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type='text'>steamboater.</title><content type='html'>Heyy. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I went to Red Wok for breakfast. I joined in Boyfriend's group, which kinda makes me an outsider. *Shrugs. But it was fun. :) I had a blast eating with Boyfriend beside me. We ate a lot, I think we ate too much. Well, he said its okay, as long as there are no leftovers, because there is sort of charges for leftovers. At first it was like, unbelievable how much the guys took. MASSIVE. But it seems like the first trip was not enough. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi okay la. Best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I am blogging because Boyfriend is taking Test 2 for TAX320 and I am left out, alooooneeee. *Moans. I asked his permission to go online and do blog stuff *Wink wink. So, I guess I am posting this because I can, and I am also in the middle of 'renovating' bloggie. BUT, by the time YOU read this, bloggie is already wearing its new look. Takpe la, asalkan puas hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately kan, I have problems with my throat. :( On the first week of fasting month, I had viral fever that lasted a week. After the fever went by, my selsema left behind. Until now. :( On the other day, I could almost taste the gross of my kahak. Until today. *Sobs. Tak tahu la ngape jadi begini. Haih. So, asyik batuk je la kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-3837438541163127763?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/3837438541163127763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=3837438541163127763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3837438541163127763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3837438541163127763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2011/08/steamboater.html' title='steamboater.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802754135236429439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIHVm2aNvTw/TQnWL_iDMZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PngevAYlFaE/S220/kaktsa%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-4399320313167827230</id><published>2011-08-15T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T11:20:06.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chacha chobits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>my fingers went numb. my brains went dumb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. That was a lousy starter. But, oh well. Lets begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HELLO AGAIN. I've got spidey webs all over my blog since I haven't dropped by in months. Sorry deary bloggie. I'm sorry readers (if there are any, actually. I have my doubts. Hah.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, what happened?? Been busy. You know. Same 'ol same 'ol busy wuzzy life. Studies are much harder in final semesters, tonnes of assignments, presentations. Like, are they trying to kill us or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AND, I gained weight. :( Gemok da. Actually, I am already fat, but getting fatter. I just love food, enjoy eating so much I just can't stop. Subhannallah. Boyfriend pun makin kurang sayang kan? :( Eh tak, joking. EH, by the way, Happy Puasa. Did you guys missed any? What are your cravings this fasting month? I am so craving Sup Soto that I eat every other day with Boyfriend (he ate something else... sombong dengan soto) or Sambal Terong and Tempe. Yum yum. Uhhhh. Control your cravings people. Kalau tak nanti gemok, tak cantik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BY THE WAY, we as in me and Boyfriend just celebrated our 2 years anniversary. Hehe. I still remember those days where I had major crush on him, my every posts being all about him. LOL. Ain't I cheesy? I guess you get cheesy when you're in love. :) We had a lovely day just the two of us that day. (Walaupun hari kolej...) Happy saje. Then, blush blush sama-sama mengenangkan zaman awal bercinta dulu. *Guffaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like, those late night calls. Or when he calls my name in class, and I would just turn around and grin like a little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SAYANG, remember discrimination? :) &amp;amp;amp;lt;------ Inside joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, I chopped my hair off, like 10 inches of them. :( Though I kinda feel so sad since I am so attached to my long rapunzel hair, I love my new look.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkAS5cayXSk/TkiQN1x0UbI/AAAAAAAAADE/ykeN3BZ-Mkw/s1600/Photo0703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkAS5cayXSk/TkiQN1x0UbI/AAAAAAAAADE/ykeN3BZ-Mkw/s320/Photo0703.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comel kan Boyfriend kat belakang? :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tu je kott. Nanti tak sibuk and Boyfriend kasi pinjam lappy update lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-4399320313167827230?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/4399320313167827230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=4399320313167827230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/4399320313167827230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/4399320313167827230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-fingers-went-numb-my-brains-went.html' title='my fingers went numb. my brains went dumb.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802754135236429439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIHVm2aNvTw/TQnWL_iDMZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PngevAYlFaE/S220/kaktsa%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkAS5cayXSk/TkiQN1x0UbI/AAAAAAAAADE/ykeN3BZ-Mkw/s72-c/Photo0703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-5740125961779382378</id><published>2011-08-15T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:54:40.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bastard'/><title type='text'>there's a fire, starting in my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This sucks, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who do you think you are? Thinking that you could just, uh, drop by and say hi? Like, whatever man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things, or even life do not work that easy. We work to get some things in life, and we just don't go leaving things hanging around and hope to be back and continue what was left over. It just don't work that way. Don't go around poking other people's life around, messing things up, more that what you already had. Ruining everything. Relationships that are built strong could just fall apart just because you go and mess with people, hoping to just slip in and continue life as it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You don't deserve that kind of credit. who would want to credit their agony to you? I mean, that's just feeding your ego, and I am no ego-feeder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, just fuck away. We don't need you presence. We don't need your intervention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I loathe you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't give a damn about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: The ex 'dropped by' unexpectedly to the doorstep of my polished life. Sheesh.&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/841283305670303086-5740125961779382378?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/5740125961779382378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=5740125961779382378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/5740125961779382378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/5740125961779382378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2011/08/theres-fire-starting-in-my-heart.html' title='there&apos;s a fire, starting in my heart.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802754135236429439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIHVm2aNvTw/TQnWL_iDMZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PngevAYlFaE/S220/kaktsa%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-8067664749425727511</id><published>2011-08-09T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:38:25.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Twenty Four Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-8067664749425727511?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/8067664749425727511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=8067664749425727511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8067664749425727511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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x-large;"&gt;Twenty Three Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-8126069027137619447?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/8126069027137619447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=8126069027137619447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8126069027137619447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8126069027137619447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love-you.html' title='i love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802754135236429439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIHVm2aNvTw/TQnWL_iDMZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PngevAYlFaE/S220/kaktsa%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-1913483076936547714</id><published>2011-06-09T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:36:55.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Twenty Two Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-1913483076936547714?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIHVm2aNvTw/TQnWL_iDMZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PngevAYlFaE/S220/kaktsa%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-9223366986006824444</id><published>2011-05-09T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:35:59.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Twenty One Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-9223366986006824444?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/9223366986006824444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=9223366986006824444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/9223366986006824444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/9223366986006824444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-you.html' title='i love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802754135236429439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIHVm2aNvTw/TQnWL_iDMZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PngevAYlFaE/S220/kaktsa%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-7619400009724302614</id><published>2011-04-09T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:34:42.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Twenty Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-7619400009724302614?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/7619400009724302614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=7619400009724302614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>of eye candies and mind bogglers.</title><content type='html'>I watched two movies in the past two weeks, Rango and Beastly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have waited for Beastly all my life, literally, or since I read how Vanessa Hudgens was in the movie. I missed one of her movies, Bandslam. It was rather devastating, but I moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it&amp;nbsp;enormously but it was a rather a&amp;nbsp;disappointment. Just because I read the book. *Sighs. I could not resist imagining the story line, the characters while I read it, but it doesn't match up to my expectations. I was not expecting another typical teen flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to remind myself : Do not read the novel before watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just who I am, I am more a reading-in-the-corner person than watching a movie person. Not that I don't enjoy movies, I certainly do. Its just that novels let me read the mind of the characters, and listen to their hearts desire. Movies, for me are eye candies, that gives my mind how to picture the moment in some scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like Harry Potter. I so enjoyed the books that I thought I'd enjoyed the movie. I did, only for the first three installments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND so was Twilight Saga. I read all four, and was quite a dissappointment with the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANGO. WAS. AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a moment in the movie that I am not laughing. The sarcasm, the jokes. It was oh-so-tummy-aching. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of &amp;nbsp;now, I am waiting the moments to catch the most highest cost movie in Malaysia,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hikayat_Merong_Mahawangsa"&gt;Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tak sabar deh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;That's all for today. Talk later, alligators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-3696742591105930861?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/3696742591105930861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=3696742591105930861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3696742591105930861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3696742591105930861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2011/03/of-eye-candies-and-mind-bogglers.html' title='of eye candies and mind bogglers.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03802754135236429439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIHVm2aNvTw/TQnWL_iDMZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PngevAYlFaE/S220/kaktsa%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-9003395084909827466</id><published>2011-03-09T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:34:08.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Nineteen Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-9003395084909827466?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/9003395084909827466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=9003395084909827466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/9003395084909827466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/9003395084909827466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-you.html' title='i love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-5462286456980436778</id><published>2011-03-01T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:20:01.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What was the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Half a nugget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you play Guitar Hero?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have Guitar Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that late. I was making notes for my Boyfriend and dozed off, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could move somewhere else, would you?&lt;br /&gt;I would love to move in with Syafique. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been kissed under fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;No, I shall have to mention this to Syafique, and make sure this happens. Ehem, Sayang. *Wink wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried really hard?&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago. I don't even remember what it was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What items could you not go without during the day?&lt;br /&gt;Syafique~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Mostly content in the sense that I am enjoying my love life and love where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song is stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks by Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone knocks on your window at 2:00 a.m. Who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;Syafique. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think too much or too little?&lt;br /&gt;I think I think too much. Hmm, I have to think about that . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are your feet right now?&lt;br /&gt;Under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in fairy tales?&lt;br /&gt;I think fairy tales can have a bit of truth to them, but I don't think they're entirely accurate or believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever licked the back of a CD to try to get it to work?&lt;br /&gt;No, eeww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the person you can count on the most?&lt;br /&gt;Syafique. :) Tapi Syafique cakap penipu. Ngeh. -___-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;It was weird. Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Err, err. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite Holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;No. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever caught a fish?&lt;br /&gt;No, it was disgusting. They are so slimy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite lunch meat?&lt;br /&gt;Lunch meat? Burger blackpepper. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;Cornflakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?&lt;br /&gt;Ma heels ain't got not shoe lace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla + Chocolate. Yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the first thing you notice about people?&lt;br /&gt;Attitude, like Syafique's :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What book are you reading now?&lt;br /&gt;I am to finish Malaysian Taxation before finals. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the farthest you've been from home?&lt;br /&gt;When we go back to Kampung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet your spouse?&lt;br /&gt;Microeconomics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the last place you drove (other than home/school/work)?&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever have driving licence, but illegally I drove Boyfriend's car around my house. Hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-5462286456980436778?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/5462286456980436778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=5462286456980436778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/5462286456980436778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/5462286456980436778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-was-last-thing-you-put-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-571313243181500514</id><published>2011-03-01T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:04:00.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>a bit wee eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Heyy. :) You know, I'm in the mood of talking and rambling about my boyfriend. So, if you feel like puking, please, close this window immediately. Having said that, I would like to talk and ramble about my boyfriend, like I said before.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;I really love this guy. Yeah, I know it sounds like every typical line a girl would say, but I am really serious. I have never feel like this before, and yes, it sounds . . . typical. Nevertheless, I would like to say that this person is really a dream come true. He's is everything I want, and everything I don't want, in one package, wrapped with a ribbon. The fact that he is, sooooo loving, and lovable makes me love him more, get what I mean? :) Yes? No? Never mind. So, anyway, looking back, it has been a loooong way, and not very easy. We had our ups and downs as well as our perfect moments *giggles*.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;I remembered having a deep deep crush on one of my fellow seniors in Microeconomics class. This guy, EhMaGod, just took me by the heart that first notice. :P I liked him so much. Major crush alert! Then, he started noticing me *screams*. He 'teased' me in class, calling out my name repeatedly, making me blush every now and then. Geeeeeeez. One day, he sat next to me in the Student Square area and spoke to me. I swear my heart was gonna burst out any moment and scream at him. Thank god it did not happen. I barely speak back, because I am beyond nervous and excited at the same time. :)&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Then, another day, he spoke to me after class, commenting on my Baju Kurung :). I seem like a desperate pathetic stalker right? I know, I am. So, anyway, I ask his phone number (YES people, I stalk him around!!) from one of my Financial Accounting 1 class that very evening, who happens to be one of his, batchmate? Err, yeah, I think so. So, I texted him that day, and we began texting.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;One night, he called me for the first time just one week after we started texting. EhMaGod I sound like an unpopular teenage girl getting some attention from the popular guy. He called, I freaked out like maaaaaad but managed to calm myself down and talked to him. I slept with a huge grin. Yayy! We began texting like mad during the holidays, exchanging calls, instant messaging, replying comments. You name it. I am so in love!&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;One Friday, he called to back off, because 'someone' is ruining his life. OH hell, I cried, to this person I am crushing on. &lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;More, maybe soon?&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-571313243181500514?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/571313243181500514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=571313243181500514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/571313243181500514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/571313243181500514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2011/03/bit-wee-eh.html' title='a bit wee eh?'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-3920455660639832858</id><published>2011-03-01T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T14:59:39.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionaire'/><title type='text'>questionaire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;10 friends you keep in touch with :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Boyfie&lt;br /&gt;2. Azza&lt;br /&gt;3. Nina&lt;br /&gt;4. Safinah&lt;br /&gt;5. N/A&lt;br /&gt;6. N/A&lt;br /&gt;7. N/A&lt;br /&gt;8. N/A&lt;br /&gt;9. N/A&lt;br /&gt;10. N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9 things you want to do before you die :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get married with the boyfie.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have boyfie's babies (after marriage!) that looks as adorable as he is. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a stable financial plan, for the kids' sake. &lt;br /&gt;4. Own a personalize library. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;5. Go on a yacht, weehuu.&lt;br /&gt;6. Be a better Ell, for my sake, for his sake, for our sake.&lt;br /&gt;7. Fulfill all of his remaining wishes.&lt;br /&gt;8. Just be known as myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 people you see a lot but don't say hi to :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Colleagues&lt;br /&gt;2. Strangers&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys&lt;br /&gt;4. Bitch&lt;br /&gt;5. Lecturers&lt;br /&gt;6. Classmates&lt;br /&gt;7. No idea.&lt;br /&gt;8. Effers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7  People you look up to/respect/admire :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Boyfie.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bestie.&lt;br /&gt;3. Vanessa Anne Hudgens.&lt;br /&gt;4. Emma Watson.&lt;br /&gt;5. N/A&lt;br /&gt;6. N/A&lt;br /&gt;7. N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 People you think are attractive but won't tell :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good one :D HAHA. Syafique is attractive. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5  People you think are interesting and want to know better :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vanessa Anne Hudgens.&lt;br /&gt;2. Emma Watson.&lt;br /&gt;3. N/A.&lt;br /&gt;4. N/A&lt;br /&gt;5. N/A &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4  People you've  kissed (NOT family) :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Boyfie :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Besties&lt;br /&gt;3. Johnny&lt;br /&gt;4. BOYFRIEND'S REQUEST = Exes -___-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3  People you are afraid of/intimidated by :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Syafique's Bitches&lt;br /&gt;2. John's Bitches&lt;br /&gt;3. Edd's Bitches&lt;br /&gt;Nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 Things  that make you really happy :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spending time with the boyfie.&lt;br /&gt;2. A good book :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you going make changes in your life to be happier?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-3920455660639832858?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/3920455660639832858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=3920455660639832858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3920455660639832858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3920455660639832858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2011/03/questionaire.html' title='questionaire...'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-1769598564884816109</id><published>2011-03-01T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T14:56:25.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here's a toast, for the ups and downs, and everything in between.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Geez. Nine months. Nine whole months of devoting myself to him. :) Grateful. Truly grateful. I can never gratify how awesome it feels like, to be love by you. So thank you, thanks a bunch, Darlingg for you are my dream that came true. :')&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-1769598564884816109?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/1769598564884816109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=1769598564884816109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1769598564884816109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1769598564884816109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2011/03/heres-toast-for-ups-and-downs-and.html' title='here&apos;s a toast, for the ups and downs, and everything in between.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-7437119033020842730</id><published>2011-02-09T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:31:50.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Eighteen Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-7437119033020842730?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/7437119033020842730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=7437119033020842730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7437119033020842730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7437119033020842730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-you.html' title='i love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-6878314780665643766</id><published>2011-01-09T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:18:00.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Seventeen Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-6878314780665643766?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/6878314780665643766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=6878314780665643766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/6878314780665643766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/6878314780665643766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-you.html' title='i love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Yeah, its been a while. Too long since I last wrote anything, except for my auto-anniversary-posts. Can you believe it? 1 year 4 months and still counting. :D I love you Syafique. Notice the header? My eyes in this shot were ridiculously weird so I decided to cover them up. But hey, look at the hottie next to me. Isn't he hawt? Aaaauuuwww~ He is hot. AND he is always going "I'm not good looking" bullshit. Sweetheart, you are hawt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That shot was taken on our anniversary, at the KLIMS '10. It was awesome. We had several anniversary&amp;nbsp;souvenirs. Like, we paid 25 for two shots with Bumblebee from Transformers. I am not into the movies, but I was so into the animated series way back when I was a little brat (which I still am.) But, its off limits to thy readers, sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIHVm2aNvTw/TQsOox6ptGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZlIJw34wwhE/s1600/DSCN3616a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIHVm2aNvTw/TQsOox6ptGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZlIJw34wwhE/s400/DSCN3616a.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See? Syafique with Hang Lekir and Proton model. Susah payah tauk nak kasi model tu out of the picture, tapi dia pose jugak. Hish. -__-' Bantai ajelah. Nasib baik jauh. :D Ghehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, moving on. Results! My results were okay. Average, as always. Haih. I am such an average girl. I wanna be better. I am suppose to. For myself, and family, and my own in the future. *Wink wink*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few weeks ago, Momma treated me and my sibs to Rapunzel Tangled Tale, or I think it was the title. So anyway, it was so beautiful, and since Rapunzel was never a Disney Princess, this movie really put her in the zone. The songs was tearful, and Pascal, her baby chameleon is uber cutie~ But my Syafique tops eveything. