobody's business and talk about the weirdest random-est thing on earth.weddings/sex/lick/red/chocolate/bed/man, almost everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;rae and me will like talk rubbish and we'll criticise people like nobody's business.and we'll like talk about sex too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wan tetek and me will like ''wan, macam tak biasa je dengan i''.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHAH, THATS WAN FOR YOU!rina's very lucky to have wan, and tetekS, happy six months baybeh.HELLO WAN, I KNOW YOU'RE READING MY BLOG, DONT LAUGH AND SMILE AH!wan i know i have the SEXIEST, FIRMEST, FULLEST, BIGGEST BUTT you've ever seen.I KNOW AND RINA LOVES SMACKING IT :)but wan, i suka you punya jeans, i wanna touch your ass and do the ''meow''.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next time eh wan next time, we do ass groping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHHA, RINA WILL KILL ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im gonna miss every single one of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rina has to study for her o's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wan's schooling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chris is schooling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rae is working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;naf's schooling.&lt;/div&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;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-4789371124532926422?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4789371124532926422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4789371124532926422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-havent-met-wan-tetek-and-chris-for-so.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sllv9YXv7vI/AAAAAAAACuE/lduqksPFiOw/s72-c/90_047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-7888583089481443926</id><published>2009-07-09T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:37:51.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlW58KhlKyI/AAAAAAAACt8/x39TdMixFPI/s1600-h/DSC01656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356391775095565090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlW58KhlKyI/AAAAAAAACt8/x39TdMixFPI/s400/DSC01656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right after the police left, i went into my mom's room and talked to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then farid called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he said &lt;em&gt;''im&lt;/em&gt; outside your house''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i ran out of my mom's room and went to check and yes he came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i saw the his bike from my hall's mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and plus farid's bike is two strokes so the noise was disturbing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i expected farid only, but amin came along too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wooo, its been quite sometime since i last met amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amin has longer hair now and its curly and he looks thinner and he's taller and he's still the quiet one who will just smile and laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i look so horrible when they both came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was wearing fbt shorts, with amy's hair, with electric top and a smelly face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but whatever, i just came out to talk to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when amin saw me coming out of the main gate, he said &lt;em&gt;''badan kau makin naik''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i said&lt;em&gt; ''i know lah, dont have to remind me''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and farid just gave me the cheeky smile haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i told them the whole story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they both basically made me feel better after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;farid turned to amin and said ''&lt;em&gt;min, jom investigate''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAH, SO CUTE MAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you should have seen the expression on amin's face when farid said that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so candid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its good seeing amin after so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its good to see farid after i think four days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DID LIKE 3 POST TODAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahhahahhahaahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-7888583089481443926?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7888583089481443926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7888583089481443926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/right-after-police-left-i-went-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlW58KhlKyI/AAAAAAAACt8/x39TdMixFPI/s72-c/DSC01656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-5113999972737924821</id><published>2009-07-09T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:23:05.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlW1-8BQOVI/AAAAAAAACt0/4Un41pEw7Io/s1600-h/CIMG0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356387424694974802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlW1-8BQOVI/AAAAAAAACt0/4Un41pEw7Io/s400/CIMG0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO BLOODY PISSED TO THE MOTHER. F MAX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my neighbour is a fucking bitch who thinks that she's perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAK KAU PEH LAKI AH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was watching television with my mother and ethan and my mother dozed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while i continued playing with ethan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my maid was sitting outside with my grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then suddenly, someone called me and it was my neighbour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for your information, i NEVER EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE HER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dad doesnt like her cause she likes to complain over trivial matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so she called me and asked me to come over to her place because ''someone'' is throwing parrot kuaci into her compound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i said oh, you talk to my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i woke my mother up and my mother went over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she started complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she said that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;''someone is throwing kuaci''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my mother said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;''sorry, it must be the parrot''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she said that this thing has been going on for sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she emphasized that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;''everyone in your house is adult, so who throw''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she said &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;''how many children are there in your house?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she continued &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;''i dont think your son will throw kuaci and sweet wrapers into my house''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she said &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;''your son is very obedient, dont think its him''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she said &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;''who else can it be if not her''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i was so pissed i shouted &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;''EH DONT BE STUPID LAH, i got to school everyday and i come home and sleep or i'm taking care of the baby''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she said &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;''you come back from school early''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;''EH USE YOUR BRAIN CAN?, I COME HOME AND SLEEP, EVEN MY MOTHER KNOWS THAT, SO DONT MAKE ASSUMPTIONS LAH CHIBAI''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i continued ''AND IF IM NOT SLEEPING, IM TAKING CARE OF THE BABY''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she had the cheek to say &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;''you take care of him everyday meh''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;''EH NABEY LAH, I AM 17 YEARS OLD LAH, AND I AM NOT A PARROT TO EAT PARROT KUACI AND I DONT STAY HOME LIKE YOU TO BE A KEPO LAH''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she said &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;''must be you, must be one, your brother is good''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i said to my mother &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;''MA, FUCKING COME IN LAH, YOU TALK TO THIS KIND OF PEOPLE, YOU TALK TO DOG BETTER''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she said &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;''maybe your daughter is offended about something''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;andi said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;''EH HELLO, I DONT EVEN TALK TO YOU, WANT TO GET OFFENDED FOR WHAT, DONT BE DUMB LAH''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was so annoyed with her i said&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ''EH YOU KIASU, NEXT TIME PUT CAMERA EVERYWHERE LAH, SO YOU CAN SEE WHO DO IT''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;''bloody dog''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i went inside after pointing my finger at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my mother was outside arguing with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then the next thing i knew, police came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WAS CALLED OUT LAH TO DO A STATEMENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then i did my statement and i called my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my dad was like &lt;em&gt;''tell that woman to fuck off lah''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but whatever it is, that fucking woman is so gonna get it from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NAMPAK SANGAT BODOH NAK MAMPUS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUMAN KUACI AND PARROT KUACI IS DIFFERENT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO KAU BOLEH HISAP KONEK AH NAK CAKAP AKU MAKAN KUACI AND BUANG KAT RUMAH KAU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KAU DUDUK RUMAH, AND DOGWATCH SUDAH LAH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAKCIK KEPO PUN KALAH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUNDAL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i think that bitch is smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont usually come home early after school cause i do art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even if i come home early, i will shower and go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AKU RASA KAN, DIA NAMPAK AKU KAT RUMAH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AKU BINGIT AKU BINGIT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AKU NAK REMBAT ORANG.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AKU NAK BAKAR RUMAH DIA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AKU NAK BUANG TELUR KAT RUMAH DIA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AKU BINGIT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NABEY CHIBAI MUSIBAT HARAM PUKIMAK MAKAN BABI PUNYA ORANG!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BENCI AH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-5113999972737924821?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5113999972737924821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5113999972737924821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-bloody-pissed-to-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlW1-8BQOVI/AAAAAAAACt0/4Un41pEw7Io/s72-c/CIMG0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-7976666952779947170</id><published>2009-07-09T15:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:12:51.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlWqY8XNYLI/AAAAAAAACts/p6A36l6YBQ8/s1600-h/76_054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356374677324128434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlWqY8XNYLI/AAAAAAAACts/p6A36l6YBQ8/s400/76_054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had popeyes on tuesday with &lt;strong&gt;mr aku ada height model tau.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had a fabulous time with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;initially i wanted to go to popular to get some stuff then i was like &lt;strong&gt;''aku lapar ah''.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so obviously we didnt study!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so since i ALWAYS crave for popeye, we settled on popeye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yes, we had alot of catching up to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i had alot of ugly mats staring at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please eh mat mat, i know im pretty and i have a cute ass but please lah dont stare too much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its very disturbing especially when you mats are ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me do some story telling about this staring thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and rano were queueing up to buy food.&lt;br /&gt;and so there was this group of people, compromising of malay and chinese (assumption).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then there were more of their friends sitting down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so the ones infront of me all look like chinese, except for one who is a malay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i knew that guy was malay because he was wearing the nike slippers &lt;em&gt;(thosethat mats always wear, for your info, that slipper was so last century, rina and me use itfor the toilet)&lt;/em&gt; and he even looked like a malay cause of his complexion and the way he dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that particular malay guy kept turning around and then his handphone rang and so he went away from his friends and he faced me and rano while talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he kept staring and i just looked back at him -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the funny thing is, while i was looking back at him, me and rano were actually listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to his friends talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we were like &lt;em&gt;''i think they are fromthailand, listen to their voice''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then we were like &lt;em&gt;''eh maybe they singaporean, they going holiday''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thenwe were like &lt;em&gt;''maybe this malay guy is friends with the thais''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHAHAHAH ASSUMPTIONS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then this so freaky thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the whole group finish eating and they pushed their luggage trolley and we saw a surf board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we said &lt;em&gt;''i think they going bali''&lt;/em&gt; HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then all of them walked one after another and then the malay dude was the second last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he pushed the trolley and instincts told me to turn and so i turned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and jengjengjeng, he was life horizontally inclined towards me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he gave the &lt;em&gt;''hurr hurr rapist look''&lt;/em&gt; and i turned to rano and said &lt;em&gt;''asal dia tengok aku gitu?''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but whatever, bottomline is, he's ugly cause he's dark and he doesnt have straight teeth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so please fcuk french fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was craving for ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we decided to go to mcdonalds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we went the outside way and i was laughing away with rano when i realised that this guy in army uniform was staring at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i just stared back and just continue laughing with rano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then they guy kept turning to take a look at me, DUH hahahhha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he was standing beside a gilera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i said &lt;em&gt;''eee, buruk sia''&lt;/em&gt; to rano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then he was turning again and then in my heart i was thinking &lt;em&gt;''apa ni tengok tengok''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i turned and suddenly i said &lt;em&gt;''eh khairi'' (mr deeds)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he was like&lt;em&gt; ''yalah, i expected you to see me, but action kan''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT MIND YOU, KHAIRI'S GOOD LOOKING CAUSE HE'S MY NEPHEW!&lt;br /&gt;so nevermind, stare some more stare ahhaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i talked to him for five minutes and he asked me so many dumb questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its okay, i understand ahhaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after our macdonald session we sat down and talked and talked until muzzy called me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, RANO HEARD ME TALKING SO NICELY TO SOMEONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello, what do you expect, i cant be using all the vulgarities on him right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rano, shut up okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and rano decided to smoke again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i was talking to THIN bee and then there was three ugly guys near rano smoking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear they are so ugly and that its such an insult to have them staring at my ass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i asked rano to turn and he said &lt;em&gt;''the guy in white is still staring at you''&lt;/em&gt; something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, &lt;em&gt;muka pecah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the teeth cannot make it and he look so frigging ugly with the beer in his hands, it was such a turn off, i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okaylah whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hello to those suckers, i might be fat, but im prettier than you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nt happy, then you can fuck french fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-7976666952779947170?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7976666952779947170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7976666952779947170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-popeyes-on-tuesday-with-mr-aku.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlWqY8XNYLI/AAAAAAAACts/p6A36l6YBQ8/s72-c/76_054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-6556928444350808029</id><published>2009-07-07T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:12:10.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlNXiJRpOSI/AAAAAAAACtc/wR_ppycqbaw/s1600-h/CIMG0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355720625990744354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlNXiJRpOSI/AAAAAAAACtc/wR_ppycqbaw/s400/CIMG0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i spent my monday at fadhilah ain and fatin ameera crib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fatin is a good PRODUCED mathematics teacher, trust me haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the whole time i was there, we practically gossiped/criticise people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ain's a good cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but ohmygod, the noodles she cooked was SUPER SPICY, i nearly died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay im exaggerating (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we practically went to see the fucker's picture and his comments to other girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the three of us were reading comments from random boys to this super ugly girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then there was this picture, this guy commented on the girl this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''NEED SOME SLIMMING PILLS?''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and atin, ain and me were laughing like mad horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagine a guy saying that to a girl, so demoralising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we basically had fun &lt;em&gt;kutok-ing&lt;/em&gt; the super ugly girls who was practically showing off her super huge saggy boobs and her ugly brows and her sense of dressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know, very rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we cannot help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the guy who commented her, is so -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his face is so distorted and his face is like a &lt;em&gt;beruk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-6556928444350808029?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6556928444350808029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6556928444350808029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-spent-my-monday-at-fadhilah-ain-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SlNXiJRpOSI/AAAAAAAACtc/wR_ppycqbaw/s72-c/CIMG0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-8099219551396758687</id><published>2009-07-05T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:00:15.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohmygod, so many rapper's are muslim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sorry, you cant see the video because blogger's being a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you wanna see the video, nudge me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and firdaus a bitch, YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-8099219551396758687?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8099219551396758687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8099219551396758687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/youve-got-to-watch-this-param-namemovie.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-5135975637812831272</id><published>2009-07-02T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:15:06.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SkzOS2EHzZI/AAAAAAAACtU/pCdDIFb7ACk/s1600-h/CIMG0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353880880182447506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SkzOS2EHzZI/AAAAAAAACtU/pCdDIFb7ACk/s400/CIMG0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;supppppp :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school and work is so tiring that i dont even have the time to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i think my blog is pretty boring -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have alot of story, starting with HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyday i take the bus to school and there will be FOUR super gorgeous army boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fullamak, super handsome and they're body is yummeh ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i managed to catch a glimpse of one of the guys and his name was ahmad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he's so bloody cute, make me wanna take the 6.45 bus everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss tetek, tetek, tetek, tetek (rae, chris, rina, wan) alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you guys should probably know the reason by now right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;exams are around the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and speaking of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PRELIMS WILL BE STARTING NEXT WEEK :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how sucky can that get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its okay, my mom's willing to pay for me to have tuition every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha, my mom's probably gonna be broke lah after my exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spending money on my tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;300 per week, gila, but its okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mom loves me and she wants me to die studying haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and on friday (US), saturday (SG), michael jackson will be buried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love michael jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone, who's related to me, knows that my family loves him to the core.