<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:04:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-5599769351782579322</id><published>2009-05-04T15:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:52:14.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm back to work for 3 days on Labour Day, Saturday and Sunday. So, there's this girl at my workplace. No comment about her look. But what i heard is that she changes her boyfriend very often. Cool huh? And all her boyfriends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; seen are around 25 to 30 plus years old. which she is about 20 i guessed. Finally, in this 3 days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; work i saw her latest YOUNG boyfriend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;! That guy looks like a scientist or i don't know but he is YOUNG. So my sisters dare me to stare and wink at him. And i did. Guess What? When i stare, he smiles. but when i wink, he did it too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to that couple. I told the girl. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yaya&lt;/span&gt;, look at your boyfriend. he winks at me!" and so they started quarrelling. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a small conflict with my Real Sister. It all started when i ignored her when she's nagging at me. Don't you feel tired when someone keeps nagging at you and it's almost 10 times a day. okay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so damn tired of it. so the next day. i was late for work. and my wallet gone missing. i have no time to look for it cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really really late for work. but i knew my wallet is in my bag. i was wandering at work where the hell is my wallet? did i actually left it in the bus?? so after work, i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WRL&lt;/span&gt; at report that i lost my wallet in bus 858 on 1st may at about 7.. when i reached home, i sat in my room. thinking about my wallet. than i remembered about what i saw that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that morning, i saw her standing right beside my wardrobe. i was sleeping at that time and i actually peeps on what she's doing. but i didn't see anything. so i went back to sleep. when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking about my wallet, at he same time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; curious to know what she's doing that morning. so i stand at where she stand. and guess what? i saw my wallet at the back of my wardrobe. so u get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! i love my baby so much! cause he bought that bag specially for me with spring in it which my wallet can flew out from the bag to the back of my wardrobe. i wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; as small as my wallet. so that when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; late for work i will just have to stay in my bag. automatically, i know that i will start flying. and when i know i realise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; already at work. just like my wallet that ends up at the back of my wardrobe. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morning. i was searching for my make-up box all over my room. but i just can't find it. so i asked my sister where she put that thing? she said it's on top of the Wardrobe. Oh please! I've been climbing the chair times and times for that box but i still can't find it. so i told her that it's not there. than she say it is in the other bow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;! there's still so much space up there but why did she purposely put it in the other box! i was so pissed off at that time. and she started nagging again. i kept my self in silent mode. cause i know it would be long story. i thought everything has ended there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was on my way to work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mumy&lt;/span&gt; called me and told me that my sister cries this and that. again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking what did i do? i thought i kept myself silent. so i called her to asked what now? but she rejected my calls and did not reply my message. so i ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, i kept myself quiet. at night, when i was ironing my shirt i forget to change the plug to on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; fan cause my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; is polishing his boots with the fan before i started ironing my shirt. the he said he feels warm. and when he realise the fan was already of cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; using the plug. he said "stupid. all u think is about yourself." than i say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;opps&lt;/span&gt;! sorry i forget. than i changed the plug." then he continues "no wonder people hates u." then i was like, is he okay? or he's trying to pick fight with me? so i say. "i don't give a damn if people hates me. i won't die without them." in fact i don't really need anyone in my life either friends or even my siblings. i just need my parents for the sake of money and a little love. i just don't understand what is it that he want. all i know is that he's not happy when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; happy. but why? i love looking at others living happily with their siblings. but i just can't get bonded with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-5599769351782579322?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/5599769351782579322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=5599769351782579322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5599769351782579322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5599769351782579322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-im-back-to-work-for-3-days-on.html' title=''/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-1956112244035514967</id><published>2009-04-25T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:53:32.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sad story to share. as many people know, my dad loves me so much.  but guess what.  he bashed me two days ago.  bruises on my face and hand.  Why??  because i dissapoints him.  juz imagine someone u really love and u gave ur everything to that person and that person betrays ur trust.  isn't it dissapointing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the story was like this.  as per normal.  my dad will always perform his prayers in my room when its availabe.  so he went into my room.  okay, my bag was on a chair juz beside my daddy.  before praying.  he took a glance into my bag.  it was an unexpected that he found a pack of cigarette and a small lighter in my bag.  he took it out and ask me whose is it.  i said i don't know.  mum said it was my brother's.  i just kept quiet and pretend that it wasn't mine.  so, dad gave me the last chance to admit.  and i said it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went near me and ask why i smoke.  i took out my glasses coz i know i'm gonna get a nice kiss of his big hands.  and i'm ready.  i said i don't know.  and so i got slapped, punched and he pulled my hair.  i'm not talking big but i just can't feel the pain outside.  i'm hurt in the inside when i realise hurt he feels when he knows that i'm actually not his good girl.  i've smoke for years.  but only now he knews about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have three secrets with me.  the first one have just been revealed.  it left the second and third one.  i hope my dad wont know about it.  or he'll be more hurt and might hate me.  i love my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yea.  someone pretended to be Paris Hilton.  haha.  i thought i'm the only thick-skinned that uses paris HILTON's name.  in fact, there's another one more. okay. i won't be using that name anymore. happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-1956112244035514967?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/1956112244035514967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=1956112244035514967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1956112244035514967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1956112244035514967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2009/04/sad-story-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-1089677585649617873</id><published>2009-03-20T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:33:27.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got TWO new kittens</title><content type='html'>yesterday was my CRN(communication relations) and OFC(office communication) CA. i've always been counting the days since 1 march. damn! 19 days is like hell man. anyway its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my cat, Poh, gave birth to TWO orange kittens. yes. they're their father's, Garfield, colour. But! Guess what? one of her kitten has a long tail. which both Poh and Garfield has a short tail.i wonder if Poh have had sex with other male cats. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ouh yea. today is my last day of school. Wee! and we're having a 3 weeks holiday. so will start work tomorrow. and meet my baby there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION!: calling for last year 4Caring, Evergreen, CPA students. u guys remember when you're suppose to do powerpoint slides for 'N' Level. If you are still keeping your powerpoint slides. Don't mind giving it to me. I need it for my holiday assignment. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alysaeudora R. Ali, i need it from you. I know. Art student looking for CPA student for help. Say whatever you wanna say. I really need it. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-1089677585649617873?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/1089677585649617873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=1089677585649617873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1089677585649617873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1089677585649617873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-two-new-kittens.html' title='i got TWO new kittens'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-4115705643550466364</id><published>2009-03-18T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:04:42.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back!