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remembered, I was talking to Syafique one time, while watching tv shows. This was more or less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ell : Sayang, rata-rata orang nama Lisa mesti muka tahpape kan. Tak lawa sangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Syafiq : Ha'ah. Muka biasa-biasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ell : Macam dalam ANTM dulu, ada sorang tu nama Lisa, tak lawa sangat. Kenapa eh. Hish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Syafiq : Tapi ada la sorang nama Lisa cantik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ell : Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Syafiq : Elisa Aiza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ell : *Blush* Tahpape la kan. Saje la tu nak buat orang perasan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Awwwww. You are too sweet. Sorry lahh, I only wanna talk about this man, and nothing else that matters more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-2465886333331742322?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/2465886333331742322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=2465886333331742322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2465886333331742322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sixteen Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-5250401343370132047?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/5250401343370132047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=5250401343370132047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/5250401343370132047'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-you.html' title='i love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-4414717768376902772</id><published>2010-10-09T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T18:18:00.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Fourteen Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-244814386372888049</id><published>2010-09-09T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:18:00.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Thirteen Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-244814386372888049?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-8981492589678470123</id><published>2010-08-31T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T12:30:25.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun facts'/><title type='text'>material safety data sheet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substance:  Woman &lt;br /&gt;Chemical system: Wo &lt;br /&gt;manufacturer:  God &lt;br /&gt;Typical size:  Average weight 115 lbs; specimens can vary from 90-200 lbs. &lt;br /&gt;Occurrence:  large quantities found in urban areas and shopping malls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICAL PROPERTIES: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Surface tension – soft and warm. &lt;br /&gt;2. Exposed surfaces usually cosmetically enhanced. &lt;br /&gt;3. Boils at nothing. &lt;br /&gt;4. Freezes without reason. &lt;br /&gt;5. Melts with special reason. &lt;br /&gt;6. Flavor initially sweet, becomes bitter if used incorrectly. &lt;br /&gt;7. Found in various states of purity from virgin metal to common ore. &lt;br /&gt;8. Yields to pressure if applied to specific points. &lt;br /&gt;9. Sometimes enlarges alarmingly with age. &lt;br /&gt;10. Even brief linking with male substance can cause substance to reproduce with marked physical and mental changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEMICAL PROPERTIES: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Has affinity for gold, silver and precious stones. &lt;br /&gt;2. Absorbs great quantities of expensive substances. &lt;br /&gt;3. Highly volatile for reasons not clearly understood. &lt;br /&gt;4. Verbal activity greatly increased by alcohol saturation. &lt;br /&gt;5. Most powerful money-reducing agent known.  (See HAZARDS #3). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMON USES: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Highly ornamental. &lt;br /&gt;2. Relatively brief exposure can be a great aid to relaxation. &lt;br /&gt;3. Pleasurable companion until legally owned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUBSTANCE VERIFICATION: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pure specimen turns bright pink when observed in natural state. &lt;br /&gt;2. Turns green when compared to better specimen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAZARDS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. May explode spontaneously without cause. &lt;br /&gt;2. Illegal to possess more than one specimen at a time. &lt;br /&gt;3. Avoid specimen contact with plastic credit cards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-8981492589678470123?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/8981492589678470123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=8981492589678470123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8981492589678470123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8981492589678470123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/08/material-safety-data-sheet.html' title='material safety data sheet.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-716831082500332750</id><published>2010-08-31T00:34:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:16:31.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>posto merdeka.</title><content type='html'>&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Lis.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;t&gt;OK.  Kalau kira-kira logika, memang Lis ni ada pada nama aku. Cumanya,  memang tak pernah la orang panggil aku Lis. Geli kauu. Lis, macam nama  minah-minah je weh. Tak kuasa aku. Sahabat handai pun takda nya panggil  aku Lis. Paling koman pun, diorang panggil aku Elisa, nama formaliti aku.  Nak informal sikit, Lisa je cukup la. Nak &amp;lt;s&amp;gt;mengada&amp;lt;/s&amp;gt; comel sikit, ada  panggil aku El. Takpun nama kedua aku, Cha. Tapi tak pernah pulak la aku  digelar Lis.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;Nak dipanjang cerita, aku tadi tergelak ketawa muahahaha  muahahaha dengan pencuri hati aku, Syafiq tu. Ada pulak babihutan mana  aku tak kenal misscall aku. Menurut perintah pencuri hati aku, disuruh  tanya siapa gerangan menjatuh mood. Sekali babihutan tu hantar SMS  panjang berjela kat aku, siap panggil aku Lis, cakap dia band apeke  benda la aku pun tak amek tau benda-benda cenggini ni.. Tahu perasaan  bengang + dituduh bagai? Memang kalau aku jumpa sibabihutan ni, aku sepak kau,  biar kau mampus. Perosak kemanan. Teroris bak kata omputeh. Dan orang lain, jangan gedik panggil aku Lis. Paham istilah geli?&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;Dah alang-alang aku mood amarah ni, ada lagi satu benda  aku bengang. Bengang dengan mereka mereka (tertakluk kepada wanita  sahaja) yang menegur sapa pencuri hati aku dan buat aku kat sebelah yang bertenggek tak melepasn menghempit  macam patung. Helo? Buta apa? Nampak tak pompuan berstatus awek dia  sebelah mamat korang tegor ni? Kau nampak? Kau senyum kat aku skali la. Kau  jangan tegor laki aku je. PEROSAK KEAMANAN AKU. Nanti yang jadi mangsa, pencuri hati aku la. Mula aku beremosi dingin. Bengang betul aku. Contohhilaaahhh sahabat handai beliau, dorang takde la buat aku macam angin. Ingat aku dok seblah, senyap macam batu tu takda rasa apa la? Baguss.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;Dah la. Mood aku tak baik. Aku taip bahasa jiwa bangsa  kasi feel melayu sikit. Alang-alang nak sambut Merdeka ni, aku belasah  je. Dulu SPM aku dapat C je. Tak hebatt. Ala kadar cukup makan. Memang  aku lemah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;Tapi macam dah salah pulak niat aku.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;Selamat Menyambut Kemerdekaan ke 53.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;PS : Aku ELISA AIZA.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-716831082500332750?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/716831082500332750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=716831082500332750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/716831082500332750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/716831082500332750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/08/posto-merdeka.html' title='posto merdeka.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-8472172893916218883</id><published>2010-08-11T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:05:55.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY RAMADHAN AL-MUBARAK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-8472172893916218883?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/8472172893916218883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=8472172893916218883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8472172893916218883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8472172893916218883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-ramadhan-al-mubarak.html' title=''/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-1638243035635210788</id><published>2010-08-10T13:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:54:02.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elisa aiza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>that's not muh name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;No more. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;No more&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. No more.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ED / EDD / EDDY / EDDIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;JO / JOHN / JOHNNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AhPEcK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*scratch 'em!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just plain same ol same ol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MUHAMMAD NORSYAFIQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a.k.a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SYAFIQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ELISA AIZA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-1638243035635210788?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/1638243035635210788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=1638243035635210788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1638243035635210788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1638243035635210788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/08/thats-not-muh-name.html' title='that&apos;s not muh name.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-2547433173855191604</id><published>2010-08-09T18:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T21:38:49.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Twelve Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-2547433173855191604?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/2547433173855191604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=2547433173855191604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2547433173855191604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2547433173855191604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-you.html' title='i love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-1198912599959944336</id><published>2010-08-05T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:33:05.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elisa aiza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>but there's a change that has come over me, so before you go, listen to my last plea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! :) Miss me? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been busy running here and there, faithfully accompanied by the Boyfriend. Heee. Yes, he is my I'll-stand-by-you partner. OH how I love thee. Guess what? We are reaching our 1 year anniversary! :) Woot woot. OH, I am so happy, I tell you. I am blessed, I am loved, I am in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the result of being too happy, my weight is also being "happy" and starts to gain itself more and more each day. Ughhh. I'm telling you, I am no longer in my safe zone but I still wanna eat all these delicious food lying all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am bored, I wanna eat. When I am happy, I wanna eat. When I am devastated, I wanna eat. Especially when I am furious, I would love to munch something to ease the moods. Jeez. Fatso me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to lose weight but failing. Boyfriend told me my determination is really not satisfying like it was. He told me, last year, I was determined to lose weight and I did within a week had some changes on my body. HEY, where is that passion to lose weight gone to? Tension bangat dehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaaah, not much to talk about. Heeee. I am so looking forward for our Anniversary! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-1198912599959944336?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/1198912599959944336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=1198912599959944336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1198912599959944336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1198912599959944336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/08/but-theres-change-that-has-come-over-me.html' title='but there&apos;s a change that has come over me, so before you go, listen to my last plea.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-7455687234953765329</id><published>2010-07-18T07:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:28:39.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionaire'/><title type='text'>$54.50. bullshit.</title><content type='html'>Add up the things you’ve done and the total will be your title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. had sex: $10.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. smoked: $3.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. got like truly really drunk: $7.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. went skinny dipping: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. kissed someone of the opposite sex: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. kissed someone of the same sex: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. cheated on a test: $2.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. fell asleep in class $0.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. been expelled: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. been in a fist fight: $10.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. given oral: $10.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. got oral: $10.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. prank called the cops: $3.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. stole something: $2.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. done drugs: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. dyed your hair: $0.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. done something with someone older (like a few years): $3.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. went out with someone over 18 (if you’re under 18): $4.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. ate a whole thing of oreos: $0.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. cried yourself to sleep: $1.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. said you love someone but didnt mean it: $1.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. been in love: $4.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. got caught doing something that you shouldn’t have been doing: $1.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. went streaking: $4.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. got arrested: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. made out with someone: $2.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. peed in the pool: $0.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. played spin the bottle: $1.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. done something you regret:$3.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-7455687234953765329?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/7455687234953765329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=2553487883938609889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2553487883938609889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2553487883938609889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-you.html' title='i love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-5038219799564175151</id><published>2010-07-06T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:03:25.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture perfect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>my superhero in need.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TDM23QJfGiI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/4RD6g273OKo/s1600/DSC02291.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TDM23QJfGiI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/4RD6g273OKo/s320/DSC02291.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;for keepsake.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;That's my HERO over there.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-5038219799564175151?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/5038219799564175151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=5038219799564175151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-6471385181445738796</id><published>2010-07-01T00:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:00:05.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azalina suzianti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Mademoiselle Azalina Suzianti ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TCoJ9sUvOiI/AAAAAAAAA8U/1lhdeogQ9Iw/s1600/hy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TCoJ9sUvOiI/AAAAAAAAA8U/1lhdeogQ9Iw/s400/hy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;gambar comel nak mampus :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Teman sejati hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teman pemberi bahu untuk disandar dan menangis, tanpa kata-kata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teman ketawa, hilai tawa bagai orang gila, lupa dunia, lupa sengsara, lupa mereka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hanya berdua dengan 1001 kisah kita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teman penyimpan rahsia, segala rahsia di dalam hati dibongkar bersama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak pandai pula nak buat bahasa puitis, tak pandai nak describe seseorang macam ni. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Babe, you're my heart's company.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We were teenagers back when we first met, 16 years old as I recall.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now, we are turning 20 years old. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We had almost everything in common. You name it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rumah sukan? Sama-sama rumah Kuning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Family? Sama-sama anak sulung perempuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kita sama-sama Kidal, kita sama-sama Cancerian. *Sep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bangga tauu, jumpa sahabat yang serupa diri kita sendiri. Tak semua orang bertuah macam ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masa tu, semua orang pun perasan, di mana ada Aza situ ada Lisa dekat sebelah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kita belangkas, tak sah kalau tak bersama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau seorang tak datang, yang lagi seorang mesti jadi mangsa soalan bertubi-tubi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kelas Chemistry, kita lab partners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Geng ponteng kelas, balik-balik, muka ni juga la kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tuisyen Kasturi kat Kelana Jaya tu, sama-sama juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lari-lari macam orang gila kat LRT Kelana Jaya. HAHA. Itu la paling lawak. Takpe, takpe, rahsia kan :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ingat tak kita makan Marco's Pizza, Mushroom Soup dia tak sedap langsung, tapi Chef tu tengok-tengok, kita pun buat-buat suka, tapi tak habis pun. LOL. Dah la tamak kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First time pergi KL Sentral pun dengan muka ni juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ingat lagi MP3 Sony yang kita beli sama-sama tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lisa Pink, Aza Baby Blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bawa pergi sekolah, semua orang pinjam. Sorok dalam baju sekolah kan. *Giggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa yang berbeza? Ketinggian, and tona kulit lah. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Four years later, we are still together, as strong as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never stopped loving you, because you are forever my girl best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are too much memories of us, and yes babe, we will build more of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life may have its own mysteries for us, but we will go through, together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 20th Birthday ; Nur Azalina Suzianti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have a blasting birthday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God bless you Sweetheart. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-6471385181445738796?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/6471385181445738796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=6471385181445738796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/6471385181445738796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/6471385181445738796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/07/mademoiselle-azalina-suzianti.html' title='Mademoiselle Azalina Suzianti &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TCoJ9sUvOiI/AAAAAAAAA8U/1lhdeogQ9Iw/s72-c/hy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-8070448749115071476</id><published>2010-06-29T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:17:22.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>a desperate wish. ignore, or not to ignore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Oh please please please please with cherry on top of sundae, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FLY FM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme those 4 tickets to Twilight Saga back-to-back movies "Slumber Party", that is held on MY birthday! PLEASE! :( Siapa nak tolong menangkan tiket-tiket tuu? :( &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Saya desperate gila ni.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *Screams! Its gonna be a &lt;b&gt;triple treat&lt;/b&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;a) My 20th birthday. (Boo!)&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;b) Our 11th anniversary. (Yayyy!!)&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;c) Twilight Saga, back-to-back. My boyfriend and I are Twi-hard fans!&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;(He is my Edward Cullen, I am his Isabella Swan.)&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Shit. I sound like a desperate bitch, with the glam fact that I AM. Aaaaaagh. Nak nak nakk. :(&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;PS : Sorry. Ingin sesuatu yang berbeza untuk hari yang istimewa. Tsk tsk.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;PSS : Dapat makan Durian ; the King of fruits pun jadi lah.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-8070448749115071476?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/8070448749115071476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=8070448749115071476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8070448749115071476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8070448749115071476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/06/desperate-wish-ignore-or-not-to-ignore.html' title='a desperate wish. ignore, or not to ignore.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-7944243986397843222</id><published>2010-06-23T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T19:04:28.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little less here, a little more there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Will not update here as much anymore. I have a brand new demanding life, that specifically revolves around the Boyfriend. More updates will be on my other blog ;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://heart-takerstory.tumblr.com/"&gt;Heart Taker Story&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : So long and goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PSS : I just am so into him, I am pretty much obsessed with the Lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-7944243986397843222?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/7944243986397843222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=7944243986397843222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7944243986397843222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7944243986397843222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-less-here-little-more-there.html' title='a little less here, a little more there.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-7639916420191009978</id><published>2010-06-22T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:30:30.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop right now, thank you very much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;T&lt;/t&gt;his few days have been quite a chaos for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Thursday.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Head up to college with the Boyfriend. Had the most joyful day, to date. Got free basic driving class from the lover. (Yes, I am that lame~) Grandparents, &lt;b&gt;Tok&lt;/b&gt; (my grandma) and &lt;b&gt;Wan&lt;/b&gt; (my grandpa) visited and spent the night. I figured that it was them when they trailed my super slowmo driving class back home. Aaaah, shame on me.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Friday.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tok&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Wan&lt;/b&gt; left for &lt;b&gt;Chik&lt;/b&gt;'s house, &lt;b&gt;Momma&lt;/b&gt;'s baby sister and spent their night there. Oh, and we (my sisters and I) received early Eid's accessories that &lt;b&gt;Tok&lt;/b&gt; bought for us when they went for Umrah few weeks ago. I got a small handbag/big pouch in black which is hot, a white silvery-princess-like hair band which is hot and a shiny bracelet with shiny stones on it. Yayyy. I love them. My sisters got something similar, except their pouches are smaller and kiddy-like and got beads bracelet instead, and their hair band are not silver color like mine. Wee~ All cousins (girls) got the same stuffs too, different colors laaah. &lt;b&gt;Tok&lt;/b&gt; always bought us accessories when she went for Umrah. :) So, not much of work on Friday.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt; &lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Saturday.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;By midnight &lt;b&gt;Momma&lt;/b&gt;'s only brother, &lt;b&gt;Pak Lang&lt;/b&gt; with his wife, &lt;b&gt;Chu Chik&lt;/b&gt; and kids, &lt;b&gt;Farah&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Adam&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Mikhael&lt;/b&gt; arrived. Everyone pretty much slept after 5 in the morning, because &lt;b&gt;Mikhael&lt;/b&gt; vomited several times due to excessive junk food intake. Heee. Pity him. &lt;b&gt;Pak Lang&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Chu Chik&lt;/b&gt; brought him to see a doctor, I am not sure where. We all slept like pigs after that. LOL.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Sunday. &lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;I woke up by 9. So much of an early riser, eh? Cleaned and helped Momma cooked. Everyone else pretty much wakes up after 11. Heeeee. By noon, it was so chaotic, I am sure if I sneaked out, no one would even bother. :P Anyway, the adults called Achu, the baby aunt, but she won't came here. Hmmmmm. By 3 pm, &lt;b&gt;Tok&lt;/b&gt; and&lt;b&gt; Wan&lt;/b&gt; came to our place with &lt;b&gt;Chik&lt;/b&gt; and her three kids, &lt;b&gt;Aidil&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Ai Chang&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Baby&lt;/b&gt;. We all love Baby, because she is currently the baby of the family. Her husband, Pak Chik takda, working on a Saturday. :( So, count on then, a lot of people were there. Later that evening, &lt;b&gt;Pak Lang&lt;/b&gt; sent &lt;b&gt;Chik &lt;/b&gt;home while &lt;b&gt;Tok&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Wan&lt;/b&gt; spent the night at our place.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Monday.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;My sisters went to school accordingly,&lt;b&gt; Tok&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Wan&lt;/b&gt; left for Baling, and the cousins skipped school. Pak Lang gave me a free cooking class, Gulai Utagha. :P Around 3,&lt;b&gt; Pak Lang&lt;/b&gt; took us to Concorde where &lt;b&gt;Chu Chik&lt;/b&gt; is doing some training for work and we, the third generation enjoyed the swimming pool. Here is the funny part! But I am too lazy to tell everything. The summary, a bunch of foreigners who seems like they have never seen a swimming pool before went oohh and aaah when us kids swam around and tried to copied us. Heeeeeeee. Seriously, we could not stop laughing when all 13 adults were fascinated by our basic swimming skills. It was hilarious. :) Pak Lang amused us when he did Headstand, and swam backwards, because they tried it too. LOL.