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this happened a few days before michael jackson passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me, brother, shikin, isa and ain were playing guitar hero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they chose ''beat it''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my brother was like ''i dont know how to sing lah'' (he was actually shy of his voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and shikin was like ''you guys grow up listening to him, how can you not know how to sing''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it was so tragic when he died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as usual, i woke up to see my father and then i switched on the tv to watch cnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and suddenly, it was ''breaking news'' and jeng jeng jeng, legend was on the way to hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then yeah, i messaged banu/rano/muzzy/hafiz/fadhilah ain and the list goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hafiz the idiot replied this ''are you drunk?''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i said ''kau seorang je lah minum pukul tujuh pagi''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND HE PAID ME TEN BUCKS CAUSE HE WAS LIKE ''OKAY, LETS BET''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and finally, im nearly done with my art, I THINK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just have to polka dot the whole canvas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will show you all my FABULOSITY art piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kimora come up with the coolest words ever, i love channel 80 alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i just ate two pizzas and i feel so babi-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im supposed to go on a diet, thanks to people who keep reminding me that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''NAF, YOU'RE GAINING WEIGHT, YOUR FACE LOOKS FATTER NOW''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the word fat is already painful for me, fatter ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im gonna stay with my sister when jerry goes to germany next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think im gonna stay with her until he comes back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so gonna enjoy myself there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with all those sexy facilities, so yummeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope to go shopping :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND MY BROTHER IS FUCKING IRRITATING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he should die, because he's been saying ''you're damn fat''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope he marries someone that's of nikky blonsky size, i swear man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-5135975637812831272?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5135975637812831272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5135975637812831272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/07/supppppp-school-and-work-is-so-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SkzOS2EHzZI/AAAAAAAACtU/pCdDIFb7ACk/s72-c/CIMG0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-5507706372335383353</id><published>2009-06-25T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:44:45.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SkMOgz-Z6-I/AAAAAAAACtM/n9uj0AiO6aQ/s1600-h/n1522706620_151808_2732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351136739116837858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SkMOgz-Z6-I/AAAAAAAACtM/n9uj0AiO6aQ/s400/n1522706620_151808_2732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i accompanied azad to suntec yesterday cause that bugger kept bugging me to follow him to get new shoes and new clothes and the list goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what do you expect, people's pay day what -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so he dropped me off at parkway cause i wanted to eat macdonald's and i needed to go to the bank to do some money transaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and cause he stays at teck whye so i didnt want him to waste petrol, chey hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i messaged babe thinking that he would be able to meet me but he was still at work -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i became a loner and walked around alone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i took the bus home and i met FIFI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the whole episode of meeting her was so freaking hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me do some storytelling:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was sitting at the front of the bus when at the next stop, this girl boarded the bus and you know right, when people board the bus, you will just glance at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so i did exactly that and i was thinking &lt;em&gt;''ohmygod, what a skinny girl''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then suddenly this girl stopped infront of me and stared at me and i was like &lt;em&gt;''what the hell is wrong with this skinny girl''&lt;/em&gt; and so i decided to look up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;intermission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mumbled &lt;em&gt;''FIFI'' ''FIFI''&lt;/em&gt; and she said &lt;em&gt;''NAFISAH'' ''NAFISAH''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she sat beside me and then what a coincidence, the woman behind us alighted and then the both of us decided to sit together and catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and fifi was reminising (?) about her secondary school days with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then i looked away and fifi was like &lt;em&gt;''I DONT REMEMBER YOU BEING THIS SHY''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i said &lt;em&gt;''NO IM NOT, I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN 4 YEARS, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then jeng jeng jeng, i alighted and then i got home and i talked to fifi on facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thank you facebook, cause if not for you, fifi wouldnt have recognised me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fifi, should meet up more so that i wouldnt have ''shocking'' ''shy'' moments anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-5507706372335383353?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5507706372335383353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5507706372335383353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-accompanied-azad-to-suntec-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SkMOgz-Z6-I/AAAAAAAACtM/n9uj0AiO6aQ/s72-c/n1522706620_151808_2732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-6058034720526773984</id><published>2009-06-23T12:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:19:03.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SkBZdtTSfcI/AAAAAAAACtE/rVskkgnXPPY/s1600-h/CIMG0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350374724227726786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SkBZdtTSfcI/AAAAAAAACtE/rVskkgnXPPY/s400/CIMG0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just got back from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to school with farid to do art, and i swear it was such a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we met at eight and we had breakfast in the canteen together while waiting for mr tock.&lt;/div&gt;we practically did our art for only one and a half hours, nine to ten thirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then that fatty was like ''i want to smoke lah''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we packed and went to eat at the back, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he rode his bike to the back and met me at the carpark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you put two fat people together, all they do is eat, drink and smoke right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i get really annoyed when people keep thinking that im with farid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YA ALLAH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the security guard in my school is like &lt;em&gt;''eh, boyfriend ada motor, kenapa dia tak hantar balik?''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im like &lt;em&gt;''pakcik, dia bukan boyfriend saya, dia kawan lah''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so bloody annoying, everytime i see the &lt;em&gt;pakcik&lt;/em&gt;, he'll ask me the same old question -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, later in the afternoon, my mother, me, miyon, and ethan are going to east coast to play &lt;em&gt;''celup-celup''&lt;/em&gt; (is there such a word?) whateverlah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know i know lah eh -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woo, so be prepared to see me in a darker shade yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2981100433510232508-6058034720526773984?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6058034720526773984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6058034720526773984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-got-back-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SkBZdtTSfcI/AAAAAAAACtE/rVskkgnXPPY/s72-c/CIMG0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-4052634106506378814</id><published>2009-06-21T17:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:14:36.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sj3_40d91_I/AAAAAAAACs8/aVZHvZm3Nxs/s1600-h/1_816454492l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349713284008105970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sj3_40d91_I/AAAAAAAACs8/aVZHvZm3Nxs/s400/1_816454492l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im happy because i got lukman's letter thanks to my &lt;em&gt;bibik.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will share with you what he wrote in his letter when my parents arent home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i studied today and im fucking proud of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kau tau, aku sembahyang tadi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH VERY PROUD PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i havent been &lt;em&gt;sembahyang-ing&lt;/em&gt; for i dont know how long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sembahyang-ing before you study is good, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-4052634106506378814?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4052634106506378814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4052634106506378814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-smiles-baybeh.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sj3_40d91_I/AAAAAAAACs8/aVZHvZm3Nxs/s72-c/1_816454492l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-1227669137398446534</id><published>2009-06-18T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:12:51.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjouD7f7DZI/AAAAAAAACs0/11FdEpEYOgk/s1600-h/4580_205165885108_775715108_6956154_7077857_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348638152501955986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjouD7f7DZI/AAAAAAAACs0/11FdEpEYOgk/s400/4580_205165885108_775715108_6956154_7077857_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i woke up at five in the morning to make a last minute decision if i should follow my parents or just stay in good ol singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then when i wanted to say ''kaylah, i follow lah'' and jeng jeng jeng my phone vibrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i put my mother on hold and read the message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it was from babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so me, being very fickle minded decided not to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so i texted him until he had to go to work and while he was at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i went back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and at two, finella called me up cause she's at orchard alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHA SORRY FIN I WAS SLEEPING, VERY BLUR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another day okay okay okay okay i promise you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i went back to sleep and i woke up at six -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and atin message me just now telling me that ain's warded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its at SGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohmygod, outram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its for ain, so im cool with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so im gonna visit her tomorrow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-1227669137398446534?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1227669137398446534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1227669137398446534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/06/muzzy-has-six-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjouD7f7DZI/AAAAAAAACs0/11FdEpEYOgk/s72-c/4580_205165885108_775715108_6956154_7077857_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-8082185538379865497</id><published>2009-06-17T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:21:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjkIJaYivaI/AAAAAAAACss/5bAR9v06bfI/s1600-h/n775715108_6418797_6425808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348314990273281442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjkIJaYivaI/AAAAAAAACss/5bAR9v06bfI/s400/n775715108_6418797_6425808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at last, i dont have to wake up early to go to ngee ann poly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohmygod, the travel time kills the shit out of me please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yes, i had fun getting to know alot of my school people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean, i do see them, but i &lt;em&gt;''buat bodoh''&lt;/em&gt; and all of them actually thinks that i am action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when actually im not action at all haha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to my favourite people, i am free now until school reopens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, please book me accordingly thank you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and and, tomorrow, my parents wont be in singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, that means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hanky panky wanky sanky danky tanky fanky sanky yanky xanky zanky ranky ganky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whateverlah im talking rubbish so just mind me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-8082185538379865497?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8082185538379865497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8082185538379865497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-last-i-dont-have-to-wake-up-early-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjkIJaYivaI/AAAAAAAACss/5bAR9v06bfI/s72-c/n775715108_6418797_6425808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-3823061778569482924</id><published>2009-06-16T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:36:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjeLA7vOqCI/AAAAAAAACsk/LxT-rh8yCxk/s1600-h/CIMG0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347895930677798946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjeLA7vOqCI/AAAAAAAACsk/LxT-rh8yCxk/s400/CIMG0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYGIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i owe you a big big big cake full of strawberries :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope you had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry couldnt come down yesterday to celebrate with you people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was super tired and im tired now too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will make it up to you after wednesday yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt; you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoy being old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;start saving money to get married yeah. (wan, you hear me?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;legal, so what you waiting for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its the time to make babies ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-3823061778569482924?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3823061778569482924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3823061778569482924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-babygirl-i-owe-you-big.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjeLA7vOqCI/AAAAAAAACsk/LxT-rh8yCxk/s72-c/CIMG0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-5487470378254409709</id><published>2009-06-12T16:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:19:33.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIbouNXZyI/AAAAAAAACsc/rFH9IhfG0o4/s1600-h/CIMG1965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346366094055008034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIbouNXZyI/AAAAAAAACsc/rFH9IhfG0o4/s400/CIMG1965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; muzzy's going to genting with his family tonight and he'll be back on tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;man, im so gonna miss this big babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'd better not eye any minah malaysia please, i doubt you will lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you never know right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love you.&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 miss all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want 2008 back so badly haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pictures are not in sequence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIZF1jJMTI/AAAAAAAACsU/ngPu21B1jbE/s1600-h/CIMG0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346363295706722610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIZF1jJMTI/AAAAAAAACsU/ngPu21B1jbE/s400/CIMG0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; diana. faidhi. rudy. khairi. sarah. najib. ariff. shikin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIZFq7_bdI/AAAAAAAACsM/LMN6u4iKMVU/s1600-h/65_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346363292858150354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIZFq7_bdI/AAAAAAAACsM/LMN6u4iKMVU/s400/65_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; diana. ernita. ain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIZFVGso0I/AAAAAAAACsE/m8jmFGT3zr4/s1600-h/n701693408_1529508_5685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346363286997476162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIZFVGso0I/AAAAAAAACsE/m8jmFGT3zr4/s400/n701693408_1529508_5685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mas. fir. aim. iin. asrol. ibrahim. ezzat. hafiz. saiful. yani. shikin. ain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIZFBO8LfI/AAAAAAAACr8/MQpGQKFuGC4/s1600-h/4327_182011165566_563920566_6959073_5030508_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346363281663340018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIZFBO8LfI/AAAAAAAACr8/MQpGQKFuGC4/s400/4327_182011165566_563920566_6959073_5030508_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sarah al-baqi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIZFNitTCI/AAAAAAAACr0/ydjxVEYC8QY/s1600-h/n564715206_4960704_3484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346363284967476258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIZFNitTCI/AAAAAAAACr0/ydjxVEYC8QY/s400/n564715206_4960704_3484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eddy al-baqi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIXV5TFUTI/AAAAAAAACrs/cCG8qpx9tEE/s1600-h/n759914545_2218219_2748209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346361372567753010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIXV5TFUTI/AAAAAAAACrs/cCG8qpx9tEE/s400/n759914545_2218219_2748209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rina rahman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIXVy--8KI/AAAAAAAACrk/kZTwIgwq3KU/s1600-h/CIMG0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346361370872836258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIXVy--8KI/AAAAAAAACrk/kZTwIgwq3KU/s400/CIMG0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wan tetek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIXVoHA7QI/AAAAAAAACrc/sfKhDIAZflQ/s1600-h/n567122625_1436097_7703821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346361367953730818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIXVoHA7QI/AAAAAAAACrc/sfKhDIAZflQ/s400/n567122625_1436097_7703821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; farzana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIXVIgQdGI/AAAAAAAACrU/N4tc3zVuaXk/s1600-h/n530860853_1381710_5993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346361359469671522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIXVIgQdGI/AAAAAAAACrU/N4tc3zVuaXk/s400/n530860853_1381710_5993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIWLdx73PI/AAAAAAAACrM/ad6pjrMylIM/s1600-h/1_427828471l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346360093870644466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIWLdx73PI/AAAAAAAACrM/ad6pjrMylIM/s400/1_427828471l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lukman nurhakim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIWK264DSI/AAAAAAAACrE/Whyz08ylZEs/s1600-h/1_541142105l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346360083439160610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIWK264DSI/AAAAAAAACrE/Whyz08ylZEs/s400/1_541142105l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; faizal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346360075883618370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIWKaxfoEI/AAAAAAAACqs/xYE_FtdkduE/s400/n652599374_1181711_7396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;rae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIUdjMQynI/AAAAAAAACqk/FdvRYof7CyQ/s1600-h/4419_104086416977_760141977_2583397_2467234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346358205537634930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIUdjMQynI/AAAAAAAACqk/FdvRYof7CyQ/s400/4419_104086416977_760141977_2583397_2467234_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; christopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIUdVIUg-I/AAAAAAAACqc/OaCAjYSjkjI/s1600-h/n605318483_1214861_6862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346358201763005410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIUdVIUg-I/AAAAAAAACqc/OaCAjYSjkjI/s400/n605318483_1214861_6862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nurzila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIUdB_y-sI/AAAAAAAACqU/z8MDdQoLdb4/s1600-h/n1522706620_162036_4104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346358196626979522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIUdB_y-sI/AAAAAAAACqU/z8MDdQoLdb4/s400/n1522706620_162036_4104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shafira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIUcwhyx2I/AAAAAAAACqM/w2NWXf5D258/s1600-h/2652_64016347389_738342389_1502349_8142566_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346358191937734498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIUcwhyx2I/AAAAAAAACqM/w2NWXf5D258/s400/2652_64016347389_738342389_1502349_8142566_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346358187794322130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIUchF7UtI/AAAAAAAACqE/FQqWk-xLf-0/s400/4555_86820949683_716744683_1739767_6061339_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; fadhilah ain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIR1UBSaLI/AAAAAAAACps/Jz3QIZ8pHGg/s1600-h/1_550635621l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346355315247048882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIR1UBSaLI/AAAAAAAACps/Jz3QIZ8pHGg/s400/1_550635621l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIR1HnJZzI/AAAAAAAACpg/bRJZmt03x8U/s1600-h/1_197678526l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346355311916181298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIR1HnJZzI/AAAAAAAACpg/bRJZmt03x8U/s400/1_197678526l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; saufi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIR07aED1I/AAAAAAAACpU/05lCfsqk_MQ/s1600-h/n715717771_1464052_451478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346355308640079698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIR07aED1I/AAAAAAAACpU/05lCfsqk_MQ/s400/n715717771_1464052_451478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fahmi said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIR0vDPQeI/AAAAAAAACpI/qq16VhSSJtY/s1600-h/CIMG0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346355305323119074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIR0vDPQeI/AAAAAAAACpI/qq16VhSSJtY/s400/CIMG0003.JPG" border="0" /&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;/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 align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;iskandar sherman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;did i miss out anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i doubt so, but if i did miss anyone out, im sorry yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps i miss you people out because you people arent as important as them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kidding lah, i dont have the time to stalk you people and grab your photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-5487470378254409709?