</title><content type='html'>hello! back to blogging. i've been mising for 4months. from November to this month, March. here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November And December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked as an Aircraft Internal CLEANER(AIC) at SATS. that job was so damn tiring but fun. and thats where my love story with KAI begins. Hehe. and ouh yea, i dumped iskandar as soon as i start working dere. Haha! and ouh yea. countdown sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts. im now in ITE BISHAN. Office Skills. made friends with this two girls. ida and sabrina. and close friends with jake, zul, hakim and nong. celebrate my birthday with nong, ida and my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Febuary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to update blog. and now, i am gonna always blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-4115705643550466364?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/4115705643550466364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=4115705643550466364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4115705643550466364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4115705643550466364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='im back!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-1080065672536559792</id><published>2008-11-03T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:33:57.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. this is best.. on the phone with alysa last night till about 2+.. today, we're supposed to meet at 12.. and she asked me to wake her up at 10.30am.. now is already 1.30pm.. woke up at 10.30am juz now.. called her 3times but she didnt pick up any calls.. so i continue sleeping.. den at 12.30pm.. darling called.. oh yea.. aini said she's gonna call me at 12.30pm sharp.. tapi tk call ponn... so, talk to darling for a while.. den call alysa again.. again she didnt pick up my calls.. i even message her to wake up and call me.. but she didnt.. i knew this will happen.. because last night.. after talking to me.. she was on the phone with fadli.. her TO-BE boyfriend.. we ended our conversation at about 3.. so she might be sleeping about 4 to 5 maybe.. i dont know.. anyway.. Thank You so much Alysa/Dowa Hoffman or Alysaeudora Rossanne Ali for keeping me wait for u.. i HATE u, shit head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is mum's birthday! OMG! still havent buy anything yet!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-1080065672536559792?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/1080065672536559792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=1080065672536559792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1080065672536559792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1080065672536559792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7312391472057520405</id><published>2008-11-02T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:34:47.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days to mummy bdae.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mother's birthday is in 2 days, planning to bake a cake for her. Since I've spent all the money I had, I'm currently on a low budget. Bombay came to my house while I was looking through the cake recipes, then bombay wanted to get some fresh air, so I decided to go to the shop to look for the ingredients. I looked at all the prices and calculated, I might have to spend a total amount of $30. My plan is to head to Bombay's crib on Tuesday morning to bake the cake. This morning I woke superb early, went to Johor with my parents. Looked at the double storey houses over there. Dad is planning on buying the house over there in 5 years time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, while I was cracking my brain, planning what to do for my mum on her birthday, Aini called. I thought she wanted to have another one of those random talks, but she brought up the whole AIDS conversation. I did say that, but Aini, I always ask you if you were ever offended by my way of joking. I've told you time again my joke is always harsh, just look at the way I tease Alysa. I think it's much worst than what you got. Even better, I always tease her in front of a whole lot of people, was she ever offended, no, in fact she teased me back. What I said to you, was between us two, no one else heard it and you're still offended? I'm not trying to blame you, but when we think about it, whatever we said was supposed to stay within us three. Maybe it was wrong for us to be talking about your family, but who brought it up? We always want you to be happy with us therefore we try not to talk about your family because at that point of time you were having some problem with your family. Let's just forget about this, because if we were to drag his on for too long, it will never end. We'll forget this ever happened and you'll still be considered a friend. BUT we shall never talk about each others family ever again. You're still apart of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think whatever that's been happening is getting way out of hand. It's about time we put a stop to this, but before that I'd like to make it clear to you, Ashrin, that I never said you were interfering in other people's life, I was referring to your friends. You said I was criticising people, particularly your sisters, now that's a lie. I only criticised you. I've never criticised Shikin and what I said to Aini was supposed to be a joke, merely a comment. I didn't think it would offend her, because she knows that I would expect her to tell me as she knows how straight forward I am. It is very rude to talk about someone's family, but the one to bring it up is your own sister, I wouldn't wanna say what she told us, but if she didn't start it, we wouldn't continue. I don't want to drag this thing, but I'm sick of hearing Aini complaining about you criticising us. I may have taken the wrong step to get back at you, but whatever it is, i think it's time we stop all of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I agree to stop all this because I've never had the intention on making such a huge fuss out of something so small. So, Passerby, passerby 1, passerby 2, Afann, GOODBYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-7312391472057520405?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/7312391472057520405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=7312391472057520405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7312391472057520405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7312391472057520405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-mothers-birthday-is-in-2-days.html' title='2 more days to mummy bdae.'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-872329728955523593</id><published>2008-11-01T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:06:29.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was darling's off day.. his plan was, 1. pay prom night fee, 2. met diy, 3. went to eat, 4. watch movie, 5. shopping.. so met him in the morning.. about 10..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ferst stop.. went to school to pay for mine and alysa's prom night fees.. met mr jay lim in the office.. he asked me what im doing now.. told that im doing nothing.. just enjoying my life.. den he says.. "about 2 months of holiday and u still not werking or any thing?? u lazy girl.." haha.. i prefer spending time with friends than werking.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd stop.. went to causeway point.. suddenly feel like hungry.. so went for breakfast at McDonalds.. at McDonalds while having our breakfast.. darling recieve a message from Seri.. someone AINI actually hate.. she told him that there's a party going on at bugis cafe on 1 nov.. which is tomorrow.. darling ignores the message coz he dun feel like going.. so we continue eating.. a few minutes later he recieve a message again from Seri.. the same message.. again darling ignored.. when leaving McDonalds.. Seri message again the same message agin.. OMG she's so irritating.. told darling to reply atleast okay.. and atlast.. she stop messaging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd stop.. went to meet diy at braddell.. juz to collect my ez link card..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th stop.. went to causeway point again.. and the time is only about 12.30pm.. so hang out at civic.. ate ice-cream.. his plan was to watch movie.. but i actually dun wanna watch.. coz im going with alysa, aini and qamar on monday.. The Coffin. yea.. so it's not gonna be fun to watch the 2nd tyme.. so i told him that i dun wanna watch movie with him coz im going with my friends.. obviously he's dissapointed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th stop.. shopping at causeway point.. bought some stuffs.. remind him about the new escada perfume i want.. but he says next tyme.. fair.. i dissapoint him and he did too.. then mum called me.. asking where am i? with who? eaten already? and told me that she's hungry.. so i told her everything and we met up at banquet.. makan with mum and darling.. den went home.. brought po nd garfield out to park with darling.. let them out.. den went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that darling went to meet qamar.. while doing chores.. qamar called me and ask what time im coming down.. so i say.. later.. den darling ask me too how long must he wait.. den i say dun disturb me anymore.. hahaha.. he was shocked.. he kept on calling me and i rejected his calls.. qamar told me that he's totally panicked.. haha.. den when i reached the place we're supposed to meet.. overheard him calling my mum.. haha.. den he saw my shadow.. and grab me from the back.. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.. people are tagging me over something so trivial.. people are upset for only because of the few brief sentences of which is dedicated to only one person.. unfortunately i hurt so many people.. she said that im criticising people when in actual fact she's criticising someone she barely even knows.. aini was the one who asked me for opinions for her sister, shikin but somehow the fact was twist and turn and the fault was mine.. when i said shikin was not preety i never meant to say that she was ugly but i thought she was cute.. get it?&lt;br /&gt;to others, happy tagging! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-872329728955523593?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/872329728955523593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=872329728955523593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/872329728955523593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/872329728955523593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-was-darlings-off-day.html' title=''/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-3400296590261284004</id><published>2008-10-28T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:19:12.