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt; &lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;So, its Tuesday now. TODAY! We're going to Concorde again after lunch.. Pak Lang is cooking in the kitchen. :P Hee. He's a great cook, like my own Abah. :)&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Waaaaah. Busy much. :D&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-7639916420191009978?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/7639916420191009978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=7639916420191009978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7639916420191009978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7639916420191009978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/06/stop-right-now-thank-you-very-much.html' title='stop right now, thank you very much.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-1025143878308974159</id><published>2010-06-11T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:07:20.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>creepy stalker alert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;t&gt;AND I am freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really scares me, and it pisses my boyfriend off.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;Geee, what a major loser! Get a life, please. We have no relationship at all! We have never been in one. You are just too dreamy, too hopeful, its disgusting. You are one pathetic person. Stop doing what you do, because it i annoying. Have respect. Don't waste your life and pathetically hope things go your way. REALITY CHECK! The world does not revolve around you. Things don't just go your way? Well, boohoo. Too bad. Stop being such a loser. GET A MEANINGFUL LIFE.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaa, Sayang, Baby betul betul takut. :(&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;PS: Stalker, kau takde pemikiran yang waras ke? Jangan ganggu hidup aku yang serba lengkap boleh? Kau stalk orang lain, yang lagi tujuh belas tu boleh? Aku tak suka kau anggap aku ada hubungan yang tak pernah 'declare'. AND tolonglah, stop STEALING our photos. Pathetic gila tau.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-1025143878308974159?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/1025143878308974159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=1025143878308974159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1025143878308974159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1025143878308974159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/06/creepy-stalker-alert.html' title='creepy stalker alert.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-2811896201730787149</id><published>2010-06-11T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:15:04.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture perfect'/><title type='text'>america's next top model le cycle 13 .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;To be honest, I am addicted to ANTM since the third season. :P I think the show was awesome. Watching those pretty models do the runway walk, taking editorial photos. Geee, and I love Tyra Banks. She is awesome. Then after season 9 I think, I stopped watching cause I did not have much time. The other day, I was watching TV and the ad for ANTM Cycle 13 was up. Guess what? Its for petite girls (like me! :P) I mean, below 5'7 like all those lean tall models. I believe I am just around 5'1 or 5'2. Yes, that short. Boohoo. So, watching cycle 13 really is, GRREEEEAAAT. All the girls were short, and small. :) Yayyy! I love Cycle 13. The first episode, they had to re-create their baby pictures, and I totally love Nicole! She's freaky quiet and acted dumb, but she was awesome. I spoiled myself by going up to ANTM website. *Sobs. I am soooo looking forward to more Cycle 13 episodes. Go petite girls!&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bytheway, it is darn hard to get past the log in page to check the  results. Look what they gave me for refreshing millions of times. Pfft.  Darn youuu.&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TBH9yrqKhMI/AAAAAAAAA8I/NZ0gTsWRxLI/s1600/FireShot+capture+%23081+-+%27Loginfail+_+Gerbang+Maklumat+Pelajar,+UiTM%27+-+istudent_uitm_edu_my_stp_NewLogin_errmsg_asp_act=unProc.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TBH9yrqKhMI/AAAAAAAAA8I/NZ0gTsWRxLI/s400/FireShot+capture+%23081+-+%27Loginfail+_+Gerbang+Maklumat+Pelajar,+UiTM%27+-+istudent_uitm_edu_my_stp_NewLogin_errmsg_asp_act=unProc.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TBH9yrqKhMI/AAAAAAAAA8I/NZ0gTsWRxLI/s1600/FireShot+capture+%23081+-+%27Loginfail+_+Gerbang+Maklumat+Pelajar,+UiTM%27+-+istudent_uitm_edu_my_stp_NewLogin_errmsg_asp_act=unProc.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-2811896201730787149?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/2811896201730787149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=2811896201730787149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2811896201730787149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2811896201730787149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/06/americas-next-top-model-le-cycle-13.html' title='america&apos;s next top model le cycle 13 .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TBH9yrqKhMI/AAAAAAAAA8I/NZ0gTsWRxLI/s72-c/FireShot+capture+%23081+-+%27Loginfail+_+Gerbang+Maklumat+Pelajar,+UiTM%27+-+istudent_uitm_edu_my_stp_NewLogin_errmsg_asp_act=unProc.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-4521956416389879054</id><published>2010-06-09T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:42:18.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ten Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-4521956416389879054?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/4521956416389879054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=4521956416389879054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/4521956416389879054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/4521956416389879054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-you.html' title='i love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-3037114689871413286</id><published>2010-06-04T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:24:53.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>the answer is really right there .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember that one particular post where I rambled to myself? Ok, I practically rambled to myself all the time. I am talking about this particular post ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-corrupt-me-and-us-goodbye-you.html"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;you corrupt me, and us. goodbye you . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, that one. I think I know the answer. I mean, who am I kidding? I already know the answer from the very beginning. There is no waaaaay he would pick me over his super duper best-of-the-best number one BFF. Seriously. No kidding. I mean, of all the things he would do for her, and all the things he won't for me. Its pretty much points out who get more attention. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind boggling eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OH yeah, the other day, he got this text from a number he won't pass to me that sounds like this ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Hi edd its me, hw r u? Natalie want u to knoe that  she’ll be going to s’wak this comin’ friday,stayin there fr 2weeks wth  her parents. Jus want 2 let u knoe, natalie said she can’t reach u.  Busiest  beshfren. yaww~ that’s what she said. Flight at 8pm. If wanna  go wth us, jus call me kay. :* nite…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my boyfriend don't wanna tell me who she was, I already know. Piece of cake. I'm not stupid. I have girlfriend-instincts and I know who to hate, and apparently, my hate choice is ALWAYS right, especially when I made a choice, then finding the evidence in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Its Bitchkien.&lt;br /&gt;PSS : Emotional.&lt;br /&gt;PSSS : I hate sharing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-3037114689871413286?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/3037114689871413286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=3037114689871413286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3037114689871413286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3037114689871413286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/06/answer-is-really-right-there.html' title='the answer is really right there .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-3081826890310466021</id><published>2010-06-04T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:15:09.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture perfect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>boyfriend alert .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TAiV23uVAbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/rxov2UX4D9Y/s1600/DSC02264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TAiV23uVAbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/rxov2UX4D9Y/s320/DSC02264.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;Ok. I know I looked a little bit weeee weird here, but I really love this one. :) I have no idea why my pout looks like that, but look! he pouted like me, I mean, basically, we had the same look for this shot without any planning. Awww~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;Saya manja dengan Boyfriend saya. :) Tengok la, saya duduk atas peha dia. Comel tak sama-sama biru? :P&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt; I love it when we wear the same colored outfit.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;I love you, Boyfriend.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;PS : Wish for us. Pray for us.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;PSS : And you people, unwanted people, move away. He's mine.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-3081826890310466021?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/3081826890310466021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=3081826890310466021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3081826890310466021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3081826890310466021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/06/boyfriend-alert.html' title='boyfriend alert .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TAiV23uVAbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/rxov2UX4D9Y/s72-c/DSC02264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-2248292971065661595</id><published>2010-06-02T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:04:39.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mercy .</title><content type='html'>&lt;t&gt;Remember that Mercy episode I told you about? I watched another Mercy episode just few minutes ago. It started with a patient name Bill that is in a coma for 10 years, and suddenly wakes up, miraculously. Everyone freaked out. Yadayadayada. Never mind Bill. I wanted to talk about that newlyweds, where the bride had cancer and had operation to remove the ovarian cancer she had. She lived through it. I was like, yayy, this is so going in my blog. I'm so happy. But she does seem weak, pale. Her doctor told her she needs to go through chemo and sorts. The next day, her nurse were talking with her when she suddenly coughed out blood. They had to put her in coma. She made her nurse promised her to not let her husband see her with machines, and she went to coma. Her husband came in an hour later, but was not allowed to see her. Later, she was dying and her nurse called him. He sat there, held her hand in his, until the last moment of her life. He cried and cried to her lifeless body, made me cry too. :( Even her nurse cried, and trembled when she had to turn the machines off. :( Later, the nurse passed a letter to the husband, that sounded almost like this ;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;My love,&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;Being married for you even for 3 days has been the highest point of my life. It is perfect because of you. Please get a dog now because I didn't let you before. And please be happy.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;PS : Saaaad.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-2248292971065661595?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/2248292971065661595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=2248292971065661595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2248292971065661595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2248292971065661595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/06/mercy.html' title='mercy .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-5916701856215747751</id><published>2010-05-26T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:42:27.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisa says'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;'So what? He thinks I'm no good, accused me on everything I never think of doing, and never ever ever never ever apologizes? So what? As long as I love him, I don't give a damn and nothing else matters. Who gives a fuck? Bring it on.'&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-5916701856215747751?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/5916701856215747751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=5916701856215747751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/5916701856215747751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/5916701856215747751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-what-he-thinks-im-no-good-accused-me.html' title=''/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-2100644787260311548</id><published>2010-05-26T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:14:41.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badly needing .</title><content type='html'>&lt;t&gt;I badly need a break, from everything.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;I want to just rest, hibernate, sleep and not think about anything especially right now. Seriously. Probably like, a coma would help. I know, none of the problems will go away but at least, it would give me a peace of mind. Everything is so messed up. I can't tell anyone, I can't do anything about it. I just have to face it. Alone. Everything just keeps making things harder to me. E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;So, anyone wanna gimme a break? Rehab sounds good. Bye.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;PS : Emotionally unavailable.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-2100644787260311548?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/2100644787260311548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=2100644787260311548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2100644787260311548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2100644787260311548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/badly-needing.html' title='badly needing .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-3088821068940251434</id><published>2010-05-26T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:00:37.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mercy .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;I'm watching one episode from Mercy, and somehow this episode makes me really really sad. I'm sobbing to myself. :( There are three different stories, but only one touched the deepest of my heart. A couple was preparing to get married when the bride-to-be was hospitalized. She was so into the marriage that she still make arrangements for songs, wedding gown, suit for the wedding from her bed. It was sweet, showing how important the wedding is to her. Then, her doctor came for regular check-up and the groom-to-be said its time to get serious. She get back to bed, the doctor told them her conditions etc etc. Then, the doctor abruptly asked about her stomach. He checked on her, and pressed on the right side of her stomach. She made a ouch-that-hurts face and the doctor said they need to do some tests. So they did. And they found tumor in her ovary. Her nurse was really attached to her, she was with her all the time. She was her only patient. The lady lost hope. She didn't wanna get married. Everything was over. Her oxygen level was low, making it high risks for her operation. Her groom-to-be then just said 'Lets get married, right now.' So they did, in that very hospital. They had cakes, everything was perfect. The husband stayed up with her all night, during their first night of newlyweds, probably the last. The just hugged, and stayed until her nurse came and told them 'It is time.' She had to take off her ring, the husband had to watch the nurse prepare her. :( Its sooooo sad seeing them like that I cried. OHHH, boohoo.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;And&amp;nbsp; I have no idea what happen next, cause the episode ended.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;PS : Sensitive.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-3088821068940251434?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/3088821068940251434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=3088821068940251434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3088821068940251434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3088821068940251434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/mercy.html' title='mercy .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-7765450723312886338</id><published>2010-05-24T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:38:11.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun facts'/><title type='text'>oh fuck. what else? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fuck is perhaps one of the most interesting and exciting words in the English language. Fuck is the one magical word which just by its sound can describe pleasure, pain, hate, and love. Fuck comes from the German word, "frikon".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In language, "fuck" falls into many grammatical categories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* A verb ; both transitive (he fucked her) and intransitive (she was fucked by him).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* An active verb (he really gives a fuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* A passive verb (she really doesn't give a fuck)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* An adverb (she is fucking interested in him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* A noun (she is a fine fuck)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* An adjective (she is fucking beautiful). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you can see there is a whole lot of real versatility with "fuck". It pops up everywhere. Besides its sexual connotation, this lovely word can be used to describe many situations :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Greetings - How the fuck are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Fraud - I got fucked by that crook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Dismay - Oh, fuck it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Trouble - I'm fucked now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Confusion - What the fuck?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Aggression - Fuck you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Disgust - Fuck me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Despair - Fucked again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Philosophy - Who gives a fuck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Incompetence - He's a real fuck-off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Displeasure - What the fuck is going on here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Numerology - Sixty-fuckin'-nine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Lost - Where the fuck are we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Disbelief - Un-fuckin-believable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Retaliation - Up your fucking ass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Rebellion - Fuck it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Satisfaction - Fuck me again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also as :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Descriptive anatomy - He's a fuckin' asshole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* To tell time - It's six-fucking-thirty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Prediction - Well, I'll be fucked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* A political statement - Fuck Washington.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Incestuous&amp;nbsp; - Motherfucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* A put down - Fuck off, buster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* All encompassing - Fuck 'em all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Governmental affair - Fuck the IRS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* A poker hand - A royal fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* To start a relationship - Let's fuck now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* As an acceptance - Fuckin' eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Enjoyment - Fuckin' wow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* A closing - Fuckingly yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Maternal - Motherfucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Political - Fuck Clinton! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The mind fairly boggles at the many creative uses of the many creative uses of the word. How can anyone be offended when you say "FUCK"? Use fuck in your daily speech proudly. Fuck adds prestige to any conversextion. Put this colorful four letter word to work for you. Today tell someone you know "fuck you" ... or "Let's fuck!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a disclaimer. Please don't e-mail me and tell me that Fuck is not a German word. I fucking already know that. This is a joke, it is something to be laughed and enjoyed, I hope. By the way, I also know that the first part is not really correct either. If you want to bitch about this post, fuck you and go to alt.bitch.about.anything and complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHA. Very funny. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-7765450723312886338?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/7765450723312886338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=7765450723312886338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7765450723312886338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7765450723312886338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-fuck-what-else.html' title='oh fuck. what else? :)'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-3147338923790682295</id><published>2010-05-23T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T06:41:35.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>you corrupt me, and us. goodbye you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;So, they fought, again. I'm not sure how it resolved though. It lasted few days, made me and my siblings moaned of boredom. The same things, the same issues. We're not the savers type. We sat and listen and talk to each other. At least that's the best we could do. Stick with each other.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;I can't story-tell everything to my boyfriend. I mean, he's so busy nowadays. He has got a lot on his mind. His studies, his super duper best-of-the-best number one BFF and so much more. I'm pretty sure I am the last one on his priority list but that's much better than to not be on the list at all, right? I mean, he is now taking a short semester course. Tough paper. Quiz on Monday. His BFF is gonna fly away soon. I think I probably should give them some quality time right? Berjejak kasih~ She's so important to him that he would do literally everything for her. So, who's the priority now? Me, or her? Yeah, I should stop, its his BFF for god sake. He could die without her, like I would without him.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;I remembered my boyfriend told me that she would be flying away around my birthday. One thoughtful question though, who would he picked to be with that day? Mind you, my birthday would mark the eleventh month of our relationship. She's his super duper best-of-the-best number one BFF and I am his girlfriend. So, who would he pick? I'll get back to you when the time comes. Just hold on to your seat belts people! &lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Oh crap. What ever in the world am I rambling about? &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; I really wanna talk out loud with someone. Does anyone wants to fill in the application to be 'the faithful listener' to 'the good listener'? But then, who is a listener to talk? Listeners should listen, not ramble. Listeners should listen, nod or shake their head appropriately, give plentiful opinions. Listeners don't talk, they listen.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Its mind-boggling, thinking no one could ever be a better listener for the listener itself. (I know, it doesn't make sense that way. Who cares?)&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Jeez. I better stop all these nonsense. Like really stop. Now.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Bye.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;PS : Inside, I'm glad you won't be around soon. I'm starting to dislike how your presence is starting to corrupt my life, just like your little friends. Adios, chica.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-3147338923790682295?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/3147338923790682295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=3147338923790682295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3147338923790682295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3147338923790682295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-corrupt-me-and-us-goodbye-you.html' title='you corrupt me, and us. goodbye you.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-7572755716100243324</id><published>2010-05-21T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:43:20.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionaire'/><title type='text'>you're gonna make it through this .</title><content type='html'>1. Have you ever been searched by the cops?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you close your eyes on roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure. I'll get back when I actually ride one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When’s the last time you’ve been sledding?&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?&lt;br /&gt;Well usually  I’d prefer sleeping alone but sometimes I like sleeping with Syafique :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you consider yourself creative?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? I don't even know about the case until I watched the Kardashians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely Angelina Jolie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you stay friends with your ex’s?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What’s your favorite commercial?&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite think of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What are you allergic to?&lt;br /&gt;Bitches. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you’re driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around do you run red lights?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t drive but if I did then no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you?&lt;br /&gt;I believe everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t watch whatever sport that is. Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever been Ice Skating?&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How often do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Not too often unless it was really weird or unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Can you name 5 songs by The Beatles?&lt;br /&gt;Errr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What’s the one thing on your mind now?&lt;br /&gt;Syafique. 'Nuff said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you know who Ghetto-ass barbie is?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you always wear your seat belt?&lt;br /&gt;Only with the proper adults. I don't usually do seat belt with Syafique, it would be hard to reach and hug him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What cell service do you use?&lt;br /&gt;Hotlink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like Sushi?&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever narrowly avoided a fatal accident?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;Pajamas. :) Sometimes shorts and singlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Been caught stealing?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve stolen Syafique's heart. Guilty? Arrest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What shoe size do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Seven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you truly hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;I hate bitches. They give me rashes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Classic Rock or Rap?&lt;br /&gt;Neither. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. If you could sleep with one famous person, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Hudgens! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite Song?&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love with That's When I Love You for 10 months now, since Syafique gave it to me. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever sang in front of the mirror?