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5487470378254409709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5487470378254409709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/06/muzzys-going-to-genting-with-his-family.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIbouNXZyI/AAAAAAAACsc/rFH9IhfG0o4/s72-c/CIMG1965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-8067354845944265806</id><published>2009-06-11T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:00:58.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIK5XB2TnI/AAAAAAAACpA/ZCk4nVI0-OY/s1600-h/CIMG0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346347688192790130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIK5XB2TnI/AAAAAAAACpA/ZCk4nVI0-OY/s400/CIMG0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eh hello hurr hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;macam dah lama kan aku tak blog -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry have been rather busy helping my mom clean the bloody house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my sister's psychoing (?) my dad to renovate the whole house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hello, i live in this house for 12 freaking years, its about time to move yo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my first house was at tanah merah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i stayed at this road called jalan tanjong.and if im not wrong, my house is number 33.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and i stayed directly infront of salihin's house.&lt;br /&gt;and isa also stayed a few houses away from me.&lt;br /&gt;my second house is this current house im in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;opera estate -.-&lt;br /&gt;and one thing is for sure, opera has alot of handsome boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay whatever lah, i hope by next year my house looks better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stupid post -.-&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;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-8067354845944265806?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8067354845944265806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8067354845944265806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/06/eh-hello-hurr-hurr.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SjIK5XB2TnI/AAAAAAAACpA/ZCk4nVI0-OY/s72-c/CIMG0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-7708368680462363737</id><published>2009-06-06T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:02:16.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SipMigivSSI/AAAAAAAACo4/7tSg1TSmz48/s1600-h/CIMG0046+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344168063563417890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SipMigivSSI/AAAAAAAACo4/7tSg1TSmz48/s400/CIMG0046+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am so bloody pissed off to the max with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes you got me, MYSELF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i sent 18 empty messages to muzzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he got really pissed with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then i called him up to ask him to fetch me from school and then drop rina off at her place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he said okay and he'll call me before he reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and guess what, i checked my phone and waited for his call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and jengjengjeng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my phone died on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i fucking dont have a charger cause i left it a sis's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;makkk, aku jadi gila.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rina, i am so sorry that you had to take a bus home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry so sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i owe you one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now, i have to wait for muzzy to finish his soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'd better give a good explaination if not i'll mengamok sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tolong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-7708368680462363737?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7708368680462363737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7708368680462363737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-so-bloody-pissed-off-to-max-with.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SipMigivSSI/AAAAAAAACo4/7tSg1TSmz48/s72-c/CIMG0046+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-765988253724369343</id><published>2009-06-06T18:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:50:24.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SipIZgYjEBI/AAAAAAAACoo/Thikzse-aeQ/s1600-h/CIMG0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344163510855340050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SipIZgYjEBI/AAAAAAAACoo/Thikzse-aeQ/s400/CIMG0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SipIZiNOnEI/AAAAAAAACog/9UptDfJADYg/s1600-h/CIMG0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344163511344733250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SipIZiNOnEI/AAAAAAAACog/9UptDfJADYg/s400/CIMG0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SipHNwbgpeI/AAAAAAAACoQ/X1FFAagXPqY/s1600-h/CIMG0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344162209492674018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SipHNwbgpeI/AAAAAAAACoQ/X1FFAagXPqY/s400/CIMG0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SipHNzGj8xI/AAAAAAAACoI/_D8QKgMIrn4/s1600-h/CIMG0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344162210210116370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SipHNzGj8xI/AAAAAAAACoI/_D8QKgMIrn4/s400/CIMG0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SipHNaCvoOI/AAAAAAAACn4/_GH102_bmdY/s1600-h/CIMG0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344162203483218146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SipHNaCvoOI/AAAAAAAACn4/_GH102_bmdY/s400/CIMG0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;facebook is being a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been trying to upload today's picture, but i cant seem to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i had great fun, only one thing was in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the heat heat heat.&lt;br /&gt;damn &amp;amp;$$#%^%^*(().&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fucking hot to the max please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear this year's bv bazaar is so bloody boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;year 2006/2007 was the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this year's so -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and rina and me and the others were actually ''people watching''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the amount of MINI mats and minahs is mmmmmchey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;catch up with farzana and the boys and the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it feels good, so good, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, i hope we're going out on tuesday night :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;any blogger is also being a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i uploaded 14 pictures and when i view this post, i only have like what 5/6 pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waste my timeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-765988253724369343?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/765988253724369343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/765988253724369343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/06/facebook-is-being-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SipIZgYjEBI/AAAAAAAACoo/Thikzse-aeQ/s72-c/CIMG0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-458140085379936293</id><published>2009-06-04T12:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:47:27.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SidTaruSsDI/AAAAAAAACng/sD2eROsEnlg/s1600-h/CIMG+001927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343331200776974386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SidTaruSsDI/AAAAAAAACng/sD2eROsEnlg/s400/CIMG+001927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:&amp;amp;%$@$%^&amp;amp;*%^%#@W%$"&gt;&amp;amp;%$@$%^&amp;amp;*%^%#@W%$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im hungry hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;''an angry woman is always a hungry woman''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didnt go to school cause i was too lazy to get out of bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so im gonna stay home then later in the afternoon go to the airport to send my aunt to london then at night, im going to some hotel with ain :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that means, tomorrow i get to eat hotel breakfast, yummy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, two days ago i was bored to death at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i decided to bake cookie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanted to make souffle cake, but i dont have one of the ingredients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muzzy came over to my place last night and i only got to see him for ten freaking minutes cause he had to fetch his parents, im fine with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didnt get to meet fabOfive yesterday cause i had menses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;menses cramps are so ^%^$#$%^$&amp;amp;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i want to taste rina's cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and people, i miss you all alot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rina: i dont want any boyfriends anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when im with you people, yes i do want to have a boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when im with muzzy, no i dont want to have any boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, muzzy and me broke up ages ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we're still happy together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he's seen me going through all my nabey cb break ups haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but no matter what, you're the only one that can make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-458140085379936293?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/458140085379936293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/458140085379936293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-hungry-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SidTaruSsDI/AAAAAAAACng/sD2eROsEnlg/s72-c/CIMG+001927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-1854566553480272223</id><published>2009-06-02T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:27:42.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SiU2AXKtl4I/AAAAAAAACnY/FCWeOwrbDcY/s1600-h/90_059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342735912791807874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SiU2AXKtl4I/AAAAAAAACnY/FCWeOwrbDcY/s400/90_059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is for my favourite girl, RINA RAHMAN :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;babygirl, thanks for being there for me all these years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a big thank you for being there for me when i was at my lowest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and babe, dont be so sad that you're posted to vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank god you'll only be there for three weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lucky you that im having holidays now, so that means, if wan isnt able to send you to work, i can send you to work :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or perhaps, the both of us can send you to work and if you dont have to work until the wee hours of the morning, we will wait for you and we can go home together-gether :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and babe, dont worry about the birthday/gathering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll figure something out for you yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and no, if you cant get an off on your birthday itself, i hope wan has something in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will call him up to discuss soemthing for you okay sayang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me + wan = sodomise rinaaaa! (okay merepek).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, thank you so much babygirl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you dont worry so much please :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you got me, wan, rae and chris and the others, so there's nothing to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rina, this i gotta say it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember three years ago, we were sitting down under the void deck waiting for farid and all and i was so pissed off with shafie that i threw a bottle without even realising that i threw the bottle at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and mind you, the bottle was full of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i threw it and it left a red mark on your face HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking about it, makes me wanna laugh.&lt;/div&gt;im so evil, but its so funnyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you still remember about it dont you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;babe, dont get so tensed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;count one to ten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;call me up if you need anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love you babe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a great cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a great sister.&lt;/div&gt;a great girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a great gossip-er.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a great everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thank you wan for taking care of her for five months and still counting :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-1854566553480272223?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1854566553480272223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1854566553480272223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-for-my-favourite-girl-rina.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SiU2AXKtl4I/AAAAAAAACnY/FCWeOwrbDcY/s72-c/90_059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-6950562438173583520</id><published>2009-06-01T11:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:28:10.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SiNX-MRYnoI/AAAAAAAACnQ/wMKL8qZG2XM/s1600-h/IMG_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342210308949188226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SiNX-MRYnoI/AAAAAAAACnQ/wMKL8qZG2XM/s400/IMG_0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taufik's call woke me up -_-&lt;br /&gt;he gave me his email and password to his blog and practically all of his accounts.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, im gonna be a good daughter and im gonna stay home.&lt;br /&gt;for real ah.&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, i have no cash on me.&lt;br /&gt;im broke to my boxers, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today's the 1st of june.&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna sart my june healthily (?)&lt;br /&gt;im going for an afternoon jog and im gonna start eating vegetable (for real).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait to lose weight :)&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, i WANT/HAVE to become thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being fat, NONO.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i love being fat.&lt;br /&gt;but NONO.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot remain fat.&lt;br /&gt;the pressure to be thin+healthy is there.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna live longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i hate it when i go to zara and i try on size M and i cant fit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;the saying goes &lt;strong&gt;''you dont alter a zara to fit you, you alter yourself to fit into a zara''.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheyyyy yang cakap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, rina, when we got $600 bucks, we shop till we drop.&lt;br /&gt;and make sure i buy everything a size smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris, you must motivate me and whack me when i eat &lt;em&gt;keropok!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you must TORTURE me when we go to the gym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;underweight ( ) acceptable ( ) overweight (X) obese ( )&lt;br /&gt;i am 130 %.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah damn sian ah.&lt;br /&gt;120 % is acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;10% more is peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO LOSE 18KG AND I'LL BE OVER THE MOON :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-6950562438173583520?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6950562438173583520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6950562438173583520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/06/taufiks-call-woke-me-up-he-gave-me-his.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SiNX-MRYnoI/AAAAAAAACnQ/wMKL8qZG2XM/s72-c/IMG_0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-851272538168611509</id><published>2009-05-28T19:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:13:59.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sh5-RJn3pxI/AAAAAAAACnA/EuKcjOLyDTg/s1600-h/CIMG0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340845041214007058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sh5-RJn3pxI/AAAAAAAACnA/EuKcjOLyDTg/s400/CIMG0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you want me to tell the truth, but when i do tell the truth, i get the cold shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i settled with ''i'll never ever open up to you''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because to me, opening up to you would mean trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trouble trouble trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when the letter came, i didnt expect you to read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you hinted to me about reading the letter, my world just came crashing down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want my space, my privacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im wise enough to know whats right and whats wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it when you look down on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doesnt mean he's in that state, he's a threat to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stop stereotyping people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you dont know how i feel when you said that the letter is in the drain and it comes from a stupid boy and its stupid letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how would you feel if someone tells you that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one word : HEARTLESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope today wont be the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because you know that whatever it is, i will still wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i couldnt bring myself to tell you what happened just now cause i knew that if i were to tell you what happened, you will be very depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i couldnt control myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you asked me &lt;em&gt;''why do you look so sad''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried smiling and tears rolled down my cheek and when i eventually told you what happened, you said &lt;em&gt;''takpelah, you listen to them until they are okay with you, you come and see me''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your eyes turned red and i knew you were controlling your tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i told you about the letter, you stared at me and you kept quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i felt really bad about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but im sure we're able to work things out together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will wait for July 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one word : LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you will always be my best boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im trying my best to be strong about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i cant help not crying myself to sleep about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i thank rina, susu, ramdhan, cikgu raudza, bonda, jorelle for making me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a big thank you to raiba for being a mate to hakim inside :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-851272538168611509?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/851272538168611509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/851272538168611509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-want-me-to-tell-truth-but-when-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sh5-RJn3pxI/AAAAAAAACnA/EuKcjOLyDTg/s72-c/CIMG0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-4499407483207578254</id><published>2009-05-26T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:53:17.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Shvy61VOrHI/AAAAAAAACm4/ErUhNDni91k/s1600-h/CIMG0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340128875740310642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Shvy61VOrHI/AAAAAAAACm4/ErUhNDni91k/s400/CIMG0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chris boxers damn cute : SIMPSONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Shvy6A3r47I/AAAAAAAACmg/tuIskhd-0dw/s1600-h/CIMG0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340128861657752498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Shvy6A3r47I/AAAAAAAACmg/tuIskhd-0dw/s400/CIMG0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Shvy57zPuWI/AAAAAAAACmY/WRY7n4D2bdA/s1600-h/CIMG0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340128860296952162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Shvy57zPuWI/AAAAAAAACmY/WRY7n4D2bdA/s400/CIMG0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was half naked just now cause i wanted chris to wear my jeans but i didnt want to wear his shorts cause i will look so retarded in it haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i pulled my top and covered my cute purplish brown boxers hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he said that my jeans is big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the backside got alot of air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, i have a negro's ass ( wan aka my sodomising victim) said so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least my ass is firm :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and after giving me my jeans back i didnt know my ass was facing the open window until rina/rae told me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bloody embarrasing ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagine if rae has a hot neighbour and he gets to see my cute ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shush shush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked rina to message wan that i miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he said WOW! MY SODOMISER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so funny, he can layan my merepek-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched youtube and i feel like uploading videos but am too lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps tomorrow or thursday or friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause im not going to school on thursday as i have to visit lukman :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and friday is like the last day of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels good baybeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let the week end as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to meet up with the fabOfive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i hope syahir,ariff,harun,syukri and whoever thats coming will come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-4499407483207578254?