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I met Alysa at 12.30 at Samsung when the initial plan was to meet at BnS at 12, I was obviously late. Then headed to Clarke Quay to meet Daddy Ali(Alysa's father). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Got a call from Aini saying that her sister,Ashrin, saw us at the interchange. Ashrin told her that she saw two fat girls at the interchange and Aini knew it was us(Me and Alysa). Alysa and I didn't see her at all, probably because she's too BLACK. It's okay to be fat as long as people can see us instead of being BLACK, no one can spot you. Maybe we did see her, I couldn't really tell, because as we all know, the Indians are celebrating Deepavali today. She could have been one of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;After that me, Alysa and daddy Ali went to the perfume shop to get alysa's perfume, then contact lense and then prom dress. While Alysa was trying on dresses, I looked through the shawls. When Alysa was done, I showed her the shawl and said it was pretty. I told her I was gonna buy it next time. Then Alysa told Daddy Ali that I want the shawl and asked Daddy Ali to buy for me. That shawl cost $20. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to daddy Ali!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to Pepper Lunch, daddy ali gave us a treat after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to daddy Ali again! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then daddy ali offered to get us Ice creams, Alysa got the dark chocolate Ice cream whereas I was too full to eat anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to daddy Ali for offering! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Carpark where we hitched a ride from daddy Ali to Bugis. Before that, Alysa said that her father bought her a new watch. Then in the car, she asked her father for the watch. There were 4 watches, one cute TV watch, one gorgeous looking watch, and the other two were sporty. Alysa already wore the gorgeous looking one, then suddenly while I was messaging darling, Alysa asked for my opinion, which one of the two sporty watches were nicer, the red or silver one, I thought the red one was nice, so I chose the red one for her. Suddenly she gave it to me. I was shocked,but I still accepted it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS TO DADDY ALI AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculated the whole amount daddy ali spent on me throughout the whole day, it summed up to about $120.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH DADDY ALI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Bugis, I brought Alysa to the shop where I bought my dress. After that we went to look for stockings, I was looking for a skin coloured one, but they didn't have any. So we didn't buy any. Then we went to the accesories shop, they were having a deal of 8 earrings for $10. We already took 8 earrings then we saw a glass pendant, which I think is nice if we were to wear it as a symbol of our friendship. So, we bought one each.&lt;br /&gt;After paying, we found out that we actually got a whole lot of free gifts. I love this shop! I shall name this shop a generous shop. After that went to look for some job vacancies at Bugis Junction. Then met Fadli(Alysa's to be boyfriend), hung out outside Bugis street 7-11. With all the Mat Reps surrounding us, Aini should have been there because AINI LOVES MAT REPS. About half an hour later, Darling arrived. Then we walked around Bugis Junction then ate at macs then headed back to woodlands then walked around at the Bazaar then headed home. Today was tiring, It's been so long since I was last this tired and I'm going to turn in now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-3400296590261284004?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/3400296590261284004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=3400296590261284004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/3400296590261284004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/3400296590261284004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-met-alysa-at-12.html' title=''/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-2644176774825555180</id><published>2008-10-20T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:18:58.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SPwEBRXX_9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/2cnlVu_C08U/s1600-h/dowatique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259082884749721554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SPwEBRXX_9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/2cnlVu_C08U/s200/dowatique.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its been about 2 weeks or more im having my school holiday.. and i still havent got a job.. damn! today, aini and me are going for an interview at the zoo.. its obvious.. darling wants me to work dere.. shit! i dun wanna work dere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just now was reading friends blog.. ended up at alysa's blog.. i was reading her blog an was wondering.. why are we having the same problem? she's now facing what im facing before at its exactly the same.. why? i was thinking if i actually spread my bad luck on her.. and if its true.. she will soon be happy.. coz im totally happy now.. maybe she dont really share her problems with me.. well dats the way she is.. but i know her very well.. just hoping that she will change and share her problems than keeping to herself.. i love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALYSAEUDORA ROSSANNE ALI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so much!&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/3358933128121090425-2644176774825555180?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/2644176774825555180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=2644176774825555180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2644176774825555180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2644176774825555180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-about-2-weeks-or-more-im.html' title=''/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SPwEBRXX_9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/2cnlVu_C08U/s72-c/dowatique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-5038658430180654200</id><published>2008-10-18T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:37:25.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday.. darling not werking.. so meet him in the morning than straight away meet ex-lover and his girl.. ex-lover is getting so OMG.. its okay.. he's not mine anymore.. so met them at some place.. chit-chating with his girl.. while darling was chit-chating with him.. at first thought that she's some kind of a bitch.. but nope.. she's a nice girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den headed to woodlands.. alysa wanted to pay the prom night fee.. waited for her at 858 a blk near our school.. than bombay called me.. she wanted me to accompany her to woodlands checkpoint.. which i so dont wanna go.. so asked her to come down at 858.. chit-chat and waste tyme.. den alysa arrived.. waste more tyme.. and wawan arriver.. so waste more and more tyme.. suddenly alysa cancelled to pay the prom fee.. ouh yea mine and alysa's hair extention has spoiled.. so we wanted to replace with new colour.. so went to that salon.. our previous one was pink.. and we actually planned to replace with green.. but the green colour sucks.. so we choosed red.. actually it looks a little same like pink.. but its okay.. as long as we replace it with new one.. den i told bombay.. dat i dun feel like going to woodlands checkpoint.. as i has menses cramp this and that.. den she say okay.. and she went off with her cousin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ouh yea.. im so crazy over PUSSYCATDOLL 'WHEN I GROW UP' and their dancing.. i dont know why.. but i just love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told mum that im going home at 5.30 .. so while waiting for the time.. sat with darling at 858.. okay.. he starts talking shit with.. damn it! he never trust me.. whatever.. as long as i know that im attached.. i never gonna have any other guy.. darling, believe me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-5038658430180654200?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/5038658430180654200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=5038658430180654200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5038658430180654200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5038658430180654200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-1081919444333053675</id><published>2008-10-16T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:55:13.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last nyte.. cant really sleep well.. at 4 den can sleep well.. today.. woke up so bloody early.. ex-lover called me for help.. i was sleeping.. and its kinda shocked recieving a call from him.. okay.. i didnt noe dat i actually put my phone on silent.. so got 5 missed call from an unknown number.. and a message saying, "ni atiqah eh?" so i called dat number back.. okay it was my ex-lover.. he was in a tight situation.. he needs money.. OMG! why ask me?? &lt;em&gt;"aku sendirik tk de duit" &lt;/em&gt;since i broke off with diy.. im totally broke! well, mitting ex-lover and his gerl tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-1081919444333053675?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/1081919444333053675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=1081919444333053675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1081919444333053675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1081919444333053675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-nyte.html' title=''/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7774683637168220033</id><published>2008-10-13T15:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:08:42.