&lt;br /&gt;I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What food do you find disgusting?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Did you ever play, “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours”?&lt;br /&gt;Ha! *Wink wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back?&lt;br /&gt;I believe so. Naaaaah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think so. I can barely stand up for myself. Blimey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever been punched in the face?&lt;br /&gt;No.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-7572755716100243324?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/7572755716100243324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=7572755716100243324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7572755716100243324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7572755716100243324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-gonna-make-it-through-this.html' title='you&apos;re gonna make it through this .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-7824381786936049186</id><published>2010-05-20T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:24:40.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of all those wishes , you are the most precious .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;*Jump of joy! Yayy! He called. He called. Boyfriend called! :D (Yeah, I'm a fucking happy retard right now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend called. I know, I've said that three times before, but he finally called. Gosh, I miss his voice. :( He's away, you see. AND I've been missing him all these days, because he's busy studying and we have little time to talk a lot like we use to. It is kind of weird that he's quite far, because I used to see him everyday, and I'm not seeing him everyday now. *Sigh. What am I rambling? &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;"Awak tau tak saya rindu awak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sort of put a grin on my face. Boyfriend, I miss you more! You're &lt;a href="http://heart-takerstory.tumblr.com/"&gt;Heart Taker Story&lt;/a&gt; is complete. (Click the link to check out OK!)&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Ok, Ok. Moving on. Since the Boyfriend is far, and I can't really talk, I've been talking to myself like a crazy brat. Yeahh, I have all the conversations up in my head. There are so many things that I wanna share, talk about. Some things I want people to take note of. Like my presence for instance. I went to the field at the corner of my house and screamed "I am HERE! I exist! Look at me, can't anyone see me? I am not invincible!" HAHA, ok, I made that up. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; I imagined it in my head. LOL. Seriously, I think my head just have everything. I wish I can just live in it, it is so much fun. Everyone just listens to everyone, no one is left out, no one is hurt.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Hmmmm. Oh, and what's with the Bieber Fever? Yucks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Lefty Baby.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-7824381786936049186?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/7824381786936049186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=7824381786936049186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7824381786936049186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7824381786936049186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-all-those-wishes-you-are-most.html' title='of all those wishes , you are the most precious .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-6039835979987036786</id><published>2010-05-19T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T17:11:34.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='han'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;t&gt;Han says ; &lt;/t&gt;babe, aku suka kawan dgn kau sebab kau seorang pendengar yang baik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hish. Touching sorang-sorang kat rumah when she said that. Geeeez. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-6039835979987036786?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/6039835979987036786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=6039835979987036786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/6039835979987036786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/6039835979987036786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/han-says-babe-aku-suka-kawan-dgn-kau.html' title=''/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-803722396567925991</id><published>2010-05-17T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T03:01:17.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>and i waited with hope that the phone will break the silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;I&lt;/t&gt; just can't believe it. My boyfriend is already there.Oh, boohoo. He's in UiTM Melaka, for intersession course. One whole month, away from him. To make things worse, he recently lost his phone, so he's using a non-built-in camera phone. No everyday-i-miss-you-pictures updates from him too! Lets add more to the heart-breaking-bucket shall we? He did not even bring his BigBoy (broadband's nickname LOL) for some 'reasons' only I know, so no Skype sessions for us, the whole month. We used to Skype on weekend nights, and that's like when we can't see each other for two days tops. Geez. I hope he's alright. And studies really really really well. His classes starts tomorrow, 3 hours a day if I'm not mistaken. I miss him already. I'm just use to him being close, as close as Seri Kembangan could possibly offer but that's pretty close to me. Oh well. Even if I joined the short course semester, I won't be getting anywhere around him. Its opened only for upper semester kids. (Ha, did I just say kids??) Even so, I'm staying at home, right where he want me. He made Johnny look out for me, and I'm grateful I have Johnny for company. I'll be waiting for you. Its just a matter of time when you'll be home right darling? And and, we'll talk more then. I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm building up Heart-Taker Story back because I deleted it few days ago. I'm building it back up 'coz my boyfriend loves it so much, he appreciates it. :) Your story darling, we'll come to life in a month. (More or less, since its gonna take me days finding back those pictures I stole online, hee hee.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, here I am, alone in my living room. *Sobs. I even cried to sleep when he called exactly at 1:30 am and said "Baby, they're here. We're leaving now. I'll update my whereabouts okay. I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much Boyfriend. We've never been this far more than two days, and you'll be there for at least one month. Gee, miss me too, will you? I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Ell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-803722396567925991?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/803722396567925991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=803722396567925991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/803722396567925991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/803722396567925991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-i-waited-with-hope-that-phone-will.html' title='and i waited with hope that the phone will break the silence.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-1279748565184286430</id><published>2010-05-09T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:32:21.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Nine Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-1279748565184286430?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/1279748565184286430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=1279748565184286430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1279748565184286430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1279748565184286430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-you.html' title='i love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-8886950304744541620</id><published>2010-05-08T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T17:12:28.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diffansina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safinah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina'/><title type='text'>all tags, wrapped into one.</title><content type='html'>TAG NUMBER ONE&lt;br /&gt;(Can't remember who passed it to me...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;In my heart~ Eceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you did yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Spent whole day cleaning up. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you text messaged?&lt;br /&gt;Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Darkish brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you cried over?&lt;br /&gt;Kena marah :'( *Sobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you really want right now, be honest?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Comel! :D Geez, its been a while. Miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone on your mind that shouldn't be?&lt;br /&gt;Only Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a little sister?&lt;br /&gt;Two little sisters who are very annoying but I love them to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to listen to the radio when you are in the car?&lt;br /&gt;I surely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;More Than Life Itself &amp;amp; That's When I Love You. For both of us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with a fan on?&lt;br /&gt;Of course I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get good morning texts from anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Sygg says "Morning Baby.." sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;On my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be up before 7 am tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Sure (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?&lt;br /&gt;With Sygg perhaps? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you speak to your dad today?&lt;br /&gt;No, I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will tomorrow be better than today?&lt;br /&gt;Sure. :) Tomorrows are always better days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to see somebody right now?&lt;br /&gt;Heart-taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your current relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;Happily taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it when you get kissed on the forehead?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet :) I do, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for something?&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for his text. I'm nervous thinking about his final paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the last person you kissed cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes :) He loves me dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you text message a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Syafique as the texting partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the next time you'll kiss someone?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would your name be with the first three letters?&lt;br /&gt;Eli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get married when I reached 25, god willing, and have kids before 30 with SYAFIQUE!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a good day?&lt;br /&gt;A plain, empty, Syafique-less day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could move right now would you?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with the way things are going right now?&lt;br /&gt;Very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like being in pictures?&lt;br /&gt;The more the better. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will you be in an hour?&lt;br /&gt;Get the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart broken right now?&lt;br /&gt;No, its flouring with loveeee. Geez. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;I do. Of course. Its the next best thing to friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think relationships are even worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Depends. Some are worth it and some are worth all the regrets. But mine, oh geez. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done anything outrageously dumb?&lt;br /&gt;Ahah. I play dumb all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone and never saw them again?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you someone who worries too often?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been back-stabbed by a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Who haven't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;Sygg la,who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring or summer?&lt;br /&gt;Summer. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing make-up right now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused about anything?&lt;br /&gt;No. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to call or text someone?&lt;br /&gt;Calling, so that I can hear his super duper voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a secret that you aren't telling anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG NUMBER TWO&lt;br /&gt;(Beloved Nina ♥)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baju warna apa yang sedang anda pakai?&lt;br /&gt;Hitam. LBD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last  text message? With whom?&lt;br /&gt;With Sayangg :) Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call? With whom?&lt;br /&gt;Sayangg. Last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last website?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heart-takerstory.tumblr.com/"&gt;Heart-taker Story&lt;/a&gt;. (Anak  kesayangan. Kilk untuk lihat OK.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 orang sahabat terbaik anda :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Syafique Sygg&lt;br /&gt;2. Azza&lt;br /&gt;3. Nina Chan&lt;br /&gt;4. Idora Mora&lt;br /&gt;5. Eriene&lt;br /&gt;6. Dfan Heartcore (Eh? :P)&lt;br /&gt;7. Zack (as in Zaharahh)&lt;br /&gt;8. Yayaw.&lt;br /&gt;9. Elisa Aiza&lt;br /&gt;10. Johnny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilih  seorang dari sepuluh yang di atas. Siapakah orangnye?&lt;br /&gt;Aza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenangan pahit yang  pernah anda alami bersama rakan anda.&lt;br /&gt;Takde kott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakan karib anda bermula dari huruf ape?&lt;br /&gt;N, as in Nur Azalina Suzianti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 perkara yang anda suke tentang rakan karib anda :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kidal macam sayaa.&lt;br /&gt;2. CheChe saya lebih kurang 8 haghi.&lt;br /&gt;3. Suara on-the-phone dia macam saya juga.&lt;br /&gt;4. Otak gila-gila.&lt;br /&gt;5. Aaaah, eveghiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 perkara yang anda tak  boleh lupa tentang kawan karib anda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kepelatan 'R'. :P&lt;br /&gt;2. Dia tinggi, tinggi bangat dari sayaa.&lt;br /&gt;3. Oh, oh, semua benda best kitonghang buat sama-sama.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ngindu masa dalam kelas dulu.&lt;br /&gt;5. Eveghiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Perkara yang anda  menyampah dengan rakan karib anda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Exes dia yang tak menghargai diaa. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;2. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;3. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;4. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;5. Takde nyampah pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila kali pertama jumpa rakan karib anda?&lt;br /&gt;Form 4. 'Hi, me Aza.' :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah anda  sayang rakan karib anda?&lt;br /&gt;Sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah hug and kiss kawan karib anda?&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ajak jadi lesbo pun takpe. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah tersepak kawan karib anda?&lt;br /&gt;Hish, tak ingatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah mengumpat kawan karib anda?&lt;br /&gt;Mengumpat depan mata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali terakhir anda ketawa dengan kawan karib anda?&lt;br /&gt;Pukul 2 pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali terakhir  anda marah dengan rakan karib anda?&lt;br /&gt;Hish, tak ingatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda mahu rakan karib anda jadi apa untuk anda?&lt;br /&gt;My best  friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesanan anda untuk rakan  karib anda:&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in your life Bebeh. I lebiu. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG NUMBER THREE&lt;br /&gt;(Nina too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 orang yang masih hidup yang korang tak boleh lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Syafiq ; the forever boyfriend-soon-to-be-married-husband :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Azza ; the best-friend-forever-slash-twin-sister-with-totally different-dna's-and-genes :P&lt;br /&gt;3. Nina ; (the tagger) petsis, yang dah lama tak jumpa. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;4. Zack ; the gossiper partner, back in Form 3? :) Nginduu.&lt;br /&gt;5. Johnny ; not really alive, but my night companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 barang yang korang sayang nk buang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Johnny (!)&lt;br /&gt;2. My handphone yang cikaiii ; got lots and lots of pictures with him.&lt;br /&gt;3. My lappy yang lapukk ; got lots and lots of memories with Sygg.&lt;br /&gt;4. My dresses. Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;5. My hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 benda yang diimpikan dan harap akan menjadi kenyataan satu hari nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be married and live a fantasy-slash-reality life with Sygg.&lt;br /&gt;2. Aaah, an accountant. God-willing.&lt;br /&gt;3. A successful, beautiful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on those questions.. Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, they are my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG NUMBER FOUR&lt;br /&gt;(Safinaaaaah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Besides your lips , where is the favorite spot to get KISSED?&lt;br /&gt;My cheeks, my nose, my lips. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;Bummed. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person you took a photo WITH?&lt;br /&gt;Sayang. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself SPOILED?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Kinda. *BIG grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you ever donate BLOOD?&lt;br /&gt;I'm little miss scaredy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite SEX?&lt;br /&gt;I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone to be DEAD?&lt;br /&gt;Those beyotchs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last text message SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Its a secret. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking about right NOW?&lt;br /&gt;a) Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;b) Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;c) Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you want someone to be with you right NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Syafique please? Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Momma bought this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Syafique always. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person who text YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG NUMBER FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;(Dfan Heartcore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upload a picture of you in a position that you hated the most.&lt;br /&gt;Takmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four names that friends call you.&lt;br /&gt;a) Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;b) Chacha.&lt;br /&gt;c) Ell.&lt;br /&gt;d) Elisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four most important dates in your life.&lt;br /&gt;a) 9th July ; mine.&lt;br /&gt;b) 9th August ; our .&lt;br /&gt;c) 2nd May ; his.&lt;br /&gt;d) 14th July ; our unofficial date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things you have done in the last thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;a) Log in Blogger-in-Draft.&lt;br /&gt;b) Missing him.&lt;br /&gt;c) Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;d) Typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four ways to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;a) Spend time with Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;b) Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;c) Eat.&lt;br /&gt;d) Spend time with Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four people you miss from your past.&lt;br /&gt;a) Me.&lt;br /&gt;b) Me.&lt;br /&gt;c) Me.&lt;br /&gt;d) Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four gifts you would like to receive.&lt;br /&gt;a) A good book.&lt;br /&gt;b) A warm smile.&lt;br /&gt;c) A sweet gesture.&lt;br /&gt;d) An appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of your favorite hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;a)Missing Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;b) Texting Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;c) Calling Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;d) Dreaming of Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places or country you want to visit.&lt;br /&gt;a) Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;b) Bali, once moree.&lt;br /&gt;c) Paris.&lt;br /&gt;d) Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four favorite drinks.&lt;br /&gt;a) Sprite.&lt;br /&gt;b) Nescafe.&lt;br /&gt;c) Orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;d) Hot choco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things always found in your bag.&lt;br /&gt;a) Handphone.&lt;br /&gt;b) Money.&lt;br /&gt;c) Make-up pouch.&lt;br /&gt;d) Kunci rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;a) Pink.&lt;br /&gt;b) White.&lt;br /&gt;c) Black.&lt;br /&gt;d) Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top four hangouts.&lt;br /&gt;a) At home.&lt;br /&gt;b) At home.&lt;br /&gt;c) At home.&lt;br /&gt;d) At home.&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, don't go out much -.-')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top four you love so much.&lt;br /&gt;a) Family.&lt;br /&gt;b) Syafique Sygg.&lt;br /&gt;c) Aza.&lt;br /&gt;d) Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top four 'things' that are special to you.&lt;br /&gt;a) Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;b) Memory card handphone.&lt;br /&gt;c) Him.&lt;br /&gt;d) My love for him. Eceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG :&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-8886950304744541620?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/8886950304744541620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=8886950304744541620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8886950304744541620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8886950304744541620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-tags-wrapped-into-one.html' title='all tags, wrapped into one.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-4384885597831019059</id><published>2010-05-07T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:18:18.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you were looking through the windows of the soul , I was waiting to see the truth as it unfolds .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Appreciate. &lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Hmmm. That's just one of the million things lacking from my life. Appreciation. Like, seriously. I am not asking for a big show or a bouquet of flowers to show your appreciation for what I have done. Like, really, none of that. I am not that materialistic. A simple 'Thank you' is more than enough, and I am not making this up. A sincere, honest, straight-from-the-heart 'Thanks' really would made my day much much brighter.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;However, I don't get that much. People would see through and comment on what I lack of. I am fat, I am short, I am dark-skin, I don't have the perfect body, I am awkward, my hair is not in place and ooooh, the list just goes on and on and on. What about what I already have? What I already am? Can no one see that? Hmmmm. Guess not It is so darn easy for anyone to spot my mistakes, my lacks. Sometimes, its just too much to handle. So, I'd try to achieve and meet up with everyone's expectations. The problem is,&amp;nbsp; their expectations never seem to stop, at all. Then what? What if I spend all my life trying to please everyone so that they will finally accept me and not comment what I do not have? Even so, not everyone would be pleased.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;*LONG sigh.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;PS : Speaking from the heart.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;PSS : Appreciate people, while you still have the chance. &lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Love,&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;Ell.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-4384885597831019059?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/4384885597831019059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=4384885597831019059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/4384885597831019059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/4384885597831019059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-you-looking-through-windows-of.html' title='When you were looking through the windows of the soul , I was waiting to see the truth as it unfolds .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-2241175204268934174</id><published>2010-05-07T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T19:23:06.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisa says'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You are it , my first love , I think the closest I’ve ever come . We aren’t perfect for each other , we are exact opposites , and we fought  constantly . But you made me so insanely happy , and vice versa . I know I  did , from your smile down to your demands for hugs every single day . Falling in love with you , it feels like I am drowning deep , but the  water is warm so it almost feel luxurious , enjoyable , like moving  through warm honey .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-2241175204268934174?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/2241175204268934174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=2241175204268934174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2241175204268934174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2241175204268934174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-are-it-my-first-love-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-8804628588930917751</id><published>2010-05-06T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:13:52.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture perfect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>walk-in closet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/S-Kv5qhSg_I/AAAAAAAAA78/UZE7dNNjRGA/s1600/3548358214_979ae4afd1_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/S-Kv5qhSg_I/AAAAAAAAA78/UZE7dNNjRGA/s400/3548358214_979ae4afd1_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/S-Kv4cVCkFI/AAAAAAAAA74/Yz4_cieygBo/s1600/3918934821_33bc373a5e_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/S-Kv4cVCkFI/AAAAAAAAA74/Yz4_cieygBo/s400/3918934821_33bc373a5e_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dearest, heart-throb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Funny. I dreamed of another touch to create perfection to our future home together, god-willing. A walk-in closet, for you beloved princess here would be enormously perfect. :) Well, besides having a personal private library, of course. Tehee. Here's why. Your little princess, yours truly loves to dress-up, as you know very much Darling. I love dresses and more dresses and would not want my precious dresses to get wrinkled or ruined. I would not want my wedding gown to be ruined too! :P Tehee. Here's an idea. We could totally hide the walk-in closet behind a mirror (Woahh, imagination..) in our bedroom so no one would know our secret. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please, please? Especially, since you agreed on reserving on room for our own private library. :) I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-8804628588930917751?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/8804628588930917751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=8804628588930917751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8804628588930917751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8804628588930917751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/walk-in-closet.html' title='walk-in closet.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/S-Kv5qhSg_I/AAAAAAAAA78/UZE7dNNjRGA/s72-c/3548358214_979ae4afd1_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-1564005734779726790</id><published>2010-05-06T02:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T02:45:40.