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4499407483207578254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4499407483207578254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/chris-boxers-damn-cute-simpsons-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Shvy61VOrHI/AAAAAAAACm4/ErUhNDni91k/s72-c/CIMG0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-385916291445047074</id><published>2009-05-26T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:20:22.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ShvsXVcPjCI/AAAAAAAACmQ/GiQI0owPOBA/s1600-h/IMG_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340121668814605346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ShvsXVcPjCI/AAAAAAAACmQ/GiQI0owPOBA/s400/IMG_0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had sexcited talks with rina.&lt;/div&gt;licking.red room, aiyah, let your imagination run wild :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got secret place to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;only two stupid cold storage malay boys know where it is.&lt;br /&gt;and i know one of the boys, not exactly boys.&lt;br /&gt;the one i know is twenty five and his name is ridhwan -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;eh harun make me ''want to find boyfriend''.&lt;br /&gt;harun, why must you emphasise on thatttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-385916291445047074?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/385916291445047074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/385916291445047074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-sexcited-talks-with-rina.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ShvsXVcPjCI/AAAAAAAACmQ/GiQI0owPOBA/s72-c/IMG_0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-2372955713960766432</id><published>2009-05-23T21:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:16:29.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Shf96mfKRPI/AAAAAAAACmA/PxBCx6DGCro/s1600-h/CIMG0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339015066476496114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Shf96mfKRPI/AAAAAAAACmA/PxBCx6DGCro/s400/CIMG0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yes, &lt;em&gt;gemuk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will tone my arms when i have the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wan had sexcited talks with me infront of rina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think rina is used to it already haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wan, sini ah. naf, sini ah. sini lah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;action : hands on the lap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wan, makes cat sound and scratches. naf corrects the tone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH SEXY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel so clean now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just got back from picnic-ing with fabOfive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sexiest people on earth.&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;when people are broke, picnic-ing is the best thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this saturday we're probably going to ubin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we gonna go swimming at jurong the following week and enjoy the whole week together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yay, wan having three weeks holiday and so june is so gonna be fun cause chris doesnt start school until july.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yay, no one's gonna go missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rina : i will send you the sexy pictures of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hahaha, thats the only nicest picture of me inside in my camera :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahaha.&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;i love you softcore -.-&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;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-2372955713960766432?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2372955713960766432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2372955713960766432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-gemuk.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Shf96mfKRPI/AAAAAAAACmA/PxBCx6DGCro/s72-c/CIMG0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-2806979398076269609</id><published>2009-05-22T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:16:56.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ShaoozRQFsI/AAAAAAAAClo/hlkHHBhzN80/s1600-h/CIMG0005+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338639827205101250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ShaoozRQFsI/AAAAAAAAClo/hlkHHBhzN80/s400/CIMG0005+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did my art during:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) malay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) mathematics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) recess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) geography&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) mathematics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) until 4.30 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i practically did my art for 9 hours today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i am so proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i finished my whole board and the only thing i have to do is touch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOOOHOOOOOO :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i met my fabulous five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was totally wrecked when i got home, but yet i went to rae's place to meet them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one/two hours is them is sex yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we gonna have picnic tomorrow, woohooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything settled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i hope my week will end on a good day with fab people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i hope muzzy's not angry with me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he can fetch me tomorrow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-2806979398076269609?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2806979398076269609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2806979398076269609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-bully-macam-babi.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ShaoozRQFsI/AAAAAAAAClo/hlkHHBhzN80/s72-c/CIMG0005+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-9053467273254817835</id><published>2009-05-21T15:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:41:07.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ShUJlyXXlbI/AAAAAAAAClg/1tdm96PSC5o/s1600-h/76_054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338183478097188274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ShUJlyXXlbI/AAAAAAAAClg/1tdm96PSC5o/s400/76_054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sup, the most embarrasing thing that can ever happen : stand infront of the whole school with the whole class in one line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i hope tomorrow i get to meet the babys and the babis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im dying dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to smoke and im broke :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, im gonna have to sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im bloody tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i rushed to school like one bloody cuckoo but its okay, i wasnt late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i have to sleep to avoid rushing to school tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eh fuck, i really cannot open my eyes anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-9053467273254817835?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/9053467273254817835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/9053467273254817835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/sup-most-embarrasing-thing-that-can.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ShUJlyXXlbI/AAAAAAAAClg/1tdm96PSC5o/s72-c/76_054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-7684987560515444982</id><published>2009-05-20T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:27:25.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ShQFBzsdU6I/AAAAAAAAClY/QZDWVFIcGlo/s1600-h/1_269465036l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337896986955568034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ShQFBzsdU6I/AAAAAAAAClY/QZDWVFIcGlo/s400/1_269465036l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cannot wait for this week to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i cannot wait for next friday too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school's out baybeh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;means i have time to hooray hooray before n's again -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that means, i can go out and enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but im gonna have to work so that i can enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;canot be budget-ing during shopping right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;must shop till i drop :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, rina, you accompany me go childcare and get job back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we need moneh baybeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and woohoo, i am so proud of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my art is nearly done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i dont have to think about mounting board, cause i finished it donkey months ago :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yessa, im so not gonna come back during june holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just got back and im hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i toasted cheese hotdog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;diam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-7684987560515444982?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7684987560515444982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7684987560515444982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cannot-wait-for-this-week-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ShQFBzsdU6I/AAAAAAAAClY/QZDWVFIcGlo/s72-c/1_269465036l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-6313247702500106376</id><published>2009-05-19T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:22:55.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ShKkSBsKhcI/AAAAAAAAClQ/GuWSU0ip0Zs/s1600-h/acbdsahcbsdhavck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337509137985734082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ShKkSBsKhcI/AAAAAAAAClQ/GuWSU0ip0Zs/s400/acbdsahcbsdhavck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first of all, im sorry to you too jina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh, lets like not get angry wiht each other yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bet faizal wont be happy that his girlfriend and his bestfriend aint friends heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is for rinababy and wan tetek bully beruk :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and raebaby and chris gemuk :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rinababy, me, you would look so out of place if we were skinbyrd and i cannot imagine wan being a skinhead, im so gonna laugh my ass off lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and true, rae and chris can carry of the look, the two culture lovers :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its okay wan, its really okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wouldnt wanna go picnic-ing with a couple, i would feel so left out -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yeah, wan you're one sweet beruk heh, two thumbs up for not wanting me to feel so bored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, rina lets like hang out at rae's place lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chris can go for his skinhead gathering and he can join us after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we can sit and rot at rae's house and wan can join us if he wants too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i'll talk to wan about sex like how i talk to chris about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we can play dress up and masak masak, like what we usually do at my place when mom's out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAH :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and rinababy, i miss you freaking alot too :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and lets all, the five of us, save money and buy a baking oven and leave it at rae's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we can bake all day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we can make business at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;set lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rinababy, i love you i love you i love you i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im praying for this saturday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so blessed to have friends like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eh no, the four of them are actually more than friends to me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i dont get married (i doubt i wont get married, im actually sipposed to get married first even though im the youngest amongst them) they will take care of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause we gonna stay together :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we plan about our cool future like a gazillion times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-6313247702500106376?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6313247702500106376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6313247702500106376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-of-all-im-sorry-to-you-too-jina.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ShKkSBsKhcI/AAAAAAAAClQ/GuWSU0ip0Zs/s72-c/acbdsahcbsdhavck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-600544868223743411</id><published>2009-05-17T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:04:26.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zmb61Qs1urc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zmb61Qs1urc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby zee ask me to watch this and ohmygod super duper good lah this two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the guy is woooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he handsomer than chris brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im in love with him and his voice.&lt;br /&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-600544868223743411?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/600544868223743411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/600544868223743411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/em-baby-zee-ask-me-to-watch-this-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-7377956923093546771</id><published>2009-05-15T19:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:03:46.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sg1aHaTlSoI/AAAAAAAACkY/u-K9TC5W00s/s1600-h/CIMG0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336020216870947458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sg1aHaTlSoI/AAAAAAAACkY/u-K9TC5W00s/s400/CIMG0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;read what farid farus sent me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1) primary school like vanessa hudgens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2)you look more like britney spears now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;farid, i feel like shooting you right in your head mafia style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, farid still maintain his size, still thin while im the opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;indirectly, farid's trying to say that im fat now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but shut the fuck up, i am still your ex girlfriend and that will always remain hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told shafira everything while going home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we practicallu talk about the ping yi boys haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she said &lt;em&gt;''i give you one week lah''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant believe i liked farid alot last time, so dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO BANU NO, trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but thinking back, getting back with your primary school boyfriend is so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and oh my seven years is like wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;banu said &lt;em&gt;''true love''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-7377956923093546771?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7377956923093546771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7377956923093546771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/read-what-farid-farus-sent-me-1-primary.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sg1aHaTlSoI/AAAAAAAACkY/u-K9TC5W00s/s72-c/CIMG0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-9205802473754093564</id><published>2009-05-14T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:18:39.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SguaOc0LDXI/AAAAAAAACj4/TwAyH3xdumI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335527756594351474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SguaOc0LDXI/AAAAAAAACj4/TwAyH3xdumI/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just got back from malay oral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think im gonna fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got my cikgu for the examiner -___________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he said this is malay ''try to control your usage of english''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didnt know i was speaking english the whole entire time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until cikgu had to prompt me and say ''bahasa melayu''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then i will go ''ahhhh, errrrm, what is education is malay cikgu''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im such a joker -.- a dumb one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, who's going to school tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i doubt im going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love this whole week :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish school is like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i miss the fab four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rina/wan/rae/chris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you hear me babies?&lt;/div&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;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-9205802473754093564?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/9205802473754093564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/9205802473754093564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-got-back-from-malay-oral.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SguaOc0LDXI/AAAAAAAACj4/TwAyH3xdumI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-7296773028164008775</id><published>2009-05-12T15:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:20:36.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SgkqYunfUPI/AAAAAAAACjQ/o8mFKk72mps/s1600-h/CIMG0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334841837915951346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SgkqYunfUPI/AAAAAAAACjQ/o8mFKk72mps/s400/CIMG0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats the cupcake i made for my mark sinclair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay im gonna name my child mark sinclair jr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slap me and bring me back to reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby, drive to my place tonight to collect them yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont wanna keep it in the fridge for too long cause later i've got a strong feelingt that my brother's gonna eat all of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate misunderstandings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it when we have misunderstandings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it how we have to quarrel over the littlest things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it when you're egoistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it when you give me an option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate it i hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i take my stand, no one is perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neither you nor me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and muzzy's such a sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i left the cookies in the oven for too long and it was charred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i still gave some to muzzy then i asked him if its nice and i even told him &lt;em&gt;''hangus''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know he knows that its charred but he didnt wanna say it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;instead, he said ''nah, i think its perfect,&lt;em&gt; sedap gila''&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now thats what you call someone who appreciates you and your effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know i still love you even though we argue every single day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-7296773028164008775?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7296773028164008775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7296773028164008775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-cupcake-i-made-for-my-mark.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SgkqYunfUPI/AAAAAAAACjQ/o8mFKk72mps/s72-c/CIMG0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-2734667045657474837</id><published>2009-05-11T21:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:21:18.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sggv596itMI/AAAAAAAACjI/XaazzmEOrAs/s1600-h/1_816454492l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334566431539508418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sggv596itMI/AAAAAAAACjI/XaazzmEOrAs/s400/1_816454492l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x-men was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know im a little bit too late, but whatever, you're never too late to do anything.&lt;/div&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;i watched x-men on saturday after going to bukit batok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then went to tampines mall to meet azad and friends to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh and i met farhah after so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i asked this random question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i asked her &lt;em&gt;''kau ada number farid?''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she said &lt;em&gt;''dia besar punya matrep''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i went &lt;em&gt;''hahahhahahahahahahah kau biar betul''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay whatever whatever maybe he is one now -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay so, muzzy fetch me at tampines cause he was going to his friend's place at chai chee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt; you alot :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh and azree, i told him about you wanting to be his friend HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was like &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;''your brother's friend wants to befriend you''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he said &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;''for what''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so just forget it yeah az.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, i baked cookies for him on saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually i baked for my brother but i had him in mind so i baked another batch just for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanted him to have it for breakfast when he's at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i dont want him to get hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so baby drove to my place at night to collect it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like i said to you, i made it with love :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope you love it hon.&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;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-2734667045657474837?