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>night safari</title><content type='html'>last friday went to night safari.. and it was so bloody fun.. yeah! the best part is.. we all three.. not ElLysAtique but.. Alysa, Aini and me.. we all went in free.. instead of paying $150 which is $50 each.. we all dun need to pay any cent! woohoo.. oh yea.. it maybe a little strange.. why not ElLysAtique but Alysa, Aini and me?? so here's the story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there one night.. when i and aini was on the phone.. so aini says that she wish to watch hyenas.. so i said why not go to zoo.. my daddy can get it free for the four of us[ElLysAtique and aini].. but she said she wanted to go night safari instead.. because dere's a halloween special.. it sounds fun when she said dere's bridge of hell and things like that.. so i say.. why not we ask ellyna to get it for us.. so.. was planning with ElLysAtique.. and only me and ellyna said we can get that free tickets.. few days later.. i was asking daddy for those free tickets.. but daddy said.. he cant get it for us.. but he got four free admission to the zoo instead.. wait! zoo and night safari is different okay? so i told him we all wanted to go to the night safari not zoo.. den he said he cant do anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told ElLysAtique and aini that my daddy cant get those free tickets for us.. and i asked ellyna.. did she get it or not.. she say.. SHE IS GOING TO GET IT FOR US.. obviously i cant trust her because she actually BT me twice.. so i asked her.. is she confirmed or what?? and she say she's confirmed.. great! we're all looking forward to it.. few days later.. ellyna told me that she getting the tickets for us.. BUT! she's not coming with us.. i thought it was her daddy who is stopping her.. nope.. its helmy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god.. how stupid she is.. listening to his BF and letting off the fun time.. what the hell? thank god for giving me such a understanding BFs.. maybe BF can control us in some parts.. but BFs cant control us from our bestfriends.. and yeah.. i'm always holding onto my words.. GIRLS, have i ever let u down? i guess.. i never.. well.. i think ellyna puts helmy on higher priority then us[ElLysAtique and aini].. what can u say? when i was with diy.. he's everything to me.. but flash back to the NDP.. u girls noe that im having a biig fight with diy.. and we have our outing planned.. did i cancel it for him? nope. i didnt.. it was a great fun on the NDP outing.. but i ended up breaking up with diy that night.. but still.. i did not ruin anything.. like alysa too.. she's also having a big fight with wawan too.. but we still continue with our outing didnt we? now.. all because of helmy.. ellyna is not joing us.. i dun care! i told her to fuck off with that guy.. she said ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night before 10oct[the day we are supposed to go night safari].. ellyna texted me.. she said her daddy cant get the tickets for us.. great! this is the third tyme.. thanx! i told her its ok.. we'll go to the zoo instead.. and she told me her daddy dun let her out.. i was thinking.. is it her daddy or helmy?? so the next day was 10oct.. met aini and alysa.. planing to go for swimming at jurong swimming pool.. but aini didn't want it.. alysa wanted to go for ice-skating.. but im not in a mood and i dun even noe how to skate.. so i say why not juz go to the zoo.. and they agreed.. so went to the zoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stories are at aini's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yea btw.. on 10oct ellyna was with helmy.. how come?? she told me cant go out.. strange huh? so u get it the story?? that the reason.. why is it not ElLysAtique but Alysa, Aini and me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. yesterday.. it was supposed to be family day.. but aini dun seems to understand the meaning of family day.. so she asked me out.. but i was so bloody tired.. so asked her to come over.. when she at home.. how irritating she is.. forcing me to go to the zoo.. OMG.. its already.. 4 by the tyme we reached the zoo was already about to close.. stupid girl! so daddy gave her $10 and me only $4 for us to watch movie instead.. what the hell.. how come aini got it more than me?? its not fair.. haha.. so get off from home.. under my blk aini mention about zoo again.. this tyme she said with reason.. this is her reason : she wanna go to the zoo because ahe dun wanna watch movie because dere's no new movie coming out.. hmm.. it thought it over.. its right.. so took cab to the zoo.. saw my iskandar at the entrance.. he ask me if aini and me wanted to go into the zoo.. with like &lt;em&gt;'mentel2' &lt;/em&gt;i said.. sure, if its free.. den he ask his fren werking dere.. wee! we got in free! haha.. so met iskandar at the entrance after werk.. went to eat den headed to wudlens.. den aini wanted to meet her wan iskandar.. name might be same.. but hers and mine are different.. so walk back home with iskandar.. so iskandar was mine after on 12oct after 7pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-7774683637168220033?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/7774683637168220033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=7774683637168220033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7774683637168220033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7774683637168220033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/10/night-safari.html' title='night safari'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-1368278393992384233</id><published>2008-10-08T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:02:47.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;juz now.. my sis brought her friends home.. mum cooked some food.. okay.. i was so bloody bored juz now.. so asked ellyna out.. woohoo! got to escape from helping mum.. hahah.. so.. met ellyna at boots and shoes.. went to print my photo for WERK.. yess!! im werking soon.. hahah.. after dat went to afiqah's house to get her photo too.. shit! i was knocking so hard on her house door and shouting loudly.. obviously it was afiqah's house so can do like my own house.. i forgot that her grandma was at home.. den she opened up the door.. luckily i haven't shout yet.. so talk to her grandma.. damn it! she was not at home.. after that.. we've got nothing to do.. so call i call alysa but was sleeping and cant answer my call.. BUT she was also sleeping and CAN answer ellyna's call.. cool huh? okay.. WALK to alysa's house to get something.. den met alysa.. at cwp.. ellyna wanted to go home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i and alysa went to 888 to met afiqah to get her photo.. again she wasn't at home.. WHAT THE HELL? who does she think she is.. she's not a star.. im trying to get her photo because i'm gonna get her a job.. and its so bloody irritating to get her stupid photo.. urgh.. so we ate at kfc.. after eating.. went to woodlands centre.. to buy a plain white t-shirt for me.. ouh yea.. im going for Dinner And Dance this saturday.. after that went to meet wawan under his block.. he saw my pink temporary 1 strap hair.. and maybe he fancy fahmi so much till he ask me to put some for him.. den went to 888 again.. this time afiqah was dere.. atlast! after that.. i and alysa planned to play fire cracker.. haha.. semangat raya! huahua.. den went to this shop.. when dere is one day i wanted to play fire-cracker and diy brought me to this shop and bought fire cracker for me.. and im missing him now.. okay.. so wawan bought the fire cracker.. and i wanted to play with balloons.. so just put at the cashier den wawan paid everything.. haha.. den went to this blk near our school.. at the link way.. oh yea.. recieved a call from kimek[joe, hakim, joeyy, etc] he's asking what im wearing?? where am i?? blablabla.. answered his question.. den he says he's juz near and and saw me.. so i was looking all around.. and waving to i dunnoe who coz i cannot see.. atlast spot him with fandi and the sec 1 or 2 boy.. dey approach us[me, alysa and wawan].. talk shit with dem den dey wanted to go makan.. so we start the balloons.. i blow the biggest balloon! wee! gave it to a passer-by kid.. den her brothers wants it too.. wawan said.. &lt;em&gt;"buang mase je kaw tiup besar2.. dier amek dier letopkn.." &lt;/em&gt;what a &lt;em&gt;'BATU-API'&lt;/em&gt;.. but den thought it over.. its true.. might as well blow a small one.. so i blow a small one for dat kid.. den gave it to him.. and yess! he straight away burst it.. WTH?! den followed byy the fire cracker.. oh damn! dere's a lot of smoke man! shit! suddenly i planned to make a bomb.. it was nice.. of course! haha.. den wawan wanted to do a bomb too.. but with another method.. it was also nice.. but his bomb farts too much.. haha! den.. i suggest to battle the most creative bomb.. so wawan agreed and alysa become the judge.. alysa was taking videos and pictures while we're making our own bombs.. i was so confident that my bomb is a creative one.. because its a rose bomb.. so alysa start to light up the bomb.. my bomb was supposed to be nice.. but its bubbling and farting all the way.. and the last it popps.. haha.. wawan's bomb was as usual.. farting and farting den it popps.. well.. i think my bomb was nice.. but the judge[alysa], she said wawan bomb was nice.. whatever!.. den suddenly.. i rembered about the pussycat doll dance step i watched yesterday.. the kickings, the pumpings, and the round round head[RRH] thing.. i dunnoe what it is calleed.. so i start doing the kickings and the RRH thing.. but i dun seems to noe how to do pumpings.. so this is what alysa taught me.. pull my shoulders front and back.. also my hands too.. front and back.. den juz make the movement fast.. okay.. i really cant do it.. haha.. so we're making videos of the PCD WANNABES haha.. well, its kinda a great fun today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture and videos are at Alysa Hoffman's blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to diy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;why are u making it so hard for me? u noe what? i cant see u in difficulties.. coz i noe.. u wont noe what to do.. u noe im gonna be very worried about u.. i told u to meet me and call me.. but u didn't do it.. i've been waiting for ur call but u did not call me at all.. u never stop troubling me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-1368278393992384233?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/1368278393992384233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=1368278393992384233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1368278393992384233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1368278393992384233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/10/juz-now.html' title=''/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-2687975061791232047</id><published>2008-10-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:06:01.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.. changed new skin.. ATIQUE HILTON AND FADHIL WINGS is over.. so was talking to this someone last night.. and -- requested for my blogskin changed.. coz -- said -- dun like looking at my previous skin.. -- said -- will not view my blog untill i change my blogskin.. thought it over.. i MUST change my skin.. coz im always gossiping about --.. so if -- did not view my blog, -- won't noe wat mistake he did dat makes me unhappy about --..