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture perfect'/><title type='text'>dresses to die for :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/S-G8tXfExuI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/to0d8Rp-LYw/s1600/185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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Tears drool all over. I'm not sure why. The song, is just, miraculous? Hmmm. :') Just Stand Up. It dated around 2 years ago, I think, but really. I just can't stop replaying the song. Let's fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-7256684464724763010?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/7256684464724763010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=7256684464724763010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7256684464724763010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7256684464724763010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-ramble-from-heart.html' title='random ramble from the heart.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-1440567531099382216</id><published>2010-05-05T18:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:29:46.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sing along'/><title type='text'>just stand up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyoncé :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart is stronger&lt;br /&gt;Than you think&lt;br /&gt;It's like it can go&lt;br /&gt;Through anything&lt;br /&gt;And even when you think&lt;br /&gt;It can't it finds a way&lt;br /&gt;To still push on&lt;br /&gt;Though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie Underwood :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You want to run away&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got the patience&lt;br /&gt;For the pain&lt;br /&gt;And if you&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;Look into&lt;br /&gt;Your heart&lt;br /&gt;The beat goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rihanna :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rihanna &amp;amp; Miley Cyrus :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through&lt;br /&gt;Whatever&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;Dust it off&lt;br /&gt;Don't let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicole Scherzinger :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;You can go&lt;br /&gt;Be your own miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyoncé :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeps thinking&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart&lt;br /&gt;Keeps telling you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fergie :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;We all have better days&lt;br /&gt;Problems getting all up&lt;br /&gt;In your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leona Lewis :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because&lt;br /&gt;You go through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fergie :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean it got&lt;br /&gt;To take control, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leona Lewis :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ain't gotta find&lt;br /&gt;No hiding place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keyshia Cole :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the heart&lt;br /&gt;Can beat the hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leona Lewis :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna&lt;br /&gt;Let your mind&lt;br /&gt;Keep playin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keyshia Cole :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sayin' you&lt;br /&gt;Can't go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rihanna :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rihanna &amp;amp; Miley Cyrus :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;Dust if off&lt;br /&gt;Don't let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natasha Bedingfield :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you&lt;br /&gt;Can go&lt;br /&gt;Be your own&lt;br /&gt;Miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie Underwood :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary J. Blige :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't gotta be&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner&lt;br /&gt;In your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ciara :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;Dust it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary J. Blige :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can live your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rihanna &amp;amp; Carrie Underwood :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary J. Blige :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart&lt;br /&gt;Be your guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rihanna &amp;amp; Carrie Underwood :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mariah Carey :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will know&lt;br /&gt;That you're good&lt;br /&gt;If you trust in the good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashanti :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;Will be alright, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;If you follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary J. Blige :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mariah Carey : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) X2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fergie :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got it in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in now&lt;br /&gt;Find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in now&lt;br /&gt;Find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;Find it within you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer : Various Female Artists&lt;br /&gt;Title : Just Stand Up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-1440567531099382216?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/1440567531099382216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=1440567531099382216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1440567531099382216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1440567531099382216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-stand-up.html' title='just stand up.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-7117353697172666932</id><published>2010-05-03T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:00:00.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>please, take a step back and breathe. (auto-publish)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ever since you've had your boyfriend, you forget you friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened? We use to talk a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cenggini la kau. Lepas ada balak kau, kau lupa aku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sikit-sikit Syafiq, takyah peduli dia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa susah ha nak cakap dengan kau sekarang? Kau pergi mana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this for quite a while and I think it is about time I'll say it out loud, especially when we're reaching up to 9 months of never-ending happiness. As you know, if you know me well, number 9 really is special so I rather not have any problems there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, first and foremost, my boyfriend has nothing to do with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq never, I repeat &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; force me to stop having friends and focus on him. Never. Its just me. Yes, I was not in any relationships before and thus have plenty of time to be there for &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; that means the world to me. However, I am in a serious one here. Very serious. I am making him my first priority, because I feel that he deserves that for making me extremely happy with the way things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I am not ditching my friends. Nope. I just give less attention to everything else, because I have a boyfriend now. Its okay to call me up sometimes, or send me sms but please respect my relationship and my decisions. I mean, don't say things that might 'corrupt' my relationship. This means a lot to me. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cause things change, doesn't mean you are allowed to blame him for that. Seriously. He never makes me forget anyone. He encourages me to stand on my own and be with friends. Its just my choice to not do so. As I said before, things change, and I expect people would understand this transition. I need the support, like the support I would give to my friends when they change. It would mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do. I am not pin-pointing anyone, not at all. This is just generally, regardless of friends near and far. I swear. So please, ease my mind, respect my relationship and respect my boyfriend. He means so much and it hurts me if anyone do anything that could make him sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am begging, please take a step back and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Syafique's Ell.&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/841283305670303086-7117353697172666932?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/7117353697172666932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=7117353697172666932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7117353697172666932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7117353697172666932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/please-take-step-back-and-breathe.html' title='please, take a step back and breathe. (auto-publish)'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-1044072909932620371</id><published>2010-05-02T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:00:01.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>and handsome is now 21 years old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/S9xBILmPI7I/AAAAAAAAA7E/_smnloSCpPY/s1600/DSC02375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/S9xBILmPI7I/AAAAAAAAA7E/_smnloSCpPY/s400/DSC02375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466315656528864178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things I’d like to say&lt;br /&gt;to you my love on your special day.&lt;br /&gt;­­­Syafique, you’re like a gift from up above,&lt;br /&gt;you showed me how it is to feel real love.&lt;br /&gt;I know many mountains we’ve had to climb&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes forever has seemed like a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we’ve endured our share of pain,&lt;br /&gt;but together we have so much to gain.&lt;br /&gt;Bigger mountains may lie ahead,&lt;br /&gt;but together there is no hill we cannot tread.&lt;br /&gt;So Syafique, always remember my love for you,&lt;br /&gt;and there is nothing together we cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy birthday you deserve the best&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll take care of all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAYAAAAANG.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LIKE THE STARS IN THE SKIES AND SAND ON THE BEACHES.&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/841283305670303086-1044072909932620371?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/1044072909932620371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=1044072909932620371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1044072909932620371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1044072909932620371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-handsome-is-now-21-years-old.html' title='and handsome is now 21 years old.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/S9xBILmPI7I/AAAAAAAAA7E/_smnloSCpPY/s72-c/DSC02375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-745112722760497794</id><published>2010-05-01T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:54:57.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azalina suzianti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safinah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina'/><title type='text'>my heart craves ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muhammad Norsyafiq ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone says my name the same, but the way you say it forces my cheeks to turn to pink. And to be honest, you sort of - kind of stole my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. I crave to be with you, all day long, all night long and all my life. I miss your shining eyes, your beaming smile, your hearty laugh, oh gosh, I miss everything about you. Even when we went apart for a few hours, my heart cringe with you out of my sight. Geez. I'm just so crazily fond of you, only God knows how much. AND yes, I wanna be with you forever, straight from my heart. :) I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sibudaksengal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Azalina Suzianti&lt;/a&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We’re the type of best friends who burst out laughing from last year’s inside jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I miss you so darn much. I mean, a lot. I haven't see you in months. The last time we met, my condition was oh-so-vulnerable and I barely gave my attention to anyone. Even you. *Groans. I miss you bff. I really do. I miss the times we used to have sleepovers at your place, prank-called people and gossip all night long. I can never keep a secret from you. :) I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ammarnina.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Ammar Nina&lt;/a&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Finding a relationship like ours is like nailing jello to a tree : impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeez. You. My lucky star. I haven't seen your face for yeaaaars. When was the last time eh? It was back in 2005. My goodness. That's 4 almost 5 years away. I'm glad we kept our relationship strong, even with the distance. I miss you, little sister. I miss 'stealing' away your teddy bear and slept with it at night so it would remind me of you. I miss writing letters, talking heart-t0-heart with you. AND I miss your drawings. You used to make a lot of little cards for me and I believe there are still some in my possession. :) I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sfnh28.blogspot.com/"&gt;Safinah&lt;/a&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even if we grow apart, and even if we don’t talk as much as we used to, just remember I’ll always be here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous. Gosh. We haven't meet yet. Sooner or later, we will. I'm sure. Though we haven' connect physically, we connect mutually just fine. I miss chatting with you, exchanging songs, sharing secrets, basically everything. I might seem like I disappeared, the truth is I'm not. I am always here, if you need to talk. Precious, you're always on my mind. :) I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart craves ; THEM right now. :(&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/841283305670303086-745112722760497794?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/745112722760497794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=745112722760497794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/745112722760497794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/745112722760497794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-heart-craves.html' title='my heart craves ;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-1256515848183209982</id><published>2010-05-01T06:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T06:40:34.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>angry post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Grrrr. Stupid phone-stealer. Pfft. Why are you so stupid? Got no phone on your own that make you took MY BOYFRIEND'S phone? Sheeesh. He promised he'd pay the price of the phone if you give it back. Around RM 300, I think. Kitorang SMS bebaik, kau buat cikai kan? TAK NAK DUIT KE BODO? Kesian boyfriend aku tau! Even if you sell that phone, it won't cost as much as he would give you dummy!! Don't you know how much that phone holds our precious memories?! We text-ed you nicely, instead, you keep using the phone for god-knows-what. We just want that phone memory! OK, him. But I want it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;videos&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recordings&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;notes&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;Also, the camera makes me look like I'm in heaven and oh-so-pretty. *Sobs. Ratus-ratus gambar dalam phone diaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid. Arsehole. Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my boyfriend is using Natt's number. Thanks for you concern Natt. :)&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/841283305670303086-1256515848183209982?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/1256515848183209982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=1256515848183209982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1256515848183209982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1256515848183209982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/05/angry-post.html' title='angry post.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-8824040615848250400</id><published>2010-04-25T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:50:16.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture perfect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>a wish to be granted .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/S9RQ3vvwKGI/AAAAAAAAA68/4BO1deeDr0k/s1600/20090828095029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/S9RQ3vvwKGI/AAAAAAAAA68/4BO1deeDr0k/s320/20090828095029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464081166547036258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;private getaway :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Syafique dearest,&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, is it possible if I ask you to reserve a room in our future home together (god willing) for a bulit-in library? It need not be spacious or large, just filled with white shelves around the room, the sliding stairs for me to reach up the books on top, a window large enough for the windy blowing evenings, and two cozy couches with leg rest just for you and me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may already know, I am a book addict. I enjoy reading, not that you are not aware of that. Having a built-in library will be the ultimate dream come true (apart from you). Can you imagine, a library only for us, filled with books you and me both love. We would collect and buy books and fill the shelves with them. We would read books together, and I would make you tea with biscuits so you won't get bored. Not only that, it will also be our on private getaway from others. Books, as you may know, releases stress and help ease our mind. Surely we would get tired from work, and a good book will definitely lift up our spirit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I will promise (with all my loving heart) that I will keep it tidy and clean at all times. We would share our heaven with guests attending our cozy home. We would teach our own juniors, god willing, to enjoy a good book. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will you, will you, will you? Will you please grant my oh-so-desperate wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Seems crazy, eh? Yes, yes, Imma book crazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Bbygirl.&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/841283305670303086-8824040615848250400?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/8824040615848250400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=8824040615848250400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8824040615848250400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8824040615848250400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/04/wish-to-be-granted.html' title='a wish to be granted .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/S9RQ3vvwKGI/AAAAAAAAA68/4BO1deeDr0k/s72-c/20090828095029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-6002423164180670713</id><published>2010-04-25T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:08:42.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azalina suzianti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diffansina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina'/><title type='text'>i have nothing else to say  . . . not !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A story, or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night went smoothly, after that massive row we had. Not quite as massive as we've had before, but yesterday's fight had really broken my heart. I was in agony, thinking of him. He called last night. I can't believe he did, after being so pissed at me. He was being really nice, and it touched the strings of my fragile little heart. How can he be so calm and called me with pampering names after getting pissed by myself? That, is still a puzzle. So, it went well. He promised he would call back at midnight. I waited, can't really imagine what we would talk about. I scarcely believed that he was gonna bring up the whole noon secret-breaking situation and got really mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called again. He was still being nice and made me really nervous. Kept making me think, when is this guy gonna break it down and get really mad. To my own surprise, he just advised me. Not to do that again. "We'll just share everything with each other and not with others." Gosh. You're such an angel Love. We ended up talking on the phone for two straight hours, with me blushing all the way. *Giggles. Mind you, we really went "Eeww" for those so-called-romantic couples, but actually, we're just the same in our own 'romantic' way. LOL. He wished me good luck for my paper and wished me good night. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Terharu dimanjakan sampai begitu sekali oleh boyfriend. :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aza called too. :) Miss you damn much dearest. Thanks for caring and wishing me good luck for my papers. I love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIS 280.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5:55 am after battling with my alarm for an hour. The song Fuck You by Lily Allen screamed to my ears and made me screamed "Fak Yu, lemme sleep" back at the singing vibrating phone. Who is to blame? It was only doing its duty to wake me up on time. I got ready and became really anxious. Will I make it? Sayang had asked me to be early because I am prone to be late to exams, every single time! :P Luckily, I was early, by an hour. Geez. Talk about being early. I sat there, all alone while others came in groups of twos or threes. Never mind, I am used to sitting alone. Then, this group who I thought of pretending I don't  recognized came screaming my name in front of me, at me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Walaah. Tak ke terkejut kaw-kaw semua orang? Eheh. Takdela, kan tempat tu bising macam pasar malam.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else than the rather dashing group ; Lynn, Chubee, Dfan, Yana, Syue and not in view, Syaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Weyh korang, ni nama masuk blog lagi :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the freakishly huge hall, I felt sick. I felt dizzy. I managed answering all questions before deciding to leave at 10:50 am. Sheeeesh. As I step towards my bag, I spotted Dfan, who apparently, just left the hall two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, eh, bila kau keluar? Tak nampak pun. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sunshine picked me up and we went for brunch. Ate Nasi Ayam at Ampang. Yum yum. It was nice. Then, we strolled around Pavilion, with me as the innocent Baju Kurung-ed girl. I was asked to behave, since I was wearing Baju Kurung. OK, OK. Behave, I did. We stopped by at Times, the bookstore. As I self-ly claimed, bookstores are my heaven on Earth. Sunshine brought me there, because he knows my passion for books and words. We end up at Relationship Section. I flipped through one book with a poem "Baby, you are. . ." Sunshine recited the oh-so-sweet poem for me, making me all flattery and giddy, there and then. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he sent me home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, I love you lah. Only you. I can't imagine myself loving anyone else but you. *Wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Yes sweetheart, 9th September would be the ideal date for it.&lt;br /&gt;PSS : Nina's birthday in on 9th November. See? The number 9 seems to revolve around my life, perfectly.&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/841283305670303086-6002423164180670713?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/6002423164180670713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=6002423164180670713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/6002423164180670713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/6002423164180670713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-nothing-else-to-say-not.html' title='i have nothing else to say  . . . not !'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-1900090590374388012</id><published>2010-04-25T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:38:10.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nina'/><title type='text'>on the 'pagar' .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is my darling &lt;a href="http://ammarnina.blogspot.com"&gt;Nina&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're the only ones I have around here that I can be myself with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, apart from my Sunshine. (and y-o-u !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BIG grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-1900090590374388012?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/1900090590374388012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=1900090590374388012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1900090590374388012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1900090590374388012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-pagar.html' title='on the &apos;pagar&apos; .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-7444176153802448386</id><published>2010-04-24T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:45:48.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chacha chobits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>so-called girls talk .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm in need of help. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any idea how I feel right now? Have you ever feel like you've trusted someone so hard but she ended up bragging your details to everyone with the sense of humor, every single time. Yes, it must have looked so stupid to trust her again, but what if she's the only person you'd meet occasionally and could be yourself with? I need someone to talk to, apart from my own spouse of course. It does seems irrational, trusting her over and over again. As I said, it happened every time. I mean, yes, you brag with humor, but would you think of the consequences? You just made two loving people quarrel because of that minor detail you blurted out laughing. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who is to blame?&lt;br /&gt;Myself? Yes, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;That secret-breaker? Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;My other half? No. I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I never would expect her to blabber every single thing and take them like jokes. I had never tell out her secrets to her spouse, thinking of her relationship. I'm just asking for the same thing. :( It was suppose to be 'girls talk' and be forgotten after that. But noooo, &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; frankly never happen. *Sighs. I'm just torn in halves. Because of her, my own other half is so furious at me he's starting to get pissed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said 'Thanks' sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;I received 'Who's this?' in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? Well, thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I can't concentrate on my studies. I have AIS 280 tomorrow. :( HELP ME. *Sobs.&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/841283305670303086-7444176153802448386?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/7444176153802448386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=7444176153802448386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7444176153802448386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7444176153802448386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-called-girls-talk.html' title='so-called girls talk .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-4105050090157510998</id><published>2010-04-22T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:45:15.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>it was easy, but it was bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MGT 215.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7 am, got ready like a bee and rushed to college. Actually, Momma was rushing and I wore crumpled KPTM shirt with ruined black pants. Huff puff. I called Sayang when I reached Titiwangsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E : Hello.&lt;br /&gt;S : Emm, hello.&lt;br /&gt;E : Sayang kat mana?&lt;br /&gt;S : Kat rumah. Baby pergi college tak?&lt;br /&gt;E : Baby kat Titiwangsa. Sayang kat rumah mana?&lt;br /&gt;S : Kat SK. Kenapa tak call tadi?&lt;br /&gt;E : Baby rushing. Sayang dah mandi?&lt;br /&gt;S : Erm, dah? Sayang kejap je.