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2734667045657474837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2734667045657474837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/eh-x-men-gerek-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sggv596itMI/AAAAAAAACjI/XaazzmEOrAs/s72-c/1_816454492l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-2205459641453727814</id><published>2009-05-11T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:14:32.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SggqoGeclMI/AAAAAAAACjA/DJufaQ-JHds/s1600-h/56+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334560627041801410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SggqoGeclMI/AAAAAAAACjA/DJufaQ-JHds/s400/56+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without my father and mother, i wont be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dad is like my mom, my mom is like my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mom is like my mom, my dad is like my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have been pretty busy and didnt have the time to blog -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay anyway, after three years, my family is a family yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but whatever, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to all the mothers, happy mother's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and especailly to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;baby's mom, happy mother's day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-2205459641453727814?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2205459641453727814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2205459641453727814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/without-my-father-and-mother-i-wont-be.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SggqoGeclMI/AAAAAAAACjA/DJufaQ-JHds/s72-c/56+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-935357419771801468</id><published>2009-05-07T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:04:00.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SgLslJTy2wI/AAAAAAAACi4/73w9B7avSq8/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333085031658347266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SgLslJTy2wI/AAAAAAAACi4/73w9B7avSq8/s400/IMG_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(thanks rae for snapping this &lt;em&gt;gemuk&lt;/em&gt; gambar of me hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just chatted with azree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;myohmy, i miss fighting with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we practically argue for no rhyme or reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr hurr hurr hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;azree &lt;em&gt;''aku dengan haikal sama class, kau kenal minlost, adik santiago, dia pun class aku''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that bloody sentence freaked me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause muhaimin is muzzy's brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how muhaimin know that azree knows me is like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;azree and haikal was talking about the good &lt;em&gt;ol kental&lt;/em&gt; days and i was part of their convo and muhaimin went &lt;em&gt;''NAF NAF'' eh wahahahahaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder what azree and haikal were actually talking about, freaky shitzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;friday netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saturday bukit batok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sunday mother's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;monday alexandra hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; swine flu meter drop to yellow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was hoping for it to go from orange to red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr, holidays is never enough for me i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-935357419771801468?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/935357419771801468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/935357419771801468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanks-rae-for-taking-this-gemuk-gambar.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SgLslJTy2wI/AAAAAAAACi4/73w9B7avSq8/s72-c/IMG_0167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-8136846787241190216</id><published>2009-05-04T16:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:08:48.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf6uNxF7aLI/AAAAAAAACiw/TUxj6xAKWaQ/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331890560392980658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf6uNxF7aLI/AAAAAAAACiw/TUxj6xAKWaQ/s400/IMG_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my lover to the core hardcore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im gonna delete alot of my post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think some of them are really crappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cannot wait for the week to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let the week end faster cause i am sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;firdaus (maz husband) said this &lt;em&gt;''dik, you have babi flu eh?''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; while i was playing netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahhahaha, &lt;em&gt;kurang di ajar betul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is how im feeling now:&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;i am sick, my throat is killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my flu is being bitchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i am having menses cramps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;im having mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i hate the drug that keeps putting me to sleep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i hate the nazolin spray&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i hate the blue antibiotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i hate medicines&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i hate having to stuff tissue up my nose -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; being sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck it&lt;/span&gt; fuck it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fuck it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fuck it.&lt;/span&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;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-8136846787241190216?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8136846787241190216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8136846787241190216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-always-tell-muzzy-that-when-i-get-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf6uNxF7aLI/AAAAAAAACiw/TUxj6xAKWaQ/s72-c/IMG_0167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-8328939116671321233</id><published>2009-05-03T17:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:11:33.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf1rEB45WlI/AAAAAAAACio/JYlh48y9DyU/s1600-h/n775715108_5142519_6388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331535250847259218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf1rEB45WlI/AAAAAAAACio/JYlh48y9DyU/s400/n775715108_5142519_6388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf1rDwnTacI/AAAAAAAACig/TIeTzbq7bVk/s1600-h/n775715108_5872134_8655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331535246210066882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf1rDwnTacI/AAAAAAAACig/TIeTzbq7bVk/s400/n775715108_5872134_8655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf1rD-zw3fI/AAAAAAAACiY/60z2ND90bi4/s1600-h/n775715108_5101331_8321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331535250020425202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf1rD-zw3fI/AAAAAAAACiY/60z2ND90bi4/s400/n775715108_5101331_8321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf1rDviXrRI/AAAAAAAACiQ/lE69mgi9NtU/s1600-h/n775715108_4833123_9025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331535245920939282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf1rDviXrRI/AAAAAAAACiQ/lE69mgi9NtU/s400/n775715108_4833123_9025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf1rDgJ4-wI/AAAAAAAACiI/cXWfM5-QCDg/s1600-h/1_183177916l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331535241791732482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf1rDgJ4-wI/AAAAAAAACiI/cXWfM5-QCDg/s400/1_183177916l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is my nephew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and his name is ethan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is my sister's son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he's beside me now, sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i want my boyfriend to look like him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-8328939116671321233?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8328939116671321233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8328939116671321233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/nari-aku-rasa-macam-nak-cakap-dalam.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf1rEB45WlI/AAAAAAAACio/JYlh48y9DyU/s72-c/n775715108_5142519_6388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-8766786139571410437</id><published>2009-05-01T17:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:43:27.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf1huNswPrI/AAAAAAAACh4/8AeUR9YxkAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331524980455784114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf1huNswPrI/AAAAAAAACh4/8AeUR9YxkAQ/s400/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think my MAY started off good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i met up with rae, chris, rina and syazwan at parkway then they send me to kallang for my netball training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had netball with shikin, asrol, nadya, ibrahim, yani, saiful, maz, fir, khairul, hafiz, khairul's sister and sister's boyfriend, farah, brandon and azmi which was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been ages since we had netball, nolah, we didnt have netball for three fucking weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i really needed netball and i miss the netball people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went out with baby zee, susu and rano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its been 396574657439896574 months since i went out with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then they went to watch x-men while i went back.&lt;/div&gt;thats basically it.&lt;br /&gt;much love; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-8766786139571410437?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8766786139571410437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8766786139571410437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-my-may-started-off-good.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sf1huNswPrI/AAAAAAAACh4/8AeUR9YxkAQ/s72-c/IMG_0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-3273324554362361134</id><published>2009-04-30T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:05:50.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sflo8r8AHHI/AAAAAAAACho/ZB-mKeL7DaQ/s1600-h/90_047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330407025765522546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sflo8r8AHHI/AAAAAAAACho/ZB-mKeL7DaQ/s400/90_047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apik told me to blog about farid farus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i shall blog about farid farus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i knew farid since i was in primary one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know weird+disgusting+stupid+funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;farid farus is two years my senior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is indian just like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was in primary four and he was in primary six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was in art club and so was i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was in road corssing shit and so was i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were in the same tuition centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he lives near my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our classes were opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was in aida house and i was in dido house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats what i can remember about farid :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah thats basically it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i wanna see farid farus now cause apik thinks that he's a mat now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which i will never wanna believe until i get to talk to him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;APIK, YOU'RE IRRITATED? hurr hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-3273324554362361134?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3273324554362361134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3273324554362361134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/04/apik-told-me-to-blog-about-farid-farus.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sflo8r8AHHI/AAAAAAAACho/ZB-mKeL7DaQ/s72-c/90_047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-604163777422847558</id><published>2009-04-30T15:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:41:16.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SflgSIWI4YI/AAAAAAAAChg/zcFdFlX8NL8/s1600-h/Picture0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330397498563944834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SflgSIWI4YI/AAAAAAAAChg/zcFdFlX8NL8/s400/Picture0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need tissues and more tissue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my nose is killing me you bloody sucka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but overall, i had a pretty good day in school :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love it when i know alot of people dont like me, very thirlling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i cannot stand flying pigs hurr hurr. (alif/hazwan, you know i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, ramdhan made my day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was at the traffice light and he was with his girlfriend and he was making the 'pss' 'pss' sound to attract my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i knew it was him but i purposely ignored haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he said &lt;em&gt;''mat motor kau mana, tak hantar kau pergi sekolah''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dhan, that was so long ago please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sekarang lain dulu lain.&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="center"&gt;muzzy is my one and only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my alarm clock, cause he wakes me up ALMOST every single day at six for the past four years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually nolah, its always me that wakes him up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagine, hari hari at 6.45 i have to call (first warning)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.00 call again (second warning)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's always saying ''five minutes five minutes'' haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi takpa, its worth it trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-604163777422847558?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/604163777422847558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/604163777422847558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-tissues-and-more-tissue.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SflgSIWI4YI/AAAAAAAAChg/zcFdFlX8NL8/s72-c/Picture0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-2905687594976021949</id><published>2009-04-28T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:39:58.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfbBsf1S94I/AAAAAAAAChQ/xcy8Fmp6OiI/s1600-h/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329660179243005826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfbBsf1S94I/AAAAAAAAChQ/xcy8Fmp6OiI/s400/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my face is a darker shade than my neck, my neck is a darker shade than my boobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh, i need loreal nutri summer so that everything will be in the same shade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but nevermind, i should be thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate being sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was sick last night while i was at rae's house with the fab five minus tetek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had alot of sex talks, gerek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean, everytime we meet, there must be something that's linked to sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurrrrrr :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my brother and me didnt go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we went out with our parents and ethan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got two bank account and a joint account with my momma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;means i can go shopping everyweek, hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its been some time since i went to town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and east is getting boring already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ever heard ''the grass is greener on the other side''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, thats how i feel.&lt;/div&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;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-2905687594976021949?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2905687594976021949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2905687594976021949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-face-is-darker-shade-than-my-neck-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfbBsf1S94I/AAAAAAAAChQ/xcy8Fmp6OiI/s72-c/IMG_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-1441035830792585232</id><published>2009-04-26T19:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:22:31.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfRFy_eWptI/AAAAAAAAChI/jUp10z0JC0g/s1600-h/CIMG0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328961001420662482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfRFy_eWptI/AAAAAAAAChI/jUp10z0JC0g/s400/CIMG0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss these two babes like crazy though i just met them two days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the biggest is the youngest, the oldest is the smallest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rina's turning eighteen soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rae's already eighteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when im 19 im gonna move out of my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then the three of us are gonna stay together :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and our kids are gonna grow up together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i give birth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rina's gonna be my gynae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rae's gonna be the sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chris is gonna be the male nurse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wan's gonna be the psychologist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurr and my boyfriend's gonna be the one thats gonna say ''PUSSSSSSSSSSSH''. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did you know:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sex is the most important thing to a long lasting relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sex is also the most healthiest exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sex works better when one partner is thinner/bigger than the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sex is the best thing that can ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not sick -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is my view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont like it? then suit yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before i stuff my fucking feet into your bloody vagina, you'd better shut your fucking trap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you bloody kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-1441035830792585232?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1441035830792585232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1441035830792585232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-these-two-babes-like-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfRFy_eWptI/AAAAAAAAChI/jUp10z0JC0g/s72-c/CIMG0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-6375004652535320128</id><published>2009-04-25T20:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:42:23.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfMN5zG0FSI/AAAAAAAACg4/IaoqsQjP2lY/s1600-h/pasbchyvbchjadsbvjknfdskbv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328618070731920674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfMN5zG0FSI/AAAAAAAACg4/IaoqsQjP2lY/s400/pasbchyvbchjadsbvjknfdskbv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its a saturday night and im gonna stay home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont usually stay home on saturday cause its a saturday hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna meet muzzy, tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today, i wont be meeting him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his grandmother just passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have not met his grandmother in person, but he's always telling me about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and from what he told me, i figured that she must have been a strong dependent woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its really heartbreaking when he told me ''granny just passed away''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got the shock of my life cause he was talking to me about her a few days back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to muzzy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont worry alright baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;god loves her more, he wants her to be closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont worry too much alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll always be there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll pray for her too okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont be too sad about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone has to go one day right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you and me will also have to go one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so just calm yourself down and take it slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may granny rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-6375004652535320128?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6375004652535320128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6375004652535320128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-saturday-night-and-im-gonna-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfMN5zG0FSI/AAAAAAAACg4/IaoqsQjP2lY/s72-c/pasbchyvbchjadsbvjknfdskbv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-1125255508217007925</id><published>2009-04-25T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:35:39.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfMDYhB3YyI/AAAAAAAACgw/7j3zF5gNPHg/s1600-h/CIMG0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328606503827366690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfMDYhB3YyI/AAAAAAAACgw/7j3zF5gNPHg/s400/CIMG0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was supposed to go out with mom to parkway to collect my jeans but didnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, i went to meet up with the fabulous five minus syazwan.&lt;br /&gt;i love you people hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to airport to eat our hearts out :/&lt;br /&gt;when i get the pictures from rae, you people are gonna get the shock of your life.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think im gonna post some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want stupid kiddos like you to spread rumours.&lt;br /&gt;save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-1125255508217007925?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1125255508217007925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1125255508217007925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/04/was-supposed-to-go-out-with-mom-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfMDYhB3YyI/AAAAAAAACgw/7j3zF5gNPHg/s72-c/CIMG0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-4286862447473096187</id><published>2009-04-23T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:43:23.