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yess! today is my last day for school.. and yeah.. i dun need to go school anymore.. [i mean, to evergreen sec..] not like my other friends.. must go for cpa.. and aini.. still haven't finish exam.. huahuahua.. so sad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-2687975061791232047?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/2687975061791232047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=2687975061791232047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2687975061791232047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2687975061791232047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7859957930784455641</id><published>2008-10-02T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:06:57.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SORwKpXunGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KAiyXVEV1qw/s1600-h/SDC11008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252446393627221090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SORwKpXunGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KAiyXVEV1qw/s200/SDC11008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SORwK411dZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Njt2CESgepE/s1600-h/SDC11014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252446397780030866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SORwK411dZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Njt2CESgepE/s200/SDC11014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SORwLBJlGdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/JsVi9cBJwjA/s1600-h/SDC11035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252446400010328530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SORwLBJlGdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/JsVi9cBJwjA/s200/SDC11035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SORwLVBlpOI/AAAAAAAAAdE/B44gJKH5Xm0/s1600-h/SDC11034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252446405345518818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SORwLVBlpOI/AAAAAAAAAdE/B44gJKH5Xm0/s200/SDC11034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SORwLgGZtpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ogAiWnTXueY/s1600-h/SDC11044.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday.. went to gaylang with diy and mum.. okay.. lately.. after broke off wif dhil, i've always been talking to diy.. i telling all truth to him.. while him talking shit with me.. whatever! this is wat he told me.. okay.. i was telling stories about me and dhil to him.. and im sure all of that is true.. so this is what he told me.. he's not gonna have anymore girlfriend.. and i was so stupid to believe his shit.. he said he've promised to himself that he not gonna be into any other relationship with any other girl.. BECAUSE he only want me and ONLY me.. he said im the only girl in his heart.. oh that's so sweet.. then when i met him last friday.. omg! i saw this most ugliest pic i've ever seen in his handphone.. he took a pic with this ugly girl.. i mean lots of pic with this girl.. oh shit! it totally embarassed me for losing him to this girl.. so i bluetooth this pic to my handphone.. i guessed it a little disgusting to keep this ugly pic in my handphone.. but i have to.. to share this ugliest nightmare with everyone.. i told him im gonna put this ugly pic on my blog.. den he ask me for what? obviously this is the proof that im not to be blame for our break up.. den he said.. &lt;em&gt;"u nk blog u blog ah.. i ngn dier tk de pape.. u jgn uat fitnah" &lt;/em&gt;buto ah aku uat fitnah! its the fact.. isn't stupid of him.. declaring shit with me while telling his friends all the very truth.. come on.. i know his friends.. and he told me everything about diy.. now.. diy told me he wants freedom because he wants to be with his friends which I know are all guys except for this one girl who he claims is his adek angkat.. and he also tried to convince me that he went out with a few guy friends, but somehow this picture ended up in his phone.. this creature dun seems to look like a guy.. he told me to wait 3 years for him.. and within that period of time he will always be with his friends, not another girl.. what the fuck?! if he truly loves me, like he said he does, would he ever still go out with this ugly girl? to tell u the truth.. its been a long tyme dat i've already suspected u having another girl even before we broke off.. diy, im not as stupid as u are.. okay.. im not gonna blog much about the shit.. just look at this ugly pic.. the TWO-faced mother fucker and the ugliest bitch.. i guessed im much more better the her.. with and without make-up.. oh, he's blind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SORo610G_RI/AAAAAAAAAck/aPR-kTGGVus/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252438425508183314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SORo610G_RI/AAAAAAAAAck/aPR-kTGGVus/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.. yesterday was hari raya! i thought, this year would be a lilttle bored for me.. nope! i was wrong.. it may be a little house we went.. but! more money we get.. wee! okay.. that's all i guessed.. not in a mood to blog all because of this two assholes! damn it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;to diy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-7859957930784455641?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/7859957930784455641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=7859957930784455641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7859957930784455641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7859957930784455641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya.html' title='hari raya!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SORwKpXunGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KAiyXVEV1qw/s72-c/SDC11008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-1229256861394138962</id><published>2008-09-22T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:20:18.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back to school!</title><content type='html'>after a long long time since i last turn up in school.. today was the best day in school.. after PE lesson.. as usual.. the guys will go for bathing session.. so ellyna and i was so bored.. so we went to the boys toilet to peep them bathing.. pervert rite? haha.. dere is kimek[jo], fandi and muzzy in the toilet.. okay no one is bathing at dat tyme.. den suddenly affif and faris came into the toilet.. faris went to bath first.. with tshirt and shorts.. followed by affif with shorts without tshirt.. hahaha! for the first tyme i see him this supporting and fun.. haha.. because he's actually someone who doesnt really entertain my nonsense.. so he so fun today.. i was laughing and taking videos all the way while he's bathing.. hahaha.. and also took some pics with him willing to pose.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how he look like.. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SNdqz2GUcGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wfFHvg0MvSc/s1600-h/P220908_10.18%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248781329651495010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SNdqz2GUcGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wfFHvg0MvSc/s200/P220908_10.18%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SNdqzE6M4BI/AAAAAAAAAZc/II2XkJ4GH_Y/s1600-h/affif.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248781316447330322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SNdqzE6M4BI/AAAAAAAAAZc/II2XkJ4GH_Y/s200/affif.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extra pics taken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SNdr5AnEGTI/AAAAAAAAAak/_Dj3HWMl1s4/s1600-h/P220908_10.20%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248782517884164402" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SNdv3c7eD-I/AAAAAAAAAcM/jEp3bb1sem0/s200/Image667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SNdv2wdz7ZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6Mj-wgLb7Dg/s1600-h/P100908_16.12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248786877237161362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SNdv2wdz7ZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/6Mj-wgLb7Dg/s200/P100908_16.12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SNdv2pLRn7I/AAAAAAAAAb8/q_cpxbDncDc/s1600-h/P100908_16.13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248786875280367538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SNdv2pLRn7I/AAAAAAAAAb8/q_cpxbDncDc/s200/P100908_16.13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-1229256861394138962?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/1229256861394138962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=1229256861394138962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1229256861394138962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1229256861394138962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back-to-school.html' title='im back to school!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SNdqz2GUcGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wfFHvg0MvSc/s72-c/P220908_10.18%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-4169631269974045425</id><published>2008-09-16T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:00:47.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im totally confused..  why am i after him so much?? what so special about him? i put him on the top of my beloved list.. its true.. but he didnt even treasure me.. instead i got scolded and harsh words from him.. he's no one to me before but he's like god to me now.. juz lyke diy.. when we're friends, i dun give a damn on what he's feeling about me.. but later.. i'm crazy about him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;to bucuk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u only think about ur feeling.. what about mine? can u tell me? when we're friends.. u were the one who wanted us to be in relationship.. i thought u are the one to replace diy.. yes! u are.. i truely and deeply love u.. i suppose u are too.. but why cant it last for long? u said we're now friends.. i dun care coz its better to be friends than nothing.. but what happen to our friendship?? u destroy it just like that.. awak ego and kepale angin tau! bucuk, i really miss u..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;to diy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;why so long never call me? call me soon ok.. see.. i told u.. he's the same like u.. u guys make me love u'll so much.. than u both simply leave me.. Dhil and Diy.. both the same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-4169631269974045425?