&lt;br /&gt;E : Nanti bawak Baby pergi rumah Lynn boleh?&lt;br /&gt;S : Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;E : Baby nak gosok baju. :P&lt;br /&gt;S : Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, unbelievable. That's ok. Lynn stays near where Syafique stay in Pandan. To be frank, just one floor away. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sayang, and rode away to Pandan Heights. I ironed my crumpled shirt and then his. Tehee. We're a pair. We both wore that orange KPTM uniform. :P Then, I ironed my hair and let the wind blew through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S : Dah perasan la tu, rambut kena tiup dengan angin. Tah pape la Baby ni. Heehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT you love it right Sayang? Heeeeeeeeee. Then, we started getting serious and studied like two soldiers going to battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S : Baby, Decision Making steps.&lt;br /&gt;E : Recognition, diagnosis, selecting, implementing, feedback. (Erk, tak cukup satu.)&lt;br /&gt;S : Centralization is ..........&lt;br /&gt;E : Equity theory tu macam ni .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he lied down on my lap (manja) and we continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E : Ok, ni Expectancy Theory. E to P. P to O. Valence.&lt;br /&gt;S : Oooooh. Hey, kita faham definition je. Japgi nak goreng macam mana?&lt;br /&gt;E : Alaaah, tulis je la apa kita cerita ni.&lt;br /&gt;S : Baby ye la, caiya English.&lt;br /&gt;E : Tah pape la kan Sayang ni. Cepat-cepat. Ulang balik Two Factor Theory.&lt;br /&gt;S : Hygiene factors dengan motivators ............&lt;br /&gt;E : Sayang, power is ........... influence ...............&lt;br /&gt;S : Yang ni mesti masuk ni .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we finished our last minute revision at Lynn's house. *Phew. It was already reaching to 1 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L : Darling, taknak makan ke?&lt;br /&gt;E : Nak, nak, jom la, gerak terus.&lt;br /&gt;L : Lisa nak naik dengan Lynn ke, dengan Syafiq?&lt;br /&gt;E : Syafiq. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we wore our uniforms back and got ready. Suddenly ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E : Huh. Apesal kipas tiba-tiba berenti Sayang?&lt;br /&gt;S : Black out laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn went out to check on the fuse box thingy, she went in with a funny worried face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L : Lisaaaaa. Bukan rumah Lynn je blackout, lif pun blackout.&lt;br /&gt;S : Tunggu kejap. Lif kan ada energy dia sendiri, 5 minit nanti dia on balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So we waited and joked outside the elevator. Few minutes later, we decided to take the stairs. (Lynn is staying at level 15 yawwww) Finally, we reached the ground &lt;i&gt;dengan bontot tonggek&lt;/i&gt;. :P Lynn decided to eat Santai, Tesco Ampang. Pfft, I ain't got no helmet with me. AND I had my hair blown by the wind. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind then. We skipped eating together and had our own 'romantic' lunch. Maggi Goreng 2, tapi letak satu pinggan. Heeee, 'romantic'? I know. :P After we ate, we rushed. Huff puff. I couldn't get a seat near him. He sat quite far but we're the only ones with the same outfit. *Wink. So, with all I had, I am confident to take my first paper. I believed that we both had worked our asses off to pass this paper, even if not with flying colors. So, where's my questions? Hit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sneak peek of the oh-so-scary paper!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Explain what is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;grapevine&lt;/span&gt;? Is grapevine a good thing, or can it cause difficulties in business organizations? How _____________________. (10 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK peeps. What is &lt;i&gt;grapevine&lt;/i&gt;? Gosh. Part A. Oh come on. Critical thinking? I've memorized too much for this. -___-  Mind you, there is not even one 'grapevine' word in the case study. I flipped to Part B. OH maaaaaaaaan. Where are all the tough questions? Where are the steps, types, theories I've memorized? All they ask is critical thinking questions about definitions. Yes, of course definition is easy, but I'm a little bit disappointed. :( I've read a lot and NONE came out. OK, one did. 'Span of control' for 5 marks. Whoopee. I left 40 minutes early (I think) and sighed. At least I take the paper. Few minutes later, few girls came out. They laughed at each other nervously and I heard their conversation from a far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : Weeeehhh. -__-&lt;br /&gt;B : Aduh. Tah pape laa.&lt;br /&gt;A : Question 4 (refer to the above question) kau jawab?&lt;br /&gt;B : Tak doh. Kau?&lt;br /&gt;A : Tak jugak doh. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after that, Syafique came out. He smiled at me. Without further due, I asked while he is still walking towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E : Sayang, grapevine ape grapevine?&lt;br /&gt;S : Taktau. Yang tu Sayang tak jawab.&lt;br /&gt;E : Baby jawab ______________. (Malu nak cerita.)&lt;br /&gt;S : Sayang takut nak goreng, takut pemeriksa bengang ke tension ke.&lt;br /&gt;E : -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grapevine.&lt;br /&gt;grape·vine /ˈgreɪpˌvaɪn/ greyp-vahyn&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. a vine that bears grapes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Also called grapevine telegraph. a person-to-person method of spreading rumors, gossip, information, etc., by informal or unofficial conversation, letter writing, or the like.&lt;br /&gt;3. a private or secret source of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all hustles, Syafique send me home. :) Thanks Sayang. I love you very much. Muah.&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/841283305670303086-4105050090157510998?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/4105050090157510998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=4105050090157510998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/4105050090157510998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/4105050090157510998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-was-easy-but-it-was-bad.html' title='it was easy, but it was bad.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-4923197428374591725</id><published>2010-04-19T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T14:59:00.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>on HIATUS for the upcoming finals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woot woot. Finals are rolling down baby. OMG. I so can't believe its happening so soon. I know I should not be writing this now, but I have to write it down to get it off my chest. I am so scared. *Gawk. Here's my schedule. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday, 21st April 2010&lt;br /&gt;2.15 pm - 5.15 pm&lt;br /&gt;MGT 215&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 25th April 2010&lt;br /&gt;9.00 am - 12.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;AIS 280&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 3rd May 2010&lt;br /&gt;2.15 pm - 5.15 pm&lt;br /&gt;MAF 220&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 9th May 2010&lt;br /&gt;2.15 pm - 5.15 pm&lt;br /&gt;FAR 200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND this is the boyfriend’s schedule date with the papers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday, 21st April 2010&lt;br /&gt;2.15 pm - 5.15 pm&lt;br /&gt;MGT 215&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 3rd May 2010&lt;br /&gt;2.15 pm - 5.15 pm&lt;br /&gt;MAF 220&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 6th May 2010&lt;br /&gt;2.15 pm - 5.15 pm&lt;br /&gt;LAW 240&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 8th May 2010&lt;br /&gt;2.15 pm - 5.15 pm&lt;br /&gt;FAR 250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? Not bad eyh? Got plenty of times in between to do last minutes pickups! Wish us luck geeks.&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/841283305670303086-4923197428374591725?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/4923197428374591725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=4923197428374591725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/4923197428374591725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/4923197428374591725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-hiatus-for-upcoming-finals.html' title='on HIATUS for the upcoming finals.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-3279934166565658062</id><published>2010-04-15T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:17:35.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>she was impressed but i broke his heart .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi bloggie. Do you miss your mommy? I'm so sorry because I've been unfair to you, my dear bloggie and practice favoritism in choosing &lt;a href="http://heart-takerstory.tumblr.com/"&gt;Heart Taker Story&lt;/a&gt; and neglect you for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be talking much here. I just wanna share a bit experience I had gathered today, during MGT215 class. Yes, I repeat that fucked up reading-supposedly-EASY-paper, dumbly. &gt;.&lt; &lt;i&gt;successfully&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gal pals which I had been randomly put in by none other the lecturer herself had gave me the last, not-so-important slide to present about. Equity Theory. It was mind-bugling that I had prepared nothing to face this presentation. I stood up, empty-handed, shivering all over and creaky voice. Yes, it is &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad when I get all nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Okay, I knew I said it was going to be short and sweet -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my fellow group mates are presenting their part to the community of Section 2  MGT215, I was rambling and sending text messages to my boyfriend who is sitting at the back of the class. I made him print out a little note I had in my thumb-drive so I would not look like an idiot standing up front not knowing what to explain. He was late :( He missed my part, and I was devastated. I had been very nervous because he was suppose to be there, and support me from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn came, and he hadn't showed up yet. Okay, here goes  err... Equity Theory. I remembered I heard myself said something about the relationship between input and outcomes, motivation, yadayadayada. My cheeks were burning, good thing it was dark upfront. I look over my boyfriend's empty seat and sighed. My lecturer, who was sitting next to our desk (mine and his - we intend to keep a low profile in class but will always fail..) was smiling. Geez. I must be embarrassing myself to make her smile like that. As I said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When all else fails . . .&lt;/span&gt;" she was grinning towards me and made me think 'Did I had my grammar wrong because she is strictly sensitive in grammar and pronunciation...' Then, I had to say "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That's all, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;" And she said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Good job, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went back to my seat, next to my boyfriend who came back at the eleventh hour of my part. I sighed deeply and he looked hurt. He missed my part. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the woman in control of the class turned towards us and congratulated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Good job Elisa. I understand perfectly. Very clear and straight forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I grinned sheepishly (with a little bit of blush) and thanked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Do you speak English when you were small?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Until now. . ." added the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. I'm just glad I impressed her, but I am fucked up I made my boyfriend miss my part. :( So I made a promise. I would speak English with my boyfriend starting today. :)&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/841283305670303086-3279934166565658062?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/3279934166565658062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=3279934166565658062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3279934166565658062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3279934166565658062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/04/she-was-impressed-but-i-broke-his-heart.html' title='she was impressed but i broke his heart .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-5545190073863261230</id><published>2010-04-11T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:41:12.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionaire'/><title type='text'>survey .</title><content type='html'>WHAT WAS YOUR :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage :&lt;br /&gt;Plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call :&lt;br /&gt;My little sis, calling me from her bedroom to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message :&lt;br /&gt;Is from Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to :&lt;br /&gt;Acting Out ; Ashley Tisdale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried :&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah, this very evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice :&lt;br /&gt;No. Its a one time chance. Too bad &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; screw up theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on :&lt;br /&gt;I assume it's a lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it :&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special :&lt;br /&gt;Missing her now. :'/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed :&lt;br /&gt;Countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up :&lt;br /&gt;Heh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Pink.&lt;br /&gt;13. Red.&lt;br /&gt;14. Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU : (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend :&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love :&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried :&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you :&lt;br /&gt;I did, last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were :&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you :&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list :&lt;br /&gt;*Wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life :&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah, depends on if they knew me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want? :&lt;br /&gt;Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets :&lt;br /&gt;My comel~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name :&lt;br /&gt;Strictly speaking, no :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday :&lt;br /&gt;I called my boyfriend (then crushee) for four full hours. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today :&lt;br /&gt;I lost track of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight :&lt;br /&gt;Tossing and turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for :&lt;br /&gt;An apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother :&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life :&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's perceptions of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now :&lt;br /&gt;The sound of my heart breaking. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom :&lt;br /&gt;Heh, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now :&lt;br /&gt;Him? Mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage :&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr, Blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What's your real name :&lt;br /&gt;Elisa Aiza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames :&lt;br /&gt;Ell. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status :&lt;br /&gt;In a serious relationship, but he's mingling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign :&lt;br /&gt;Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female? :&lt;br /&gt;Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Primary School?:&lt;br /&gt;SK Seksyen 7 Kota Damansara. *formerly known as SKS7 Sg. Buloh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Secondary School? :&lt;br /&gt;SMK Seksyen 10 Kota Damansara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. College? :&lt;br /&gt;Kolej Poly-Tech MARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour :&lt;br /&gt;VERY dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short :&lt;br /&gt;Medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Height :&lt;br /&gt;157cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone? :&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ever since I saw him in class, the day he proposed, now and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself? :&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings :&lt;br /&gt;Naaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty :&lt;br /&gt;Lefty~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery :&lt;br /&gt;Double surgery, last December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing :&lt;br /&gt;1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend :&lt;br /&gt;Cikoma~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined :&lt;br /&gt;Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation :&lt;br /&gt;Langkawi perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating :&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking :&lt;br /&gt;Na-ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to :&lt;br /&gt;Take a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to :&lt;br /&gt;The fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting for :&lt;br /&gt;An apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. What kids? :&lt;br /&gt;Err?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married? :&lt;br /&gt;Around 25? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Career :&lt;br /&gt;Ngennggg. An accountant-slash-wifey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes :&lt;br /&gt;Eyes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses :&lt;br /&gt;Erk. Erk. Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller :&lt;br /&gt;Taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger :&lt;br /&gt;Older. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous :&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms :&lt;br /&gt;Nice arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud :&lt;br /&gt;SENSITIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship :&lt;br /&gt;Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Troublemaker or hesitant :&lt;br /&gt;Hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger :&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor :&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts :&lt;br /&gt;Don't wear 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date :&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart :&lt;br /&gt;No griffin' idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested :&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down :&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died :&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend? :&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself :&lt;br /&gt;Confusingly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles :&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight :&lt;br /&gt;Aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven :&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus :&lt;br /&gt;A fat man down the chimney? Its breaking and entering. Illegal if you ask me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date :&lt;br /&gt;Naaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels :&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time :&lt;br /&gt;That was so last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today? :&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody? :&lt;br /&gt;Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go :&lt;br /&gt;The day I fall for Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be? :&lt;br /&gt;August 9th, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love? :&lt;br /&gt;I commit deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths? :&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-5545190073863261230?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/5545190073863261230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=5545190073863261230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/5545190073863261230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/5545190073863261230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/04/survey.html' title='survey .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-722410557105329903</id><published>2010-04-09T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:31:55.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Eight Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-722410557105329903?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/722410557105329903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=722410557105329903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/722410557105329903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/722410557105329903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-you.html' title='i love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-3063891995451032629</id><published>2010-03-26T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:23:58.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Akidah'/><title type='text'>I'll love you, now and forever .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;23rd March 2010, 2.oo pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure everyone felt and shared the sorrow. We lost a dear friend, a dear colleague, a dear lecturer. She was too young. We all felt love for her, and we always will. The news came to me later in the evening, while on the way home, away from college. I can't believe it at first but I kept myself calm. Sad, I was. Yes. Memories of her flickered through my mind like movie scenes, all wrap up into one. I thought it was too quick. The next thing I know, we're talking about her, remembering her memories, in past tense. Personally, I had love her dearly, and adore her. She was young indeed, and very bright. She always had this glow and radiant from her. And she was always there for me. She touched the hearts of those who surrounded her. Including mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered our first moment. Level 5, ECO 162. During the first class, we had to introduce ourselves and name one unique perspective of us. That was the first. Everything that came after, was as perfect as the first. Yeah, I barely understood the whole point of learning Microeconomics but I loved her way of lecturing. She had been a friend to the class. She had been the "bolt" in the meeting of me and Syafiq. I remembered one of her example on the topic of "Discrimination". :') That was the starter of me and Syafiq, all thanks to her. I have always love ECO 162 (for the wrong reason) and I failed my first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving up to my third semester, repeating the subject, I was to be lecture by the same lecturer. I've grown fond of her since the last semester that it made me felt great to be learning from her again. I sat up front her desk every class with my fellow friends, Chubee, Lynn and Dfan. Sometimes, in between breaks or when our fellow classmates were to slow drawing up curves, she would share stories when she was a student like us. And I will never fail to take note of her brooches. Ladybugs, apples, you name it. She had all sorts of them. Ohh how I love her patience with her students. Sometimes, students would sleep or pay less attention to her but she kept her face straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, my relationship with my boyfriend were growing and she was there while we first exchanged our ID cards. She was there. :) I remembered her noticing me wearing both IDs in class. I remembered her joke "Elisa dating dating pun datang kelas awal. Dating dengan student saya pulak". Yes, I remembered. I also happen to remember that everytime she caught us together, she would pretend to cough and Syafiq would joke "Miss nak strepsils?". :) Really, she was there during the right moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, nearing up to our finals, she stopped coming to classes. I learnt that she was hospitalized. because of leukemia. boyfriend visited joked shared stories hugged planted two light kisses on her cheeks as she did on mine. We wished for her to get well soon. The night before my ECO 162 final exam, she sent me a "Good Luck" text. I passed my second attempt, all thanks to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up to my forth semester, we barely seen her around, but eventually did every now and then. She would always smile and grin at the sight of us, her two students. I met her at the Masquerade Dinner the college had. We talked a bit, joked. She even complimented our oh-so-called dance we had to do on stage that night. She looked great. She was wearing green. She looked okay. Syafiq even took a picture of me with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that would be our last meeting. Our last talk. Our last moment. If I knew, I'd told her I love her and thanked her for every inch of hard work she did for us, her students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend told me that we have to let go. All we could do is pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd March 2010, 2.oo pm witnessed the day she left everything she had and returned to Allah. May you rest in peace Miss Akidah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Miss Akidah. I'll always remember you and I'll never forget you advises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al - Fatihah.&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/841283305670303086-3063891995451032629?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/3063891995451032629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=3063891995451032629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3063891995451032629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3063891995451032629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-love-you-now-and-forever.html' title='I&apos;ll love you, now and forever .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-1306541294629473540</id><published>2010-03-12T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:05:21.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>and now I bid my farewell , so long ex - guy bff .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again with hello mellow. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Just got a little tiny thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love my boyfriend even with the-never-ending-flaws I have, he still takes me as his girl and that's a reward, for me. However, I'm trying to keep my never-ending-flaws he has to keep up with as minimum as possible. In other words, I'm saying, I just want him to focus on my flaws, my behavior, my mistakes instead of "outsiders".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, "outsiders" refers to those jealous-much eye-catcher losers who never fails to make us feel uncomfortable with our relationship. I mean, I've got a few names up my sleeve. The previous post would obviously pin-point someone in particular. And yet, here's another person I am beginning to get sick of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being so fragile and stuff, I am just grateful that at a point, I &lt;U&gt;had&lt;/u&gt; friends who are willing to bring me to the light. Tehee. Yeah, I said &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt;. And I don't mean all of them. There are some, un-supportive people who are really getting on my nerves lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the sarcasm Mister? I mean, yeahh, you've been there for me but I have a boyfriend now, who really is there for me all the time. And I am glad with that fact. I mean, if you really think I might choose you over him, you're wrong. I will gladly choose my boyfriend instead of you, even if it means losing you as one of my not-so-supportive friends. I get it. You think I am being snobbish and stick with my boyfriend all the time, yeah? Its true. AND that is my choice. It was never his choice. I drag him everywhere with me, whereas he never drags me with him. You see? I am the one making these decisions to be together wherever we are, not his. TOTALLY MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you, mister, your sarcasm has taken a toll and got me quite pissed off. I'd go wadefak silently seeing my boyfriend literally hurt with your comments. Believe me, it hurts the hell out of me, even in front of you. If you don't like my boyfriend, spit it out. If you want to see me live my life, why don't you live yours first? Its karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you I tell you. I deserve to be with him and even your so call mind-reading-abilities is not needed to hear me say this ; I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hey, if you're thinking your sarcastic comments is free to go, you are just wrong right there. I hate you and your sarcasms. Go away. End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewwwww. I feel kind of good. :) Whopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps : Hey boyfriend, I'm not gonna do as always. You know, back fire? :) I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-1306541294629473540?