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfBcO-7v8AI/AAAAAAAACgo/iXDIRd_v3sQ/s1600-h/1_485584241l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327859771660824578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfBcO-7v8AI/AAAAAAAACgo/iXDIRd_v3sQ/s400/1_485584241l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you're STILL gossiping about me, means you're affected with whats going on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right you small little girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right now, i miss:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-muzamil :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-lukman nurhakim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-rina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-shazwan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-rae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-faizal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-fadhilah ain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-baby zee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-susu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-rano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-saufi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-eera babygirl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-nasia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-isa dora donut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the above names mentioned is what you call F.R.I.E.N.D.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people you can count on, unlike you sucka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-4286862447473096187?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4286862447473096187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4286862447473096187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-youre-still-gossiping-about-me-means.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfBcO-7v8AI/AAAAAAAACgo/iXDIRd_v3sQ/s72-c/1_485584241l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-5769788043479539394</id><published>2009-04-23T19:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:44:10.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfBS0NWSO6I/AAAAAAAACgg/991TB05YiwQ/s1600-h/1_869492857l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327849416069102498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfBS0NWSO6I/AAAAAAAACgg/991TB05YiwQ/s400/1_869492857l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didnt go for p.e today cause i had to rush down to changi prison to visit hakim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i didnt just get to see hakim, i got to see raiba too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i story telling a little bit okay haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went to buy water at the vending machine with bonda then i saw this three guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of them looked bloody familiar and the other two looks so -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he approached us and he said he's roy's big brother -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how can i remember how his brother looks like when i havent met him for god knows how long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurr hurr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway this time we got room 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause roy doesnt know my real name, he calls me 'kecik'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hakim told me this ''i cakap dengan roy yang you selalu tengok i, then roy tak tau siapa, tapi roy kata kalau tengok muka, mesti kenal''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then whne our session ended, roy came to our room and he was like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''KECIKKKKKKKKKKKKK, DAH BESAR HAHAHAHAH'' (he was shouting like an idiot) and he kept waving like a crazy dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hakim asked me to turn and when i turned i saw three heads and it belongs to roy's brother and his two friends, kepo number one -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all in all, it was a sad/happy moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hakim, i will keep to my promise okay, dont worry :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will take care of myself and i will take care of bonda until you and abang come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so dont you worry too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love you alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muhc love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-5769788043479539394?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5769788043479539394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5769788043479539394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-didnt-go-for-p.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfBS0NWSO6I/AAAAAAAACgg/991TB05YiwQ/s72-c/1_869492857l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-7289174526241672220</id><published>2009-04-23T18:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:14.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfBKuJoDLFI/AAAAAAAACgY/4czCkm59D9I/s1600-h/n775715108_5506978_3325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327840515897633874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfBKuJoDLFI/AAAAAAAACgY/4czCkm59D9I/s400/n775715108_5506978_3325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt; HAPPY 1st BIRTHDAY ETHAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you babylove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're our whole family's joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you're my favourite nephew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i hope your momma makes more babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk, im sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfBKtwb5WYI/AAAAAAAACgQ/okilxMkU5dw/s1600-h/n775715108_5872130_7658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327840509135772034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfBKtwb5WYI/AAAAAAAACgQ/okilxMkU5dw/s400/n775715108_5872130_7658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327840507505325106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfBKtqXKtDI/AAAAAAAACgA/84X8rWBXibc/s400/n775715108_4936044_8094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfBKtptsusI/AAAAAAAACf4/G8iqRZszP5Q/s1600-h/2629_147785785108_775715108_6205976_4677600_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327840507331394242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfBKtptsusI/AAAAAAAACf4/G8iqRZszP5Q/s400/2629_147785785108_775715108_6205976_4677600_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-7289174526241672220?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7289174526241672220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7289174526241672220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-1st-birthday-ethan-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SfBKuJoDLFI/AAAAAAAACgY/4czCkm59D9I/s72-c/n775715108_5506978_3325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-7638692682867534598</id><published>2009-04-20T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:44:38.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SewnMPRYmlI/AAAAAAAACfw/SM0Ti_I7nAY/s1600-h/CIMG0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326675550483814994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SewnMPRYmlI/AAAAAAAACfw/SM0Ti_I7nAY/s400/CIMG0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sunday was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early in the morning to have breakfast with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;then went off to tampines to meet fadhilah ain to print some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially i didnt wanna go to her place but the weather (?) was being a bitch and i was kinda freaked out cause she stays near a scary place.&lt;br /&gt;in the end we did scrapbooking at her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt very malu in her house when both her brother's are around HAH.&lt;br /&gt;the first at home, nevermind, the second one at home, i mind.&lt;br /&gt;hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate ain's first brother.&lt;br /&gt;HATE!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna complain to fadhli about it hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ain, shuddap eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ain's second brother (fadhli) is the most cheekiest adorable (est) ever HAHA, slap me.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to bring atin home and make her my teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;and i want ain's house ceiling (IM RETARDED +JAKUN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay go.&lt;br /&gt;and i love ain's parents.&lt;br /&gt;so nice and sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i wanna finish up ain's scrapbooking stuff.&lt;br /&gt;gonna meet her later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-7638692682867534598?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7638692682867534598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7638692682867534598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-was-great-i-woke-up-early-in.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SewnMPRYmlI/AAAAAAAACfw/SM0Ti_I7nAY/s72-c/CIMG0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-5937436145345912734</id><published>2009-04-19T12:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:47:48.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SewjDoBgv0I/AAAAAAAACfo/S1as2kwqgEw/s1600-h/CIMG0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326671004462792514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SewjDoBgv0I/AAAAAAAACfo/S1as2kwqgEw/s400/CIMG0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i spent my friday afternoon at pasir ris and i slept at punggol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had swensens for breakfast at aiport and to walk around and waste money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then got home and showered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so decided to meet muzzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we didnt know where to go and i said this to him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''lets be aimless people for today''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then hazeem messaged me to ask me some shit and i called hazeem back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then muzzy kept quiet and he went round siglap two times cause i was on the phone with hazeem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i was like ''why you drving in circles?, waste petrol kan''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he said ''hahahah, i dont know where to go, so drive around ah, petrol pun dah tinggal two bar''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i said ''since we're near east coast, we go east coast lah''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then he drove to east coast and then there was a conjestion but thats okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after being caught in it for like ten minutes, we left -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we drove back to my area and we sat around there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the moral of the story is : IM AIMLESS &amp;amp; SO IS MUZZY!&lt;br /&gt;hurrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall, he made my saturday a better saturday.&lt;br /&gt;even though we had our fair share of arguments, i still think he's one of the best :)&lt;br /&gt;okay thats basically how i spent my saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-5937436145345912734?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5937436145345912734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5937436145345912734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-four-years-i-suddenly-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SewjDoBgv0I/AAAAAAAACfo/S1as2kwqgEw/s72-c/CIMG0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-6932376280548797123</id><published>2009-04-14T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:23:19.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SeRx0I7TcNI/AAAAAAAACfY/jlF71tBpSxM/s1600-h/1_541142105l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324505800022126802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SeRx0I7TcNI/AAAAAAAACfY/jlF71tBpSxM/s400/1_541142105l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is my bestfriend forever and ever and ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone i'll always trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now lets see if you know my ''bestfriend''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the answer is NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ex-boyfriend/bestfriend, will always be on top of my list yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss faizal alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he's busy with work and his girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its a valid reason cause his girlfriend is more important than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i had a boyfriend, faizal wasnt my priority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheyyy. but it works vice versa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its okay fai, you're happy and im also happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i approve of your relationship now haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;used to disapprove (sorry jina) but i've come to terms with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sama macam you fai, you disapprove of my relationship with reme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but nevertheless, you're still in my heart (no jina, its not what you think) please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahhaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faizal, since you're working now, do i get my swensens &amp;amp; roti john chicken cheese mushroom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahhaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;off day keluar :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we go makan makan jadi gemuk sama sama eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love and miss you, true blue keling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-6932376280548797123?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6932376280548797123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6932376280548797123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-my-bestfriend-forever-and-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SeRx0I7TcNI/AAAAAAAACfY/jlF71tBpSxM/s72-c/1_541142105l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-7288996008696128787</id><published>2009-03-30T18:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:23:12.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SdCsgZfpAwI/AAAAAAAACdY/jOutVbJKm74/s1600-h/CIMG0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318940832523944706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SdCsgZfpAwI/AAAAAAAACdY/jOutVbJKm74/s400/CIMG0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im bloody tired and i just came back from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im struggling with art and i have 15 more boxes to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to do my homework but am bloody lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have english essay and geography worksheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think im gonna die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;die of stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;die die die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-7288996008696128787?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7288996008696128787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7288996008696128787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/03/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SdCsgZfpAwI/AAAAAAAACdY/jOutVbJKm74/s72-c/CIMG0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-3958395480139952734</id><published>2009-03-29T12:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:42.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sc75lobZVBI/AAAAAAAACcQ/UDkHHDdc_cI/s1600-h/CIMG0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318462634873934866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sc75lobZVBI/AAAAAAAACcQ/UDkHHDdc_cI/s400/CIMG0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im tired bloody tired fucking tired.&lt;/div&gt;i cam back at four in the morning and i woke up at 10 plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsibai, fucking sleepy ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have no idea what to blog except that i had alot of fun with girls :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh and i wanna watch confession of a shopaholic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ain, when you freeeeeeeee?&lt;br /&gt;very short post :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-3958395480139952734?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3958395480139952734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3958395480139952734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/03/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sc75lobZVBI/AAAAAAAACcQ/UDkHHDdc_cI/s72-c/CIMG0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-2158792253005815686</id><published>2009-03-28T12:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:28:51.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sc2zpVgqu-I/AAAAAAAACcA/Ar8ntPS05Uc/s1600-h/n1522706620_174568_793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318104257724595170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sc2zpVgqu-I/AAAAAAAACcA/Ar8ntPS05Uc/s400/n1522706620_174568_793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we were all brought to the world in pairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;each person has a destined fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;what if im not made for you and vice versa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;would you borrow me from my righful partner for as long as god permits or would you risk everything for fate, which we dont have a clue of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;i'll tell you which i'd pick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'll borrow you for as long as possible because what if tomorrow never come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;what if i never get to be wiht you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;what if ultimately, after hoping and hoping, fate is against us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;at least i've savoured every moment i can grasp before you're taken away by some lucky girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but the question is,would you want the same with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;would you fight all the odds to spend that extra second with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;i would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;i'll leave you to your thoughs and hope you see beyond ego, pride and sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cause to be honest, sometimes love never made sense&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-2158792253005815686?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2158792253005815686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2158792253005815686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/03/ohmygod-ugly-hair-nevermind-rebond.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sc2zpVgqu-I/AAAAAAAACcA/Ar8ntPS05Uc/s72-c/n1522706620_174568_793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-3265994754530053269</id><published>2009-03-25T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:17:46.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ScpB6IYXc5I/AAAAAAAACbw/PYc6m3RkOYc/s1600-h/CIMG0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317134777002193810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ScpB6IYXc5I/AAAAAAAACbw/PYc6m3RkOYc/s400/CIMG0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you fall in love you can't fall asleep because reality is better that your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im back at home and everything's a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im very jinxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this whole week is bloody shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and today is the most fucked up day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-3265994754530053269?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3265994754530053269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3265994754530053269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-fall-in-love-you-cant-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ScpB6IYXc5I/AAAAAAAACbw/PYc6m3RkOYc/s72-c/CIMG0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-1353542375563123037</id><published>2009-03-24T22:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:30:20.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Scj6n8r_1xI/AAAAAAAACbg/Uc8fPEt7rxE/s1600-h/1_550635621l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316774924323378962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Scj6n8r_1xI/AAAAAAAACbg/Uc8fPEt7rxE/s400/1_550635621l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not lesbian and its not her birthday or whatsoever eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this girl up there, her name is SITI NATASIA (unique) and she &lt;em&gt;*tak tau malu*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she wants me to blog about her so i shall blog about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone calls her: nasia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a great girlfriend to me and alot of the other girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a great daughter (&lt;em&gt;ni tak tau ah kan, ni assume je ah&lt;/em&gt;) haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a great girlfriend to faie (?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically she's great and i dont regret knowing her ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's always there for me when i need her the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's my shoulder to cry on when i break up with idiots haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nasia, sumpah eh, you mean alot to me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;em&gt; sumpah&lt;/em&gt;, i really dont know what else to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;em&gt;sumpah&lt;/em&gt;, i love you (sorry faie, share girlfriend).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah thats basically it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;natasia, a great girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-1353542375563123037?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1353542375563123037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1353542375563123037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-id-forgotten-just-how-perfect-you.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Scj6n8r_1xI/AAAAAAAACbg/Uc8fPEt7rxE/s72-c/1_550635621l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-4830042995506626356</id><published>2009-03-23T21:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:21:32.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ScekIffTCLI/AAAAAAAACbQ/QFLwDxg6u1c/s1600-h/001e000hFCs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316398350932838578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ScekIffTCLI/AAAAAAAACbQ/QFLwDxg6u1c/s400/001e000hFCs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't have enough middle fingers to tell you how I'm feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;bloody tired.&lt;br /&gt;super tired.&lt;br /&gt;fucking tired.&lt;br /&gt;more than tired actually.&lt;br /&gt;i need to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to STUDY! STUDY! STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get going.&lt;br /&gt;i need to do my art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-4830042995506626356?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4830042995506626356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4830042995506626356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-have-enough-middle-fingers-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ScekIffTCLI/AAAAAAAACbQ/QFLwDxg6u1c/s72-c/001e000hFCs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-2213482222255979976</id><published>2009-03-19T13:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:30:47.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ScHYoYPhuLI/AAAAAAAACbI/ftByn0Kz9xM/s1600-h/1_427828471l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314767223487838386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ScHYoYPhuLI/AAAAAAAACbI/ftByn0Kz9xM/s400/1_427828471l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I found a guy who listens to the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lukman nurhakim, im bloody sorry for not sending you a letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im really sorry, i promise i'll write one to you today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im really really sorry sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just now was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pass your time properly and control your temper, jadi *bunga*!