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/4169631269974045425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=4169631269974045425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4169631269974045425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4169631269974045425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-totally-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-6472205226425181427</id><published>2008-09-12T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:58:37.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>atique and fadhil's love story</title><content type='html'>time cant be too fast.. its only a week we've been together.. i shud say dhil was the one who made me happy without diy.. and im not lying.. im totally happy with him.. and of course.. i do love him.. but what happen now? come on.. this is the third tyme i've gone through this.. first was with faizal den with diy now with dhil.. tell me.. is it a sin for me to be happy with someone i love?? or shud dey not tell their parents about me? im i too bad or what till every parents dun want me to be with their son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. our love story goes like this.. on th first day of puasa.. 1 september.. dhil and i meet up with alysa and fadli his twin.. it wasn't a planned one.. coz i and alysa went to LG's factory to collect my dad's handphone.. so we happen to pass by chua chu kang.. where the twins [fadhil and fadli] live.. so they wanted to meet.. obviously we're bored and dunnoe where else to go.. so we met dem at cck mrt den headed to woodlands.. so hang out with dem at a blk near tree house park.. untill about 5.. den alysa went home.. dhil, fadli and i walk to causeway point den went to pasar mlm.. after that dhil wanted to see me home.. so at interchange.. he said &lt;strong&gt;he wanna be with me&lt;/strong&gt;.. but i told him its not tyme yet..&lt;br /&gt;the next day.. 2nd september.. he fetch me from school.. again went  to tree house park.. but now with him, alysa, ellyna and helmy.. hang out dere until alysa wanted to go home.. and he see me home again.. before going home straight.. we get to know each about each other even more.. den went back home..&lt;br /&gt;the next day.. 3rd september..  met him at boots and shoes with ellyna and helmy.. dhil and i wanted to buy a tshirt for him.. but cancellled den went back home..&lt;br /&gt;we did not meet the next day on 4th september..&lt;br /&gt;on friday.. 5th september.. we went to gaylang with alysa and areef the magician also ellyna and helmy.. and we are already a couple on that day.. which i dun noe.. and im totally happy..&lt;br /&gt;on the 6th and 7th we did not meet coz he's werking..&lt;br /&gt;on monday 8th september.. we met.. he went to my home to see my cats and met my mum.. den went to karaoke with alysa, wan, helmy and ellyna.. everything was ok on that day..&lt;br /&gt;the next day..9 september.. we did not meet..&lt;br /&gt;the next day on the 10 september.. we did not meet and didn't even contact.. but i changed this skin to make him happy.. coz maybe he's having problem..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.. 11i called him in the morning.. we talk for about few seconds only.. then i sms him to ask when to meet?.. and he reply.. he dunnoe coz he's having problem with his parents.. den i asked him what problem.. and he said about our relationship.. den i was like so sad.. coz i really wanna be with him.. he told me to stop our relationship and be friends first.. and i said we might as well dun contact each other coz i dun wanna be his 'friend' only.. so we agreed and i thought i can.. but i cant so i sms him.. dat afternoon.. and he replied me like normal and he went to sleep.. at night i sms him again and everything was ok..&lt;br /&gt;this morning.. today.. 12 september.. i sms him again.. i ask if his parent has already cooled down.. but he says its the same and will never cool down.. so i suggest why not if we juz go through this relationship silently.. bcoz i  desperately wanna be with him an i noe he can make me happy.. but he told me to leave him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guessed we're no longer a couple.. and honestly.. im totally happy from the day i met him.. i wish i could turn back the tyme.. i wanna be on the 1 september.. when i juz went out with alysa and went back home straight.. and did not meet the twins and this wont happen.. im gonna miss the days with him.. and i love him so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;BUCUK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;TANAK MCM GINI LAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-6472205226425181427?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7512746757279232261</id><published>2008-09-09T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:34:30.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SMYWkJuQAhI/AAAAAAAAAZM/guy95SohobE/s1600-h/2008_0905NewDigi0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243903626460529170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SMYWkJuQAhI/AAAAAAAAAZM/guy95SohobE/s200/2008_0905NewDigi0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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ElLysAtique. the 3 bestfriends. and Atique Hilton and Fadhil Wings the newly couple.. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to diy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;what do u think when telling me that u tell me about what u did when u're bored?? u think im happy? nope. u totally hurt me.. thanks :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-7512746757279232261?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/7512746757279232261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=7512746757279232261' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-8027017527852418862</id><published>2008-09-06T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:55:34.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaylang karaoke nite!</title><content type='html'>yesterday was so bloody fun! woohoo! ok.. i was sleeping yesterday morning.. i received a message from fadhil or dhil fer short.. he told me he is not going to school.. and wanted to meet me in about less than 1hr.. omg! i juz woke up and have not bath yet.. so, went to bath straight.. and got dressed up.. after bath.. got few messages and missed call from him.. so call him back.. told him that i getting ready.. got ready so quickly.. den went to mit him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to causeway point to meet alysa and areef.. after that went to chua chu kang.. coz dhil wanna get changed.. i, alysa and areef waited under his block.. i was bored so i did something he dun like.. okay, im wrong.. and im sorry.. den went to peninsula plaza fer no reason den to dhil's werk place to collent his pay.. ok.. i've been craving for PURE CARAMEL from coffee bean from the day before the fasting month.. obviously all of us are not fasting yesterday.. den went to paya lebar to meet ellyna and helmy.. and its juz my luck.. dere's coffee bean at paya lebar.. omg! i was so excited.. went to order the pure caramel.. dhil and i was looking through the muffins and cheesecakes.. i feel like buying the cheesecake and he wants the muffins.. it was so tempting when we are so bloody hungry at that moment.. den saw alysa and areef taking their pure caramel.. i want mine too! and i saw its ready.. grab a straw and that large cup..ooohhhh!! im in heaven! its so delicious.. yum2.. den met ellyna and helmy.. went to gaylang.. browsing through the shops.. stop at this game booth.. deres a shooting game and a game when u throw some balls and hit the cans den win prizes.. helmy played the throw balls game first.. okay.. he won a keychain.. den followed by areef.. also won a keychain.. looking at the prizes they got.. told dhil not to waste his money.. den they proceed to the shooting game.. ok i got crazy at that tyme.. omg they kept on missing the target.. suddenly.. the guy on duty asked alysa about a duck shot by dunnoe who.. dey claimed that dey sot the duck! omg! its not fair! why not ask me?? why ask alysa?! shit! end of gaylang.. dhil and i bought chicken briyani and chicken burger.. alysa and areef bought 2 cups of cheese balls.. and ellyna and helmy bought dengdeng.. maybe u guys are wondering why dhil and i are buying meal while the rest are buyin some tit bits.. its because, they already eat.. alysa ate at home.. ellyna and helmy ate at burger king while me, dhil and areef a starving.. wait, to areef a cup of cheeseball with only 7 pieces in it is already enough.. wth! den went to eat at a block near gaylang.. suddenly helmy suggested to go for karaoke.. i was so excited! and i accidently left my hanphone at that block..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karaoke was so bloody fun! planning for the next karaoke soon.. would be at civic ctr i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;to diy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i dun need anymore of ur explainations.. i have had enuff of it.. now, i've move on.. i will never forget what u said to me.. u dun have anymore feeling for me.. and u dun love me anymore.. and u will come back to me when the day comes.. i've found another guy.. not better than u.. but someone exactly like u.. i miss u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures taken yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SMJNQ7balUI/AAAAAAAAAXM/XBM6v86jOFU/s1600-h/SDC10909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242837869438604610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-301665978664734217</id><published>2008-08-30T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:44:10.