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/1306541294629473540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=1306541294629473540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1306541294629473540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1306541294629473540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-now-i-bid-my-farewell-so-long-ex.html' title='and now I bid my farewell , so long ex - guy bff .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-5562069993689614395</id><published>2010-03-12T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T06:46:32.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>bitchy bitchy yeah yeah tata .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, hello mellow.&lt;br /&gt;Here is one thing I'd like to say in your sorry ass.&lt;br /&gt;You don't get to talk about someone like you did sucker. You don't trash people like that. You don't say that one is too focused on one's love story that they flunked their exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. It doesn't work that way when &lt;u&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt; who repeated 4 papers and yet repeats another 1 of the 4, trashes about someone else who took 8 killer papers and repeats half of those killer papers. Unless you score with flying colors, of course I won't be so pissed off. Especially when that particular person is MY boyfriend. I bet you think that being involve in love life results in fatal exam results, you are wrong sucker. Look at you for instant. You're not involve in one, yet you are repeating the same main course paper for the third time. I mean, what does THAT tell you? Look at your friends (if you have any), look at them. They're involve in love life too, and they don't fail like you do. So, make up your own conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psssst, here's my conclusion. Love inspires people to work harder. GOT IT?&lt;br /&gt;Like, hello. Get on with your life already. We're sorry for you that you're abso-fuckin'-lutely unlucky in your love-life, just don't ruin ours. By-the-way and for-your-information ; I don't hate you. But I'm beginning to, seeing and hearing you giving my boyfriend a hard time every now and then. He gets pissed off and ruined his mood and directly ruined mine too. Literally. So, back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus hey, what's with all the negative attention we're getting? Hate you gossipers and haters. Waddefak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh, that felt awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles yaww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-5562069993689614395?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/5562069993689614395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=5562069993689614395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/5562069993689614395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/5562069993689614395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/03/bitchy-bitchy-yeah-yeah-tata.html' title='bitchy bitchy yeah yeah tata .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-2533250774575450811</id><published>2010-03-09T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:31:03.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Seven Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-2533250774575450811?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/2533250774575450811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=2533250774575450811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2533250774575450811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2533250774575450811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-you_31.html' title='i love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-7699411676988693682</id><published>2010-02-18T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:57:44.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you Aza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-7699411676988693682?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/7699411676988693682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=7699411676988693682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7699411676988693682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/7699411676988693682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-you-aza.html' title=''/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-1425222252150977851</id><published>2010-02-09T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:30:27.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Six Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-1425222252150977851?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/1425222252150977851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=1425222252150977851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1425222252150977851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1425222252150977851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-you.html' title='i love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-2720598083020323910</id><published>2010-01-31T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:17:06.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as i dip a finger in the sensitive pot of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a rather sensitive post. Pfft. I'm just, confuse or wonder too much about this issue and it made me post this. No biggie though. Here's a little trend I've been catching up to, so called love triangle. I hope, I WISH I am not stuck in one. I trust him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the thing. Who to blame? In one case, they ditch they spouse and went out with someone else that's either close to their spouse or some sort of "we're not friends" going on around. How do you cope with the guilt? I can't. I mean, no biggie, we're so called still young, but I won't do things that I don't want people to do to me. Its suck maaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we blame the "third party"? What if that third party is also in the "I'm in a relationship" status zone? Who do we blame for the sucky love triangle? Who gets the blame, who gets the emotion protection from the truth?&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/841283305670303086-2720598083020323910?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/2720598083020323910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=2720598083020323910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2720598083020323910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2720598083020323910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-i-dip-finger-in-sensitive-pot-of.html' title='as i dip a finger in the sensitive pot of life.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-1757443486825212929</id><published>2010-01-16T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:52:57.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azalina suzianti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>mehlavee .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Melahvee. Hello bloggie. Miss me fellow readers? :) I know, I know. Been busy, you know. Classes are getting bumpy starts ahead. Busiest days ever. But hey, I am here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little in-depth sarcasm for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH heyyo. Onto the fourth victim now eyh? OHH please. I mean, you should stop victimizing your fellows. You owe them, a lot. Come on. The world doesn't revolve around you, you know. Get a grip pipsqueak. Live on. Might as well, get your butt of other people's lives. It would give peace to many souls. I bet it would. I know it would. It would give mine a piece of harmony. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeeez. No questions for that. I just love being sarcastic at times like these. Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, onto the boyfriend. The lovey dovey. He's losing weight. I am jealous much. I wanna lose weight too, but that is just now allowable, because according to the heart-taker, his girlfriend here is plain skinny . . . but I have huge thighs. :( But that's okay. I enjoy the food a lot nowadays. A little bit of fat cells around my arms would be fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way. There were these two unknown girls who just gets on my nerves, late evening yesterday. You see, I was playing in the pool with the boyfriend, Syafique, and then came this group of four girls. We, as in me and my hero climb up as it was getting late. Two of them enjoyed the water, while the other two just can't keep their eyes off yours truly. Pissed off. I'm like, uggggh. Annoyed much. I tried fighting back their annoying hawk-eyes, but they still hawked around like madd. Uggghh, what is your problem babes? Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeesh. Tak sempat la nak cakap congrats to the not-so-newly-couple. Aza and spouse. :D Sorry lah lambat. Busy bee right here. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, that's it for now. Enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : I focus a lot on my &lt;a href="http://heart-takerstory.tumblr.com"&gt;Syafique ; Heart - Taker Story&lt;/a&gt; nowadays. (Click to read) Everything to do with the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-1757443486825212929?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/1757443486825212929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=1757443486825212929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1757443486825212929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/1757443486825212929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/01/mehlavee.html' title='mehlavee .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-9123561668114843989</id><published>2010-01-12T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:36:55.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisa says'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQ, tomorrow I want your broadband ok! :) Mesti kasi. You promised sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-9123561668114843989?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/9123561668114843989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=9123561668114843989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/9123561668114843989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/9123561668114843989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/01/syafiq-tomorrow-i-want-your-broadband.html' title=''/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-9103356831378162601</id><published>2010-01-09T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T04:37:54.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Five Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-9103356831378162601?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/9103356831378162601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=9103356831378162601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/9103356831378162601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/9103356831378162601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-you-3.html' title='i love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-3934522124953568435</id><published>2010-01-05T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:46:30.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionaire'/><title type='text'>vividly .</title><content type='html'>Ever watched a movie with the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really pissing you off?&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody who doesn’t like you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still talk to the person who hurt you most in life?&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna have a baby before the time your 18?&lt;br /&gt;I'm already 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;Fabio DaSilva. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 8 am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Another survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Bali :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to another country?&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Negara jiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;"Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Three quarts and a simple shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the last sporting event you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Erk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone watch you the last time you kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;Nope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody you wish you could be with right now?&lt;br /&gt;Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was your last kiss drunk or sober?&lt;br /&gt;Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing a band-aid?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love anyone?&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person you were in a car with?&lt;br /&gt;Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week, have you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you straighten your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you satisfied with your life as of now?&lt;br /&gt;Not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you miss most about your past?&lt;br /&gt;Joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the last place you went besides your house?&lt;br /&gt;College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next 3 months, what are you looking forward to most?&lt;br /&gt;A better stage of y relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone who can ALWAYS make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had the chance to travel back in time, would you?&lt;br /&gt;No. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;3 am. Buffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of when you think of Australia?&lt;br /&gt;Kangaroos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of your friends have children?&lt;br /&gt;Akma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old will you be turning on your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Twenty. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people often misprounce your name?&lt;br /&gt;That and misspelled too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing anybody?&lt;br /&gt;Badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-3934522124953568435?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/3934522124953568435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=3934522124953568435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3934522124953568435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3934522124953568435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/01/vividly.html' title='vividly .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-5565311867837574388</id><published>2010-01-05T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:29:11.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionaire'/><title type='text'>happy together .</title><content type='html'>How did it all begin?&lt;br /&gt;- ECO 162. Precious Miss Akidah.&lt;br /&gt;Where did you meet?&lt;br /&gt;- ECO 162.&lt;br /&gt;Was it love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;- EhMaGod. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;How old were you both?&lt;br /&gt;- I was 19, he was 20.&lt;br /&gt;When did you have your first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;- My own little secret? :P&lt;br /&gt;How long until you met the parents?&lt;br /&gt;- I met them during Eid. :)&lt;br /&gt;When was it official?&lt;br /&gt;- 9th August 2009. 1818 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Whats your happiest memory of him?&lt;br /&gt;- Every memory becomes the happiest memory of him.&lt;br /&gt;What is the sweetest thing he has ever done for you?&lt;br /&gt;- He waited while I was in OT.&lt;br /&gt;Does he buy you lots of gifts?&lt;br /&gt;- I got Johnny!&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite thing to do together?&lt;br /&gt;- Talking and talking and talking. :D&lt;br /&gt;When did you know you were falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;- Ehmagod.&lt;br /&gt;Who said I love you first?&lt;br /&gt;- Him. :)&lt;br /&gt;How do you know this is love?&lt;br /&gt;- I knew I was deeply in love when he wanted to back away. I cried. :(&lt;br /&gt;Whats his worst habit?&lt;br /&gt;- Gatal :P&lt;br /&gt;What annoys you about him?&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone needs him as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;Has he ever hurt you badly?&lt;br /&gt;- Never.&lt;br /&gt;Would he ever cheat?&lt;br /&gt;- I know he won't.&lt;br /&gt;Has he ever cheated?&lt;br /&gt;- While we were inofficial.&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust him?&lt;br /&gt;- Cross my heart and hope to die. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;Best facial feature?&lt;br /&gt;- His cheeks. His lips. His killer eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite part of his body?&lt;br /&gt;- His chest. His shoulder. His arms.&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour?&lt;br /&gt;- Burgundy.&lt;br /&gt;What is he wearing when you picture him in your head?&lt;br /&gt;- His red tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTIMACY.&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when he holds you?&lt;br /&gt;- Safe. Protected. Loved.&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when you fall asleep and wake up in his arms?&lt;br /&gt;- EHmagod. I want that.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when he touches you?&lt;br /&gt;- Shy. :)&lt;br /&gt;Does his touch give you goose bumps?&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Does he kiss your neck?&lt;br /&gt;- Eh, eh, got eh?&lt;br /&gt;Your tummy?&lt;br /&gt;- Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Your forehead?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEEP AND MEANINGFUL.&lt;br /&gt;Could you be without him?&lt;br /&gt;- I can't possibly imagine that now.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think about him constantly when your apart?&lt;br /&gt;- Always.&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been together?&lt;br /&gt;- Almost 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;Can you see a future together?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to get married?&lt;br /&gt;- Duuuh. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Have children?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. I wanna have your babies.&lt;br /&gt;Where can you see your relationship in 5 years time?&lt;br /&gt;- Settling down? :P&lt;br /&gt;Do you know there is definitely no-one better out there for you?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. He's the one.&lt;br /&gt;How do you know this?&lt;br /&gt;- Heart intuition.&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared he might find someone better?&lt;br /&gt;- He might. :(&lt;br /&gt;Is he your best friend as well as your lover?&lt;br /&gt;- Definitely!&lt;br /&gt;Does he come first over everyone else in your life?&lt;br /&gt;- Right after the love of family. You know, he'll be family too.&lt;br /&gt;Would you die for him?&lt;br /&gt;- Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;Whats the funniest thing you have ever done together?&lt;br /&gt;- Ehmagod. Too many. :') Geeez.&lt;br /&gt;Say something that only you two understand.&lt;br /&gt;- Ayam jantan dengan kucing.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have nick names for each other?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Yes. Our first nick names were "Kecik" and "Comel".&lt;br /&gt;Does he make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- All the time.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wrestle?&lt;br /&gt;- No. We punch each other.&lt;br /&gt;Is he ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;- VERY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS.&lt;br /&gt;The last time you saw him?&lt;br /&gt;- Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed him?&lt;br /&gt;- Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to him?&lt;br /&gt;- On the phone at 11 something.&lt;br /&gt;The last text he sent you?&lt;br /&gt;- "Yeah.. Panas gle.. Alergic sket.. Sure dmm nnt.. Pegi dlu k.. Ily.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WILL YOU..&lt;br /&gt;See him again?&lt;br /&gt;- Tomorrow. Please oh please.&lt;br /&gt;Speak to him again?&lt;br /&gt;- As soon as he's done with his specs.&lt;br /&gt;Tell him you love him again?&lt;br /&gt;- Then next time I talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER..&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night together?&lt;br /&gt;- Not yet. :P&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated a holiday together?&lt;br /&gt;- Not yet. :(&lt;br /&gt;Met his parents?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Had naughty time?&lt;br /&gt;- We're mischevious.&lt;br /&gt;Made him cry?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah? I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Done anything spontaneous together?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure. :)&lt;br /&gt;Is this love?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes it is. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-5565311867837574388?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/5565311867837574388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=5565311867837574388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/5565311867837574388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/5565311867837574388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-together.html' title='happy together .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-5484116148250595356</id><published>2009-12-31T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:09:00.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syed adib'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azalina suzianti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>and i take my bow , fly by old friend .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lots had happened in 2009. And thus, lots &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; happen in 2010. Its the world right? I mean, things just go round and round in circles. What had happened, will happen again, slightly different if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened in 2009?&lt;br /&gt;1. Huge crush on Syafique. :D&lt;br /&gt;2. The loss of a great, true and kind friend. Bless you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Passed FAR 100 with an A. :))&lt;br /&gt;4. Mutual relationship with Syafique.&lt;br /&gt;5. Gave him my first materialistic present for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;6. Became his girl yaww!&lt;br /&gt;7. Passed FAR 150 with an A-. (I still get to gloat about it, my boyfriend is proud of me.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Aza broke up with her long term boyfriend. He's no good anyway babe. You deserve more.&lt;br /&gt;9. Admitted to the hospital of appendectomy and bleeding ruptured corpus luteal cyst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many memoirs. *Sniffles. I'm just too sad to say goodbye, with the adding effect where 9 is my favorite number and now we have to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope 2010 will turn out better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEEPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ell.&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/841283305670303086-5484116148250595356?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/5484116148250595356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=5484116148250595356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/5484116148250595356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/5484116148250595356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2009/12/lots-had-happened-in-2009.html' title='and i take my bow , fly by old friend .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-6723287563250265176</id><published>2009-12-31T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T02:06:14.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>you make my mind and body feel so free .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heyhey.&lt;br /&gt;I went to college today. Can you believe it? After my operation two weeks ago. LOL. My mum dropped me in front of the gate as she would not let me walk around too much. I even have to wear sandals (no more heels). :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with Syafique and he wore white. We didn't planned it so I was so touched. He was so adorable, like if I can do it my way,  gobble him up that very minute. *Winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Chubee very much after I sat with Syafique. Prank called her. LOL. Met Diffan next. I can only remember one line, and one line online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku dengan Olivia dah jadi best friend kat FB".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Itu je aku ingat D. :D Then I met Aswad, Dyla, Mira and Aliaa. I hang out at Lynn's place, made Syafique watch me eat lunch at 5 and waited for 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm glad I get to meet them girls back! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ell.&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/841283305670303086-6723287563250265176?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/6723287563250265176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=6723287563250265176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/6723287563250265176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/6723287563250265176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-make-my-mind-and-body-feel-so-free.html' title='you make my mind and body feel so free .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-6942268876170066472</id><published>2009-12-29T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:04:25.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun facts'/><title type='text'>birthdate .