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you, my dearest boy-friend&lt;/strong&gt; for everything and i'll be by your side no matter what shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a letter to you lukman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-2213482222255979976?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2213482222255979976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2213482222255979976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-found-guy-who-listens-to-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ScHYoYPhuLI/AAAAAAAACbI/ftByn0Kz9xM/s72-c/1_427828471l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-2265336753155575885</id><published>2009-03-19T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:31:56.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ScHRar6041I/AAAAAAAACa4/4ObUE-KmBXI/s1600-h/1_906710307l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314759291670160210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ScHRar6041I/AAAAAAAACa4/4ObUE-KmBXI/s400/1_906710307l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEISHA :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow, you're turning three years old today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when im twenty, you'll be six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when im twenty four (the age i wanna get married), you'll be ten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you can become my flower girl for my wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohmygod, nafisah stop dreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, yeah HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYGIRL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puff love you alot okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just dont be a pain in the arse and i'll be okay with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, you're too young to read my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when you're big enough and when technology catches up with you, please read my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're my favourite niece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-2265336753155575885?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2265336753155575885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2265336753155575885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-needed-to-get-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ScHRar6041I/AAAAAAAACa4/4ObUE-KmBXI/s72-c/1_906710307l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-5636367889616198971</id><published>2009-03-19T12:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:33:12.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ScHOmQ5KGxI/AAAAAAAACao/zaa2ekBMoA4/s1600-h/1_197678526l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314756192038951698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ScHOmQ5KGxI/AAAAAAAACao/zaa2ekBMoA4/s400/1_197678526l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAUFI :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother from another mother and father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the first to wish you happy birthday in advance because i was afraid that i'd forgot your birthday later so im actually the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause your bloody brother fucking forgot that today's your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;means im the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your present will be as promised cause i've never not failed to give you your birthday present before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahhh, got nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there for me throughout my secondary school shit life fuck :)&lt;br /&gt;you're the best boy-friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yeah, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-5636367889616198971?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5636367889616198971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5636367889616198971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hope-and-pray-that-maybe-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/ScHOmQ5KGxI/AAAAAAAACao/zaa2ekBMoA4/s72-c/1_197678526l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-8257838586609399482</id><published>2009-03-17T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:34:50.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sb-ZIiSeEYI/AAAAAAAACaQ/y8rfN9A14IE/s1600-h/CIMG0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314134457242751362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sb-ZIiSeEYI/AAAAAAAACaQ/y8rfN9A14IE/s400/CIMG0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate it when people think i look very old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear, the feeling is very fucked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when im in school uniform, people think im not a bloody student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;true enough, i look older with make-up, but without make-up i seriously think i look like any ordinary school girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont understand why bus driver's have to ask for my ez-link in the morning when the fucking bus is packed with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear i dont understand, its so obvious that im a student because im wearing a school uniform but they bloody ask for my ez-link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when you take a long time to produce your fucking ez-link, they make the fucked up face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which makes me feel like giving them a punch right in their faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again, im not a hooligan :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the other problem is when i go to KFC to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bloody hell produced my fucking ez-link and the bloody woman can still ask me ''is that your uniform''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear, i felt like scolding her back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kshaijsugbvhbdsvhjdsbvugdskjfhdskjhgfkdshgkuhgeughdgugbn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;todays bloody fucked up and i feel like killing people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-8257838586609399482?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8257838586609399482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8257838586609399482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-to-see-your-name-pop-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sb-ZIiSeEYI/AAAAAAAACaQ/y8rfN9A14IE/s72-c/CIMG0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-6835644865472981244</id><published>2009-03-16T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:36:39.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sb5Hxrz8Q0I/AAAAAAAACZY/Tg7z1cTzayo/s1600-h/CIMG0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313763529243509570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sb5Hxrz8Q0I/AAAAAAAACZY/Tg7z1cTzayo/s400/CIMG0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You are the essence of my being, The realism in this reality called life. And you are the amazement known to man&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the photo up there means a thousand things you know. no you dont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause when the both of us get married and rae too, we gonna make it bloody grand and the wedding will be subsidised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so fun so fun and i cannot wait to get married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rae and rina are older than me, i'll be the first to get married!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously, i cannot wait to get married and have these two girls do everything for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so cool, i'll feel so PRINCESSY! (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im lazy to blog about everything yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i get married, i wanna have a grand wedding, i wanna have babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohmygod, im so kental. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2981100433510232508-6835644865472981244?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6835644865472981244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6835644865472981244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-essence-of-my-being-realism-in.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/Sb5Hxrz8Q0I/AAAAAAAACZY/Tg7z1cTzayo/s72-c/CIMG0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-3019978937217372146</id><published>2009-03-13T15:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:39:09.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SboaTMnWZyI/AAAAAAAACY4/rUlAb3tkT54/s1600-h/CIMG0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312587627543029538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SboaTMnWZyI/AAAAAAAACY4/rUlAb3tkT54/s400/CIMG0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You know that your totally lost when you look into his eyes and cant find your way out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to attend school on monday - thursday and its compulsory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rubbish man! RUBBISH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yeah and my parents wont be in singapore from today to sunday night = AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my brother's going to stay with his friends and so the house will be mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh wait, the bloody maid will be around :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but nevermind, i wont do anything stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-3019978937217372146?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3019978937217372146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3019978937217372146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-that-your-totally-lost-when.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SboaTMnWZyI/AAAAAAAACY4/rUlAb3tkT54/s72-c/CIMG0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-1262070120766758216</id><published>2009-03-12T17:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:40:13.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SbjevS7MDLI/AAAAAAAACYo/M5sKT0jydV8/s1600-h/000u000hFCs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312240664598809778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SbjevS7MDLI/AAAAAAAACYo/M5sKT0jydV8/s400/000u000hFCs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABA :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zomg, my father is damn old, old, old, old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i hope my dad can will be able to see me get married hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i want my kids to be able to see my father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, celebrated my father's birthday yesterday because my sister's working today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ate 4 different cakes from coffee bean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why coffee bean? because my father loves coffee bean's cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he thinks they are nicer than swensen -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did not give my father any present cause im bloody broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but my sister bought my dad a macau and she gave him $1000 and she included my name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that means im a freeloader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-1262070120766758216?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1262070120766758216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1262070120766758216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-baba-zomg-my-father-is.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SbjevS7MDLI/AAAAAAAACYo/M5sKT0jydV8/s72-c/000u000hFCs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-5391629442930379924</id><published>2009-03-08T20:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:42:07.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SbPAv4uu1AI/AAAAAAAACYA/PveTSpwf6No/s1600-h/n652599374_1181711_7396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310800314514723842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SbPAv4uu1AI/AAAAAAAACYA/PveTSpwf6No/s400/n652599374_1181711_7396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TETEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're the best buddy on earth :)&lt;/div&gt;have fun have fun being older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i had fun at your chalet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously alot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you tek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-5391629442930379924?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5391629442930379924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5391629442930379924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-let-darkness-of-your-past-cover.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SbPAv4uu1AI/AAAAAAAACYA/PveTSpwf6No/s72-c/n652599374_1181711_7396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-2024097016658137757</id><published>2009-03-07T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:43:48.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SbHv8mm5A0I/AAAAAAAACXo/E5_2rX8s9nU/s1600-h/1_653944573l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310289260081382210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SbHv8mm5A0I/AAAAAAAACXo/E5_2rX8s9nU/s400/1_653944573l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When our friends ask me how was I patient for a whole year? I tell them it was worth the wait and I would go back years to have your gorgeous smile to brighten up my days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're probably wondering how come im awake so early on a saturday rightt?&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from changi prison.&lt;br /&gt;i went to visit lukman together with his mom.&lt;br /&gt;tele-video wasnt that bad, but i cannot wait to see him face to face.&lt;br /&gt;its been a few months since i last met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lukman, im never gonna delete this post because i want you to read this when you're released.&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait for you even if its gonna take years.&lt;br /&gt;i hope in the next 18months that you're gonna be there, you wont do anything dumb anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im really sorry about just now.&lt;br /&gt;i really didnt know what to talk to you about.&lt;br /&gt;im shocked/sad/happy/ to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want you to be inside.&lt;br /&gt;im sad to see you like that.&lt;br /&gt;im happy to know that you're not out there doing anything mischevious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lukman, you're taller and bigger and chubby and handsomer now huh.&lt;br /&gt;all grown up and you've cut down on your irritatingness eh.&lt;br /&gt;is it because bonda was around thats why you were so innocent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa, whatever it is, i'll still be by yourside when you need me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you're still cute as ever when you said this :&lt;br /&gt;eh dah kurus while doing the liposuction motion thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please behave yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i really want to see you out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna say what you said in the last 1 minute just now:&lt;br /&gt;i love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love you.&lt;br /&gt;love you beruk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-2024097016658137757?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2024097016658137757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2024097016658137757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-our-friends-ask-me-how-was-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SbHv8mm5A0I/AAAAAAAACXo/E5_2rX8s9nU/s72-c/1_653944573l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-7088303781896830490</id><published>2009-02-22T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:45:21.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SaEphKByVlI/AAAAAAAACW4/YX-E0vCfzQg/s1600-h/CIMG0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305567485623424594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SaEphKByVlI/AAAAAAAACW4/YX-E0vCfzQg/s400/CIMG0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dont get this love game that you're playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its been so long since i got to use the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to brother's extra laptop and isa's internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've got 123456789 pictures to upload.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but i've got no time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yeah might be uploading it when i have alot of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cannot wait to meet lukman nurhakim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss him alot alot alot alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im going to see him with his momma and there's gonna be alot of tears.&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, this is my metrosexual favourite boy and bestest friend and bestest cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and no, he's not mat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and whichever girl that happens to be his future girlfriend and wife, will be so lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SaEphCUUPSI/AAAAAAAACWw/ZSlImSDySmI/s1600-h/CIMG0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305567483553660194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SaEphCUUPSI/AAAAAAAACWw/ZSlImSDySmI/s400/CIMG0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SaEpgwwXLPI/AAAAAAAACWo/XUscJ99cq6c/s1600-h/CIMG0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305567478839454962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SaEpgwwXLPI/AAAAAAAACWo/XUscJ99cq6c/s400/CIMG0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SaEpg5dWkdI/AAAAAAAACWg/L9aPKFjO2-4/s1600-h/CIMG0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305567481175642578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SaEpg5dWkdI/AAAAAAAACWg/L9aPKFjO2-4/s400/CIMG0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-7088303781896830490?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7088303781896830490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/7088303781896830490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-so-long-since-i-got-to-use.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SaEphKByVlI/AAAAAAAACW4/YX-E0vCfzQg/s72-c/CIMG0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-4783007680708887461</id><published>2009-02-05T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:19:17.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SYsCxkKOfXI/AAAAAAAACVY/ffiu-CxRHw0/s1600-h/29+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299332437074935154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SYsCxkKOfXI/AAAAAAAACVY/ffiu-CxRHw0/s400/29+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you love the person, you must first learn to accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had SUPERTEENS as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its good cause Dr. Ernest was there and he talked alot about life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;serious talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had sex talks/motivational talks/wake up call and blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think its worth the money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its better than ''this way up''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im serious, its way way better.&lt;/div&gt;so i take back my words about ''they talk the same shit'' can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i must be grateful that i was born into this world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i must not take things for granted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i must be contented with what i have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i should start appreciating my parents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i should start appreciating my siblings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i must not have anymore negative thinking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i must start thanking my parents for everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i must say ''i love you'' to them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i must learn to accept their words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cannot let them down anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe.i believe. i believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-4783007680708887461?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4783007680708887461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4783007680708887461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-love-person-you-must-first-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SYsCxkKOfXI/AAAAAAAACVY/ffiu-CxRHw0/s72-c/29+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-2273563307133723077</id><published>2009-02-04T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:46:24.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SYmkeo7einI/AAAAAAAACVA/AC1b7Q0caX0/s1600-h/36+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298947282868013682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SYmkeo7einI/AAAAAAAACVA/AC1b7Q0caX0/s400/36+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's not that i'm scared to tell you how i feel. It's what you're gonna say that's probably going to crush me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was late for school cause isa dora donut and myself missed the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so the theory is &lt;em&gt;''kalau dah lambat, lambatkan sekali ah, pergi breakfast pun cantik''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we walked to bedok interchange and went to have breakfast at Mcdonald's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good food in the morning keeps you thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reached school a 8.30 am -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yeah, SUPERTEENS started justnow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear this is &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt; than the ''this way up'' course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its way way longer and they are very long-winded, grandmother/grandfather stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagine spending 11 hours (minus 2 hours of break time) in an air conditioned room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you have to sit on a freaking chair with no table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and your body aches like fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what they talk about is the same shit the ''this way up'' people talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shit shitty shit fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean its useful to a certain extent however, the hours are too long and people tend to lose their concentration after a certain period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shall remind you people again that im a:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;VISUAL KINESTHETIC&lt;/span&gt; person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i feel fucked up because i cannot attend mas henna session tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im looking forward to seeing her before her wedding, but guess i cant cause of SUPERTEENS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so the only time i get to see her is if she drops by and watch our netball session or i'll just have to wait till her wedding day which is sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-2273563307133723077?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2273563307133723077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/2273563307133723077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-not-that-im-scared-to-tell-you-how.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SYmkeo7einI/AAAAAAAACVA/AC1b7Q0caX0/s72-c/36+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-3518938157883822134</id><published>2009-02-03T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:23:42.