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>yesterday was be urself day.. obviously i was suspended.. so did not turn up in school.. early in the morning alysa, ellyna and aini came to my house.. it was school tyme.. they told their parents dat dey went to school.. but dey did not.. so dey went to my house at 7+am.. and dat was still my sleeping tyme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ferst went to levender to make alysa's ic.. okay, i am GENEROUS.. den went to alexandera road.. to look for LG service center to send my dad's handphone.. we took mrt to queenstown and and bus 51.. we dropped near habour front.. so, none of us has gone to dat place before.. and so we got LOSTED.. i mean lost.. we walk a big round around the factory to the end.. but dere's no enterance to the LG.. means we have to walk back to where we start and walk another big round the other way round.. complicated right? and i dun even know wat im talking about.. okay.. ellyna and alysa was already tired.. i am tired too.. but it wudn't be fun if dey were making faces.. so i start cheering up myself first.. den start teasing dem.. and the fun begin.. so we were shouting at each other and aini juz kept on laughing and taking video.. finally, we reached at the LG factory.. den went to clarke quay to mit daddy ali.. eat at subway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dat went to vivo city to hang out.. when we reached dere.. ellysatique suddenly felt dizzy.. so we don't seems to have mood.. and aini kept complaining to go to toilet.. so i went to the toilet with her.. i wet my head.. and felt relief.. went back to ellyna and alysa.. den we went to the other part of th vivo city.. near the 'sky..' dunnoe what thing.. and dere the fun start again.. put our stuff at one side and play with the water.. singing and making vidoes.. den alysa splash water to aini.. but i dont know why the hell aini splash the water to me and ellyna.. &lt;em&gt;APELAGI!!! &lt;/em&gt;ellyna chase her all over the 'sky..' dunnoe what thing.. and in the end she got caught.. i splased her all over her body.. hahaha! she was so bloody wet.. maybe its not really a fun outing.. but dere is some fun part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went back to woodlands.. we were all so damn tired.. what do u expect.. we went out from morning till evening.. i reached home and straight away went to sleep.. while sleeping.. helmy kept on calling.. haiyo.. i answered his call told him to call me back later at night.. and switch off my handphone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-301665978664734217?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7243711989552577054</id><published>2008-08-26T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:48:12.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is over</title><content type='html'>yesterday went to some concert at malaysia with mum, ellyna and afiqah.. okay.. it was bored at the starting.. coz ellyna started to like fall asleep.. and afiqah starts to listen to music.. can u imagine how bored it is.. at the end of the show.. we saw A.C Mizal on a large screen.. omg, he's juz at the back of us.. he dun really look good on TV.. but trust me.. he's so bloody hott on that day.. even afiqah and ellyna got distracted on what dey're doing as everyone was so crazy about him.. ouh, come on.. he's a married man.. den dere's this auntie who is so crazy of having a pic with him.. and was running all around.. and even step on my leg and kicked afiqah's leg.. okay.. this got me mad.. this part was fun.. she got her butt kicked by me.. a nice on for being so bloody irritating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im totally confused.. i juz dun understand why u're behaving this way.. is it the cause of ur mum or ur friends?? i really dun understand.. i know u wont change juz like dat.. trust me.. no one love u like i did.. i've always been holding to the promises we made together.. coz i know that will last our relationship.. but u.. dun seems to give a bloody damn about our promises.. u used to really hold onto our relationship.. but now? what has happened?? i dun wish to say this.. but i really hate the ones by ur side.. u know who i meant.. let me tell u this.. u've got our relationship hanged.. and dun wish to have a good life with anyone new.. coz im not gonna juz keep quiet.. i didhad enough of ur nonsense and u will suffer the same like i did.. juz keep it in ur mind.. and u know im a disgusting evil witch.. i can do to ur sister.. why not u??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-7243711989552577054?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/7243711989552577054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=7243711989552577054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7243711989552577054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7243711989552577054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/08/everything-is-over.html' title='everything is over'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-2882863948498298320</id><published>2008-08-15T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:43:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fandi LOVES me!</title><content type='html'>not going to school today.. while reading other people's blog.. fandi approaced me and say 'hey'.. and so we chat and chat and chat.. untill he got to go.. and now i noe dat.. FANDI LOVES ME.. and i have prove.. even if he cant get beautiful girl.. a maggot will also do.. the ending part of our chat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaw da nk brambos pe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aki nak gy siap2 sume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang aku tak pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bubye!&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i said.. bubye.. but he started it all first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muaks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see dat? now i start flirting.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muackksss!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAhA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skit2 jek la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan kuat sangat&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i warned him.. but he doesnt seems to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nnt aku blog psl ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirm nyer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ko cibai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tk ksah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jom ah&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;-CENSORED-&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;-CENSORED-&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;-CENSORED-&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i warned him again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaw tau tk aku nk blog psl ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gyla2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nnti yadiy marah aku tak tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makin kaw ckp makin panjang aku citer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu ko nye psl&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;talking about diy.. fandi blames me for wat have happened.. everyone did! which dey dun even noe the true story.. now he really got to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kla2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku nak gy la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubye!&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dere he go again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fandi/u were great,except for the fact tt u lied/ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u in bed,fucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-= ATIQUE HILTON =- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bace blog aku nnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now.. fandi do love me.. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-2882863948498298320?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-2029457201467897061</id><published>2008-08-14T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:38:51.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diy, i miss u..</title><content type='html'>today was a very hard day.. went to school in de morning.. had my english prelim paper.. den went home.. and went out again.. ElLysAtique went to meet helmy at boots and shoes.. den went to cold storage to buy cherry fer ellyna.. we walk to 3 house park.. and hang out dere.. okay.. dis was hard.. as i was trying to cheer myself.. helmy kept on kissing ellyna.. and reminds me of diy.. however, i tried my hard not to look at dem.. i made all sorts of nonsense not to get bored.. den wan came to meet alysa.. as fer normal.. i am always  &lt;em&gt;gatal &lt;/em&gt;when wan was around.. tired of disturbing him.. i sat beside ellyna.. not again.. alysa was sitting on wan.. and that reminds me of diy again.. oh please! so i start ti flirt with ellyna.. i told dem dat i wanna be a butch.. coz im tired of having relationship with guys.. i mean not tired with diy.. but juz wanna noe how i feels having relationship with girls.. juz cant imagine me looking like a guy.. with short hair and body wrapped up.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;diy, im missing u...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-2029457201467897061?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/2029457201467897061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=2029457201467897061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2029457201467897061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2029457201467897061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/08/diy-i-miss-u.html' title='diy, i miss u..'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7965203194417411854</id><published>2008-08-10T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:23:04.