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The birthday is a supporting influence added to the Life Path. Think of it as a modifier to the Life Path. These are traits that you brought into this life much as with the more important and dominating traits shown by the Life Path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your birthday and the modifying traits shown by it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;The number 1 energy suggests an increased measure of executive ability and leadership qualities than you path may have indicated. A birthday on day 1 of any month gives greater will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach. This 1 energy may diminish your ability and desire to handle details, preferring instead to paint with a broad brush. You may be sensitive, but your feeling stay rather repressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your birth on the 2nd day of the month adds a degree of emotion, sensitivity, and intuition to your reading. The 2 is a very social number allowing you to make friends easily and quickly. Yet you are apt to have a rather nervous air in the company of a large group. You have a warmhearted nature and emotional understanding that constantly seeks affection. You are more prone than most to become depressed and moody, as emotions can turn inward and cause anxiety and mental turmoil. It can be hard for you to bounce back to reality when depression sets in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;Being born on the 3rd day of the month is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, sometimes "couldn't care less" attitude. You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing. You are energetic and always a good conversationalist. You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters. You are affectionate and loving, but sometimes too sensitive. You are subject to rapid ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Being born on the 4th day of the month should help make you a better manager and organizer. You may be more responsible and self-disciplined than your Life Path suggested because of this date. Sincere and honest, you are a serious and hard working individual. Limitations may be imposed by this 4 energy, especially if this number is active elsewhere in your reading. Your feelings are likely to seem somewhat repressed at times. The number 4 has something of an inhibiting effect on your ability to show and express affections, as feeling are very closely regulated and controlled. Even if it by itself, you are apt to be much more practical, rational, and conscious of details. There is a good deal of rigidity and stubbornness associated with the number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;With a birthday on the 5th of the month you are inclined to work well with people and enjoy them. You are talented and versatile, very good at presenting ideas. You may have a tendency to get itchy feet at times and need change and travel. You tend to be very progressive, imaginative and adaptable. Your mind is quick, clever and analytical. A restlessness in your nature may make you a bit impatient and easily bored with routine. You may have a tendency to shirk responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;A birthday on the 6th of the month adds a tone of responsibility, helpfulness, and understanding to your natural inclinations. Those born on the sixth are more apt to be open and honest with everyone, and more caring about family and friends, too. This is a number associated with responsibility and caring, and no matter what your lifepath, this birthday lends a degree of concern for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Born on the 7th day of month gives you a tendency to be something of a perfectionist and makes you more individualistic in many ways. Your mind is good at deep mental analysis and complicated reasoning. You are very psychic and sensitive, and you should usually follow your hunches. You may not take orders too well, so you may want to work along or in a situation where you can be the boss. This birthday gives a tendency to be somewhat self-centered and a little stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Born on the 8th day of the month, you have a special gift for business, as you can conceive and plan on a grand scale. You have good executive skills and you're a good judge of values. You should try to own your own business, because you have such a strong desire to be in control. You are generally reliable when it comes to handling money; you can be trusted in this regard. Idealistic by nature, you are never too busy to spend some time on worthwhile causes, especially if managerial support are needed. There is much potential for material success associated with this number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your birth on the 9th day of the month adds a tone of idealism and humanitarianism to your nature. You become one who can work easily with people because you are broadminded, tolerant and generous. You are ever sensitive to others' needs and feelings, and even if the other numbers in your core makeup don't show it, you are very sympathetic and compassionate. Your feeling run deep and you often find yourself in dramatically charged situations. This 9 energy always tends to give more that it gets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 10th day of the month adds a tone of independence and extra energy to your Life Path. The number 1 energy suggest more executive ability and leadership qualities than you path may have indicated. A birthday on the 10th of any month gives greater will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach. This 1 energy may diminish your ability and desire to handle details, preferring instead to paint with a broad brush. You are sensitive, but your feeling stay somewhat repressed. You have a compelling manner that can be dominating in many situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 11th day of the month makes you something of a dreamer and an idealist. You work well with people because you know how to use persuasion rather than force. There is a strong spiritual side to your nature, and you may have intuitive qualities inherent in your make up, too. You are very aware and sensitive, though often temperamental. Although you have a good mind and you are very analytical, you may not be comfortable in the business world. You are definitely creative and this influence tends to make you more of a dreamer than a doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;Being born on the 12th day of the month (3 energy) is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, sometimes "couldn't care less" attitude. You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing. You are energetic and always a good conversationalist. You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters. Your mind is practical and rational despite this tendency to jump about. You are affectionate and loving, but very sensitive. You are subject to rapid ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;Being born on the 13th day of the month should help make you a better manager and organizer, but it may also give you a tendency to dominate people a bit. You may be more responsible and self-disciplined than your Life Path suggested because of this date. Sincere and honest, you are a serious, hard working individual. Limitations may be imposed by this 4 energy, especially if there is additional indications the number elsewhere in your number. Your feeling are likely to seem somewhat repressed at times. Even if it by itself, you are apt to be much more practical, rational, and conscious of details. Your intolerance and insistence on complete accuracy can be irritating to some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;br /&gt;With a birthday on the 14th of the month (5 energy) you are inclined to work well with people and enjoy them. You are talented and versatile, very good at presenting ideas, and you are also very good at organization and systematizing. You may have a tendency to get itchy feet at times and need change and travel. You tend to be very progressive, imaginative and adaptable. Your mind is quick, clever and analytical. A restlessness in your nature may make you a bit impatient and easily bored with routine, and rebel against it. You have a tendency to shirk responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;br /&gt;With a birthday on the 15th of any month, you are apt to have really strong attachments to home, family and domestic scene. The 1 and 5 equaling 6, provide the sort of energy that makes you an excellent parent or teacher. You are very responsible and capable. This is an attractive and an attracting influence. You like harmony in your environment and strive to maintain it. You tend to learn by observation rather than study and research. You may like to cook, but you probably don't follow recipes. This number shows artistic leanings and would certainly support an talents that may be otherwise in your makeup. You're a very generous and giving person, but perhaps a bit stubborn in ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 16th day of the month gives a sense of loneliness and generally the desire to work alone. You are relatively inflexible, and insist on your being independent. You need a good deal of time to rest and to meditate. You are introspective and a little stubborn. Because of this, it may not be easy for you to maintain permanent relationships, but you probably will as you are very much into home and family. This birth day inclines to interests in the technical, the scientific, and to the religious or the unknown realm of spiritual explorations. The date gives you a tendency to seek unusual approaches and makes your style seem a little different and unique to those around you. Your intuition is aided by the day of your birth, but most of your actions are bedded in logic, responsibility, and the rational approach. You may be emotional, but have a hard time expressing these emotions. Because of this, there may be some difficulty in giving or receiving affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 17th day of the month suggests that you are very fortune financially, because this date is very good for business interest and a solid business sense. Although you are probably very honest and ethical, this birthday enables you to be shrewd and successful in the world of business and commercial enterprise. You have excellent organizational, managerial, and administrative capabilities enabling you to handle large projects and significant amounts of money with relative ease. You are ambitious and highly goal-oriented, although you may be better at starting projects than you are at finishing them. A sensitivity in your nature, often repressed below the surface of awareness, makes it hard to give or receive affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday on the 18th day of the month suggests than you are one who can work well with a group, but still remain someone who needs to maintain individual identity. There is a humanistic or philanthropic approach to business circumstances in which you find yourself. You may have good executive abilities, as you are very much the organizer and administrator. You are broad-minded, tolerant and generous; a compassionate person that can inspire others with imaginative ideas. Some of your feelings may be expressed, but even more of them are apt to be repressed. There is a lot of drama in your personality and in the way you express yourself to others. Oddly enough, you don't expect as much in return as you give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 19th day of the month adds a tone of independence and extra energy to your Life Path, but poses a number of obstacles to overcome before you are able to be as independent as you would like. The number 1 energy suggests more executive ability and leadership qualities than your path may have indicated. A birthday on the 19th of any month gives greater will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach; but with this, a somewhat self-centered approach to life that may be in conflict with some of the other influences in your life. This 1 energy may diminish your ability and desire to handle details, preferring instead to paint with a broad brush. You are sensitive, but your feeling stay somewhat repressed. You have a compelling manner that can be dominating in many situations. You do not tend to follow convention or take advice very well. Consequently, you tend to learn through experience; sometimes hard experiences. The 19/1 is a loner number and you may experience feelings of being alone even if you are married. You may take on a tendency to be nervous and anger more easily than your Life Path number suggests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 20th day of the month adds a degree of emotion, sensitivity, and intuition to your reading. The 2 energy provided here is very social, allowing you to make friends easily and quickly. Yet you are apt to have a rather nervous air in the company of a large group. You have a warmhearted nature and emotional understanding that constantly seeks affection. You are very prone to become depressed and moody, as emotions can turn inward and cause anxiety and mental turmoil. It can be hard for you to bounce back to reality when depression sets in. When things are going well, you can go just as far the other way and become extremely affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;Being born on the 21st day of the month (3 energy) is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, sometimes "couldn't care less" attitude. You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing. You are energetic and always a good conversationalist. You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters. Your mind is practical and rational despite this tendency to jump about. You are affectionate and loving, but very sensitive. You are subject to rapid ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;While sometimes employing unorthodox approaches, you are capable of handling large scale undertakings, assuming great responsibility, and working long and hard towards their completion. Often, especially in the early part of life, there is rigidity or stubbornness, and a tendency to repress feelings. Idealistic, you work for the greater good with a good deal of inner strength and charisma. An extremely capable organizer, but likely to paint with broad strokes rather than detail. You are very aware and intuitive. You are subject to a good deal of nervous tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23&lt;br /&gt;With a birthday on the 23rd of the month (5 energy) you are inclined to work well with people and enjoy them. You are talented and versatile, very good at presenting ideas. You may have a tendency to get itchy feet at times and need change and travel. You tend to be very progressive, imaginative and adaptable. Your mind is quick, clever and analytical. A restlessness in your nature may make you a bit impatient and easily bored with routine. You may have a tendency to shirk responsibility. Very sociable, you make friends easily and you are an excellent traveling companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;Born on the 24th, you have a greater capacity for responsibility and helping others than may have shown in your life path. You may also become the mediator and peacemaker in inharmonious situations. Devoted to family, you tend to manage and protect. This birth date adds to the emotional nature and perhaps to the sensitivities. Affections are important to you; both the giving and the receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 25th day of the month (7 energy) modifies your life path by giving you some special interest in technical, scientific, or other complex and often hard to understand subjects. You may become something of a perfectionist and a stickler for details. Your thinking is logical and intuitive, rational and responsible. Your feelings may run deep, but you are not very likely to let them show. This birthday makes you a more private person, more introspective and perhaps more inflexible. In friendships you are very cautious and reserved. You are probably inventive, and given to unique approaches and solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 26th day of the month (8 energy) modifies your life path by increasing your capability to function and succeed in the business world. In this environment you have the skills to work very well with others thanks to the 2 and 6 energies combining in this date. There is a marked increase in organizational, managerial, and administrative abilities. You are efficient and handle money very well. Ambitious and energetic, while generally remaining cooperative and adaptable. You are conscientious and not afraid of responsibility. Generally sociable and diplomatic, you tend to use persuasion rather than force. You have a wonderful combination of being good at both the broad strokes and the fine detail; good at starting and continuing. This birthday is practical and realistic, often seeking material satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 27th day of the month (9 energy) adds a tone of selflessness and humanitarianism to your life path. Certainly, you are one who can work very well with people, but at the same time you need a good bit of time to be by your self to rest and meditate. Regardless of your life path number, there is a very humanistic and philanthropic approach in most of things that you do. This birthday helps you be broadminded, tolerant, generous and very cooperative. You are the type of person who uses persuasion rather than force to achieve your ends. You tend to be very sensitive to others' needs and feelings, and you able to give much in the way of friendship without expecting a lot in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 28th day of the month (1 energy) adds a tone of independence and extra energy to your Life Path. The number 1 energy suggest more executive ability and leadership qualities than you path may have indicated. A birthday on the 28th of any month gives greater will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach. Unlike much of the other 1 energy, this birthday is one that endow with the ability to start a job and continue on until it is finished. You may prefer to use the broad brush, but you can handle details as well. You are sensitive, but your feeling stay somewhat repressed. You have a compelling manner that can be dominating in many situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday on the 29th adds a tone of idealism to your nature. You are imaginative and creative, but rather uncomfortable in the business world. You are very aware and sensitive, with outstanding intuitive skills and analytical abilities. The 29 reduces to 11, one of the master numbers which often produces much nervous tension. This is the birthday of the dreamer rather than the doer. You do, however, work very well with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday on the 30th day of the month shows individual self-expression is necessary for your happiness. You tend to have a good way of expressing yourself with words, certainly in a manner that is clear and understandable. You have a good chance of success in fields requiring skill with words. You can be very dramatic in your presentation and you may be a good actor or a natural mimic. You have a vivid imagination that can assist you in becoming a good writer or story-teller. Strong in your opinions, you always tend to think you are on the right side of an issue. There may be a tendency to scatter your energies and have a lot of loose ends in your work. You may have significant artistic talent and be very creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday suggests that you are a good organizer and manager, an energetic and dependable worker; attributes often showing success in the business world. Serious and sincere, you have the patience and determination necessary to accomplish a great deal. Your approach can be original, but often rigid and stubborn. Sensitivity may be present, but feeling are likely to be repressed. You are good with detail and insist on accuracy, but at times scatter energies. Practical thinker, but not without imagination. You love travel and don't like to live alone. You should probably marry early, for responsibility is necessary for your stability.&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/841283305670303086-6942268876170066472?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/6942268876170066472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=6942268876170066472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/6942268876170066472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/6942268876170066472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthdate.html' title='birthdate .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-3528024154322163342</id><published>2009-12-29T13:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:26:19.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>heart taker story comes to life .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got a new Tumblr account. Its very much dedicated to the love of my life I have ; Syafique. :) Check it out, ok? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heart-takerstory.tumblr.com/"&gt;Syafique ; Heart Taker Story.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(click it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another personal blog. Second one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sikecikmolek.tumblr.com"&gt;The Little Girl.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-3528024154322163342?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/3528024154322163342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=3528024154322163342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3528024154322163342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3528024154322163342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart-taker-story-comes-to-life.html' title='heart taker story comes to life .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-545094286005361474</id><published>2009-12-28T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:42:25.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azalina suzianti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safinah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>you know i can if you can , honey , but honey , please don't .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Updated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not allowed to diet, anymore. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) My boyfriend thinks I'm too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;Which I think is ridiculous. I'm not skinny. I'm not even close to skinny. I have big bums *winks*, incredibly large thighs, and  he thinks I'm &lt;u&gt;too&lt;/u&gt; skinny. Sheesh boyfriend! Good thing I love you, I trust you and I don't wanna hurt you. My boyfriend says I should weigh around 55 kgs and I'm like OhMaGawd, that's too much. I now stands at 49 kgs, and trust me, its not a pretty view. I'm short, for god's sake. Being 55 kgs will make me look like a pig. Short and plump. Oh no. But I can't go on my diet, because If I lose weight, he'll dump me. So, got to get those extra helpings in, right? *Winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Aza dengan Ina pun tak bagi diet.&lt;br /&gt;Huargh. Why la you girls join his forces of keeping me "huge"? Good thing I love you girls as well. Ye la, Ina call je, all she said was "Ha, tu la Kak Lisa, diet lagi." *Shrieks. Tak diet pun okay. See, mr boyfriend tak bagi. (Refer to upper paragraph :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Idora joins the force. :P&lt;br /&gt;I received a comment from her that goes "Why sooooo skinny?" added up with an angry emoticon. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no, I won't go on my diet, even though I'm already plump and on my maximum weight. Oh, hopefully I still can fit through my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal : WILL NOT go on a diet. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-545094286005361474?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/545094286005361474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=545094286005361474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/545094286005361474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/545094286005361474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-i-can-if-you-can-honey-but.html' title='you know i can if you can , honey , but honey , please don&apos;t .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-8921915508498495754</id><published>2009-12-28T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:45:45.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sing along'/><title type='text'>the call.</title><content type='html'>It started out as a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Which then grew into hope&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet thought&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet word&lt;br /&gt;And then that word grew louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;Till it was a battle cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back when you call me&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because everything's changing&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean it's never been this way before&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is try to know who your friends are&lt;br /&gt;As you head off to war&lt;br /&gt;Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back when it's over&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back when it's over&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're back to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;It's just a feeling and no one knows yet&lt;br /&gt;But just because they can't feel it, too&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't means that you have to forget&lt;br /&gt;Let your memories grow stronger and stronger&lt;br /&gt;Till they're before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back when they call you&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back when they call you&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer : Regina Spektor.&lt;br /&gt;Title : The Call .&lt;br /&gt;Album : The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-8921915508498495754?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/8921915508498495754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=8921915508498495754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8921915508498495754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8921915508498495754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2009/12/call.html' title='the call.'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-8950140630281708036</id><published>2009-12-27T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:44:18.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>if i could say what i wanna say .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Howdy woody :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just checking out my previous blog and realized that, I don't blog much anymore. Sheeesh. I wonder why? I used to talk a lot. I used to tell everyone my gushiness towards my then-not-yet-boyfriend. I still gushed over him though. I still get those butterflies when I hear his voice or when calls my name. I still sleep smiling after late-night conversations we had nicely. I remember pretty well how deep my crush was on him. Mind you, I still do have those crushes on him. I still get nervous when I look at him. I still get fluttered when he looks at me. I still do. Pathetically, I adore him, even when he's in front of me, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember our first phone call. His call. His call that change my nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, how can someone get over something that is so much like a fantasy but in fact a reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the living proof. I love you Syafique. I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ell.&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/841283305670303086-8950140630281708036?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/8950140630281708036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=8950140630281708036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8950140630281708036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/8950140630281708036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-could-say-what-i-wanna-say.html' title='if i could say what i wanna say .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-3228710570629358957</id><published>2009-12-24T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:18:06.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisa says'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend hates me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-3228710570629358957?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/3228710570629358957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=3228710570629358957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3228710570629358957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/3228710570629358957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-boyfriend-hates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-4519510748164974088</id><published>2009-12-24T12:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:15:56.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisa says'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i text you , that means i miss you .&lt;br /&gt;when i don't text you , that means i'm waiting for you to miss me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-4519510748164974088?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/4519510748164974088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=4519510748164974088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/4519510748164974088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/4519510748164974088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-i-text-you-that-means-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-4727349096938568558</id><published>2009-12-23T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:26:12.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syafique'/><title type='text'>not just for the things you've done for me .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heyyy. :) Long time no post. Too much had happened especially recently. I was admitted to Hospital Putrajaya because I was suspected for appendectomy. Crazy, right? I remembered calling Syafique Wednesday morning, crying to him that I had a painful stomachache. My mom drove me to a nearby clinic which the doctor gave me a 70% possibility of appendectomy. We went to Hospital Putrajaya right away, straight to the Emergency Unit. I was admitted that night. The next morning, I was prepared for operation. While operating, the surgeons discovered ovarian cyst, or in easy words, was bleeding. It must have looked awful because it took half the day for everything to be done. Anyway, I'm home now. Recovering. Wish me well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, thanks for coming by. 2 days in a row. I won't forget that. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ell.&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/841283305670303086-4727349096938568558?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/4727349096938568558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=4727349096938568558&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/4727349096938568558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/4727349096938568558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-just-for-things-youve-done-for-me.html' title='not just for the things you&apos;ve done for me .'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-2762209718702418022</id><published>2009-12-09T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T04:34:23.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Four Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-2762209718702418022?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/2762209718702418022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=2762209718702418022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2762209718702418022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2762209718702418022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you-3.html' title='i love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>chachachobits</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6Amv7B1P0/TE1aLlDXk2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/CQ4viTneDmw/S220/Kijal+(14).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841283305670303086.post-2667694539881992122</id><published>2009-11-09T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T04:32:50.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>i love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Three Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you Syafique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841283305670303086-2667694539881992122?l=sikecikmolek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/feeds/2667694539881992122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841283305670303086&amp;postID=2667694539881992122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2667694539881992122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841283305670303086/posts/default/2667694539881992122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sikecikmolek.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-you-3.html' 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