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SYg2r8AvIFI/AAAAAAAACUY/wG2VBAfcA3k/s1600-h/36+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298545090072879186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SYg2r8AvIFI/AAAAAAAACUY/wG2VBAfcA3k/s400/36+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its the laughter that makes it all worthwhile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate tuesdays, i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assembly day which means having to stayback after school, fucked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had talks by customs officer which was so bleagh -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rushed home straight to get some cash cause promised baby zee and rano a movie date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched INKHEART -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its not that bad afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched 3/4 of the movie and i slept until it was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was sleepy please, not because of my theory &lt;em&gt;''cerita tak bagus''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, im going out with family in 20 minutes time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going to mas ayu to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im depressed that rano said i gain weight back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the other day he said i lost weight, today he said i gained back the weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HARDCORE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;HYDROXYCUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; here i come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-3518938157883822134?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3518938157883822134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3518938157883822134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-laugh-that-makes-it-all-worthwhile.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SYg2r8AvIFI/AAAAAAAACUY/wG2VBAfcA3k/s72-c/36+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-5230886718890978870</id><published>2009-02-02T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:56:01.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SYbCXyqO9aI/AAAAAAAACUI/4tp_nCwgsTE/s1600-h/37+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298135725639660962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SYbCXyqO9aI/AAAAAAAACUI/4tp_nCwgsTE/s400/37+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So we fall past this story and we fall past this worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; hakma thought me something on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its this starhub thing where i can like message him and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cool shitzx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okaylah, i know some people might know about this already, but i dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so just let me be happy about it for awhile can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know,&lt;em&gt; jakun&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yeah, ethan can crawl already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that means he's gonna lose all those babyfats :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-5230886718890978870?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5230886718890978870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/5230886718890978870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/02/hakma-thought-me-something-on-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SYbCXyqO9aI/AAAAAAAACUI/4tp_nCwgsTE/s72-c/37+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-1847042893052120012</id><published>2009-01-27T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:15:49.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX8jeh1n83I/AAAAAAAACTI/8g-BhoW1YyA/s1600-h/87+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295990694197326706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX8jeh1n83I/AAAAAAAACTI/8g-BhoW1YyA/s400/87+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I MIGHT BE FAT, BUT IM PRETTIER THAN YOU IN A THOUSAND WAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i admit that im not as smart as you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but think again, everyone is smart in his/her own way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone has his/her advantage and disadvantage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause no one is perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talk logically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-1847042893052120012?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1847042893052120012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/1847042893052120012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-might-be-fat-but-im-prettier-than-you.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX8jeh1n83I/AAAAAAAACTI/8g-BhoW1YyA/s72-c/87+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-8413909779852188260</id><published>2009-01-26T13:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:00:53.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX1PErSpkHI/AAAAAAAACSw/nq7ruIN8bqU/s1600-h/87+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295475678616588402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX1PErSpkHI/AAAAAAAACSw/nq7ruIN8bqU/s400/87+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Through thick an thin, I'll always be your mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rina came over to my house before heading to natsy's chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got lost at downtown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both of suck big time when finding places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yeah, i hate taking buses.&lt;br /&gt;i always get lost.&lt;br /&gt;not spoilt, just dumb when it comes to taking public transport.&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;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/2981100433510232508-8413909779852188260?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8413909779852188260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8413909779852188260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/01/rina-came-over-to-my-house-before.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX1PErSpkHI/AAAAAAAACSw/nq7ruIN8bqU/s72-c/87+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-31825106210911829</id><published>2009-01-26T12:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:03:42.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX1K0PdOntI/AAAAAAAACRI/hQSiPsMdge0/s1600-h/87+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295470998220349138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX1K0PdOntI/AAAAAAAACRI/hQSiPsMdge0/s400/87+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A year older, a year more matured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX1Kz2g7ujI/AAAAAAAACRA/4b1dzVYh9oA/s1600-h/87+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295470991525001778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX1Kz2g7ujI/AAAAAAAACRA/4b1dzVYh9oA/s400/87+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;happy birthday 25TH birthday chan mei ling shikin and 27th birthday khairul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the birthday was a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alot of food which was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the cake was super deduper delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295470252618436050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX1KI134TdI/AAAAAAAACQg/DDcrYcR3NjE/s400/87+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX1KI8RrUbI/AAAAAAAACQY/bOqIbof0VHE/s1600-h/87+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295470254337249714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX1KI8RrUbI/AAAAAAAACQY/bOqIbof0VHE/s400/87+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX1KI6P3lhI/AAAAAAAACQQ/Vk2JSGOJYIY/s1600-h/87+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295470253792794130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX1KI6P3lhI/AAAAAAAACQQ/Vk2JSGOJYIY/s400/87+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-31825106210911829?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/31825106210911829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/31825106210911829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-25th-birthday-chan-mei.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SX1K0PdOntI/AAAAAAAACRI/hQSiPsMdge0/s72-c/87+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-753319095298611405</id><published>2009-01-23T21:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:49:56.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SXnfpbcTvjI/AAAAAAAACQI/pg_9dmtCoE8/s1600-h/30+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294508739784850994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SXnfpbcTvjI/AAAAAAAACQI/pg_9dmtCoE8/s400/30+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met up with natalie, rina, rae, natasha after school and went to pasir ris to eat and hang out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isa and friends came down after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i only know one of his friend, if im not wrong, its azeem/azim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to the others who came down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THANK YOU(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thanks faizal, you're the best boy-friend in the whole wide world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and girls, you are the best girlfriends anyone can ever have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a netball game with the girlfriends/boyfriends from 8-11.&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;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-753319095298611405?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/753319095298611405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/753319095298611405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/01/met-up-with-natalie-rina-rae-natasha.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SXnfpbcTvjI/AAAAAAAACQI/pg_9dmtCoE8/s72-c/30+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-328463541876324853</id><published>2009-01-11T21:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:30:12.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SWn6WiRDedI/AAAAAAAACMI/QwrwTBcMouk/s1600-h/76+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290034502385760722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SWn6WiRDedI/AAAAAAAACMI/QwrwTBcMouk/s400/76+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met up with wai for lunch and movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched &lt;em&gt;transporter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he wanted to watch ong bak 2 but its at 7.50 pm and i have to go to school and he has to report to pasir laba camp by 7.30 for reservist tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we had a choice, red cliff or transporter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who on earth like me, wanna watch red cliff right.&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;transporter was pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear to you that frank guy ( i dont know what his real name is) is fucking hot please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his body is TO DIE FOR!&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;walked around town when this two small girls caught my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were doing gymnastics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fucking cool, but i can feel the pain when they do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they look like sticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no butt, no boobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-328463541876324853?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/328463541876324853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/328463541876324853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/01/met-up-with-wai-for-lunch-and-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SWn6WiRDedI/AAAAAAAACMI/QwrwTBcMouk/s72-c/76+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-4307231970736035559</id><published>2009-01-07T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:31:22.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SWSBBOqayzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/QVjYMsUJpEo/s1600-h/1+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288493720555670322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SWSBBOqayzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/QVjYMsUJpEo/s400/1+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dread going to school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear to you, im becoming like zila, i keep wanting to fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i pity my malay teacher, mr hamzah, the boys are so fucking rude to him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bloody assholes, dont think you people are jackasses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stooop!&lt;/strong&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-4307231970736035559?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4307231970736035559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/4307231970736035559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dread-going-to-school-i-swear-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SWSBBOqayzI/AAAAAAAACKQ/QVjYMsUJpEo/s72-c/1+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-8407541845124782317</id><published>2009-01-02T13:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:33:13.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SV2uknnkGrI/AAAAAAAACIo/mw8h06PXg98/s1600-h/CIMG0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286573481736280754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SV2uknnkGrI/AAAAAAAACIo/mw8h06PXg98/s320/CIMG0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;first day of school and it was already &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHITTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHITTTT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to school alone, ALONE okay! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAZEEM AND ME ISNT IN THE SAME CLASS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no actually we are, but he's in D&amp;amp;T and im in ART, so we kinda got separated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im very sad about it, because i have no friends in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos &lt;strong&gt;firstly&lt;/strong&gt;, the class is made up of mostly foreign students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secondly&lt;/strong&gt;, i dont like any of the boys, cos they make stupid noises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thirdly&lt;/strong&gt;, the girls are -_________________-, so forget about me making friends with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mr zaldy and cikgu naz told me not to bother about them, but how can i not bother about them when they are around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a netball game with my girlfriends and boyfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now, i gotta take a short nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love;&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/2981100433510232508-8407541845124782317?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8407541845124782317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/8407541845124782317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-school-and-it-was-already.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SV2uknnkGrI/AAAAAAAACIo/mw8h06PXg98/s72-c/CIMG0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-3973462832112730349</id><published>2009-01-01T15:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:03:24.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SVx6HxWAoiI/AAAAAAAACIY/Nd6T8WQOUFI/s1600-h/CIMG0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286234336549446178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SVx6HxWAoiI/AAAAAAAACIY/Nd6T8WQOUFI/s320/CIMG0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; summary of two-thousand and eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you keep your new year's resolutions and will you make more next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NO! my 2008 resolution was to lose weight but im pretty sure i gained weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yeah, my sister gave birth to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ethan khaled mernone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did anyone close ot you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;vietnam and bangkok and incrdible ind&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What date on 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the date which me and ain fucked reme upside down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;failing my 'n's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was you biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i controlled my $handphone bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you suffer any illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yeah, a broken leg :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose behaviour merited celebration?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haaaaaaaaa, mine :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whose behaviour made you appalled and deppressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;him her him and her and him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;food.clothes.shoes.bags.accesories. practically everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What did you get really,really,really really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haaaaaaaa, was actually excited about my N levels, but cried in the end, wished i didnt see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What song(s) will remind you of 2007?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BUBBLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Compared to this time last year,are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happier/sadder: &lt;strong&gt;sadder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thinner/fatter: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;richer/poorer: &lt;strong&gt;poorer- now the economy very bad!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What did you do you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;studyyyy :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you hate anyone now, that you didnt hate last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yeah, reme in particular hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What was the best book you read? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the memories keeper's daughter.i think (?) did i get the tittle right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is the album released you love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jason mraz - we sing, we dance, we steal things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What was your favourite film of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;house bunny, yes man, ah yalah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i went for karaoke with my blood and had a party with them, i was sixteen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you ask people about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which celebrity/public figure you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TYRA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;erm, no one in particular. i just wished i didnt know reme at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us valuable lesson you learned in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that my friends who've been right by myside 4 years back, are still my friends and they are closest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What was the nicest thing someone said about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that im &lt;strong&gt;not fat&lt;/strong&gt;? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most touching experience you had this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;erm hahahah, nothing in particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What did you like most about yourself this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i speak up for my rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you hate about yourself this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;erm, that i love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite line from a song this year:&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;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;''it starts with my toes makes me crinkle my nose''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i dont look forward to 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye 2008 and hello 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nuch love;&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/2981100433510232508-3973462832112730349?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3973462832112730349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3973462832112730349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-did-you-do-in-2008-that-youd-never.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SVx6HxWAoiI/AAAAAAAACIY/Nd6T8WQOUFI/s72-c/CIMG0165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-6011942141842879793</id><published>2008-12-31T14:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:38:55.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SVsU4_DE-4I/AAAAAAAACH4/Yc_gte1e70s/s1600-h/faizalll.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285841556878982018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SVsU4_DE-4I/AAAAAAAACH4/Yc_gte1e70s/s320/faizalll.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAAAAAYYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im done with faizal's blog but i cant seem to put up a picture of him at the profile part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nevermind faizal, i got your email and password, when i got the time, i do it for you yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im going to do isa dora donut's blog when i go to his house later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muahhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, he and his stupid &lt;em&gt;''kenangan of HER layout''.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bleagh -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wahhhhh 2009 is coming in less than 24 hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wah seh NOT best ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-6011942141842879793?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6011942141842879793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/6011942141842879793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2008/12/yaaaaayyy-im-done-with-faizals-blog-but.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SVsU4_DE-4I/AAAAAAAACH4/Yc_gte1e70s/s72-c/faizalll.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2981100433510232508.post-3599667042040143749</id><published>2008-12-30T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:41:36.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SVorXnMTRQI/AAAAAAAACHo/IMFxT4cOS_8/s1600-h/fai.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285584797330261250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SVorXnMTRQI/AAAAAAAACHo/IMFxT4cOS_8/s320/fai.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; i love faizal alot and i know he loves me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sucker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke him up and talked shit with him because i didnt get to talk to him last night cause he was talking to the love of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then after that we chatted on msn as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bloody idiot, ORD already, go find job ah, stay home like an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;live on mother's money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was having a stupid conversation with him and he suddenly asked me to create a blog for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was bugging me and if i didnt do one for him, he'll do it himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i didnt want him to &lt;em&gt;merajok&lt;/em&gt;, so yeah i did one for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bleagh -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i had to go out so i said,&lt;em&gt; i give you bestfriend hug and kiss, you want?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing how irritating he is, he was like I WANT I WANT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sickening dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i drew him a lips and two humans, it was deformed okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its the thoughts that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, much love; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2981100433510232508-3599667042040143749?l=mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3599667042040143749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2981100433510232508/posts/default/3599667042040143749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudieberryturvy.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-faizal-alot-and-i-know-he-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>NAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526692739837303256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/R9FKmud79sI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kpLuZUnmLLk/S220/1_837664246m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJJvhKIQi48/SVorXnMTRQI/AAAAAAAACHo/IMFxT4cOS_8/s72-c/fai.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