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malam mabok</title><content type='html'>last nyte was so happening! hahaha.. alysa nd i was bloody drunk! yes. we both are having problem with wan and yadiy.. and dats the reason why we wanna have fun.. and we do really have fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. woke up at 10.. did some chores ferst as a pass to go out.. den went to bath and got ready for about 1hr.. at 12 went to bombay.. woke her up.. and wait fer her to get ready.. at 1pm headed to boots and shoes to meet alysa.. den went to yishun to meet bombay's friend to buy vodka raspberry.. and went straight to marina.. had our lunch at burger king.. yum2.. den went to esplanade.. and now the party has started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were walking round and round of the esplanade to look fer a nice spot to sit.. as we walk.. we could see the darkness of talip benjol.. ahaha! dere goes bombay.. &lt;em&gt;"talip! alysa talip!" &lt;/em&gt;keep pionting at alysa.. and alysa.. *ignores* haha.. den walk and walk again.. dere dun seems to have nice spot to sit! its about half or 1 hr we've been standing and walking around.. in the end.. went back to talip benjol place and sat dere.. see, this is love.. esplanade is such a huge place.. but why can't we just find a nice spot??? it's becoz.. god wants dem to meet.. hahaha! okay.. at talip benjol spot.. dere's ali,taufik, nash, fara aidil, THREE sec3 girls and some more guys i didn't noe.. okay.. we sat dere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i cant wait to start de game.. haha.. bombay had a long great grandfather story with this sec 3 boy.. i and alysa have got nothing to do.. so, WE START THE PARTY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ferst.. i had a first sip of the raspberry vodka.. okay.. maybe it's kinda hot so i dun really feel nice.. but who cares.. the temperature have got nothing to do with fun! so drink and drink and drink.. den took out the laughing gas.. to have more and more fun.. i took it ferst.. den alysa.. i started laughing.. followed by alysa.. those sec3 boys and girls was looking at us strangely when i actually &lt;em&gt;'mengilai'&lt;/em&gt; haha! and the rain started.. everyone started to move into the shade.. so alysa and bombay.. so boring.. i was totally drunk at dat tyme.. wait, i'm drunk and i can still realise wat is happening ok? so moving to the shade.. as we walk.. i spot nana(fandi's girlfriend) and so i shout her name.. she was with her family.. also filiyana and SHAKIRA.. so shakira starts to complain things about me.. how i noe?? obviously i was staring at her.. while whispering to her, i dun noe, a guy.. i mean GOSSIPING.. both.. are looking at me with their fucking look.. oh! im so scared.. den we hang out at the back at this restraunt.. it was so bloody bored.. so we started taking pictures.. and the rain stops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.. we walk at walk to find a good spot.. as we walk.. ehem2.. got to noe pierr nd i dun noe who.. okay.. he's been holding a bottle of carlsberg everywhere he walk.. and he so HOT! alysa can shut up now.. coz im not blogging much about him.. den.. found a spot under a tree.. oh so sweet.. haha.. den we start drinking and sniffing and drunk again.. actually not really drunk at dat tyme.. coz we need to pick ellyna and helmy.. so its tyme to pick dem up.. met dem at the memorial thing.. den went back to our sweet spot.. now den we got really drunk.. bombay seems to have a lilttle conflict with her friend.. so she dun really have fun last nyte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was drunk.. ellyna said dat i kept on saying dat dere's ice on my nose.. like, &lt;em&gt;"idong aku ade ice!" &lt;/em&gt;den i told her dat my nose was cold.. hahaha.. i dun rember dat part.. but the part i remembered, is when i opened my eyes and i saw helmy's face right in front of me.. and i was lying on his lap.. WHAT THE FUCK! i was so shocked.. good enuff i am still wearing everything.. den we heard our song, please dont stop the music.. so we start singing and dancing.. after the song.. the firework pop again.. den alysa's tears suddenly falls on her cheek.. i knew dis wud happen.. as wan keeps on sending her nonsense message like yadiy did.. and i start crying too.. and fall asleep.. i heard ellyna's voice and i woke up.. alysa was crying so badly.. i took the spray let let her sniff everything.. and started laughing.. and she start laughing too.. we had our last sip and left esplanade.. still drunk.. i hold onto alysa's handphone.. coz i dun want wan to disturd alysa and lat her cry again.. while waiting fer cab.. alysa and me sang the 'never be replaced' song(the one u're listening now on my blog.. ) coz we dun wanna lose wan and YADIY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great night last nite.. also a sad one.. everything is over..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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mabok'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-1960638882059245897</id><published>2008-08-08T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:08:09.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he starts again</title><content type='html'>today was bored.. did not went to school.. dere national day celebration going on in school.. woke up at 10 went to bath.. playing around with my 3 kittens den went out to tampines.. thought of buying jeans at tampines mall.. but those ite guys pissed me off.. okay.. i am lonely.. reached tampines.. had my lunch at McDonald.. juz a McNugget meal.. so stranged huh? since when does McNugget meal enough fer me.. well, not in a mood today.. juz feel like going out only.. while eating.. dere's this 3 ite guys sat with me on the same.. on of dem.. &lt;em&gt;"nak cikit bole??" &lt;/em&gt;den i say no.. the other one.. &lt;em&gt;"lokek seh.." &lt;/em&gt;and i say.. &lt;em&gt;"mmg aku lokek! aku beli pkai duit aku bkn duit bpk kaw! pegi mampos ngn kaw!" &lt;/em&gt;den dey was like &lt;em&gt;chill ah, chill ah.. &lt;/em&gt;tell me, how can i cool down when dey disturb me eating?? irritating siak, babi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. tomorrow.. going to marina bay.. again.. im going alone.. see the reason why i hate his friends?? told diy to follow me to marina bay.. but he said he's going fishing with his friends.. den i called him last nite.. talking to him nicely but he shouted at me.. fine! he said dat he's not sure if he's working or not on national day.. common sense la.. &lt;em&gt;mane ade org keje tyme national day?? &lt;/em&gt;juz say u wanna follow ur friends &lt;em&gt;kn senang... &lt;/em&gt;keep on giving me reasons.. wateva la.. &lt;em&gt;da malas nk gado lagi.. da tk larat lagi.. &lt;/em&gt;i juz wanna have fun tomorrow.. and MABOK!! woohoo! u like it rite? i love u, diy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-1960638882059245897?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/1960638882059245897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=1960638882059245897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1960638882059245897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1960638882059245897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-starts-again.html' title='he starts again'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-3538290812699031904</id><published>2008-08-05T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:04:27.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>okay. im back to school! after few days of suspension.. urgh! here's the story..&lt;br /&gt;today.. ellyna and alysa did not turn up in school.. which alysa actually slept so damn bloody early last nite.. so i was lonely at school.. in class, sat beside atiq.. gossiping about our classmates.. haha.. okay i do feel lonely.. but i dun need to find anyone to be with me.. dere's a conflict between &lt;em&gt;budak seluar pendek &lt;/em&gt;which declare he's from KTM and my 'sayang', fandi nd the art students.. at 11.15am was fandi nd suspended students recess.. so dey start argueing dere.. den fandi nd the art students came up to my class.. obviously fandi was so tall and i spotted him outside my class first.. den he called out for ayie.. taufik told ayie about their conflict and so ayie got angry.. ayie shouted from our class, level 4 to the &lt;em&gt;budak seluar pendek.. &lt;/em&gt;den dat boy stands and &lt;em&gt;nk step besar.. pala buto! &lt;/em&gt;i was so hot, siak! dat boy was the one who said dat he wanted to give nash a lesson.. coz nash &lt;em&gt;tk de care.. pukimak! &lt;/em&gt;even if i dun like nash for the way he is.. i have never said i wanna do anything to nash.. only if he dare to start it first.. i dun give a damn from wherever he is from.. juz dun try me lah.. shouted at him &lt;em&gt;"kaw mane pny side? seluar pendek diam2 sudah!" &lt;/em&gt;den suddenly &lt;em&gt;terdiam.. &lt;/em&gt;den afiqah start smiling all the way.. i dunnoe why.. but she just like to see me &lt;em&gt;hang org.. &lt;/em&gt;haha! with me &lt;em&gt;dier da kecot.. apelagi dgn ayie?? &lt;/em&gt;dat &lt;em&gt;budak seluar pendek &lt;/em&gt;said dat fandi &lt;em&gt;tk de care &lt;/em&gt;coz fandi shouted nd talk with hands when talking to him.. and i was like so what? dat is fandi.. ayie had a SLOW SACARSTIC talk with him.. he was so scared and start to push the faults to his friends.. &lt;em&gt;mepek siak! &lt;/em&gt;i knew he wont dare to talk back with ayie.. haha.. the art students was hoping to have fight after school.. but everything was settled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to beloved diy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i was about to gave up on u on the day i was suspended(24 july '08).. i went to alysa's house and used up 10 pieces of her tissue paper for u.. but u suddenly call me to ask about my suspension.. at dat time, i knew u care about me.. and so i want to continue to be with u.. we go on well from dat day onwards.. and met on monday(28 july '08) and tuesday(29 july '08), also the day i was suspended from school.. i was so happy on both days after 1 month did not meet up.. and the quarrels.. i dun wish to shed anymore tears over small issues.. i wish u understand.. i noe u love me and i always love u.. yesterday morning, i had a call from u.. i knew dere must be something wrong.. now u're missing again.. but atleast i appreciate dat u gave me a call dat morning.. i hope u understand wat im tring to tell u.. i love u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-3538290812699031904?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-8427307241090029781</id><published>2008-07-18T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:17:47.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from last saturday.. 12/07/08</title><content type='html'>last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; was my dad's birthday.. had a small celebration fer him.. my present fer him is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tshirt&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bossini&lt;/span&gt;.. my mum fried some chicken and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;.. bought a 2kg cake fer him.. it was 5.30pm.. and we have another half an hour to rush back home and get ready from causeway point &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; my dad will be back at 6.. we invited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bombay&lt;/span&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aishah&lt;/span&gt;] to join us.. as she's so close to our family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;.. went to wild wild wet with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ellysatique&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bombay&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alysa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ellyna&lt;/span&gt; birthday.. had a lot of fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dere&lt;/span&gt;.. went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bombay&lt;/span&gt; house at 9am.. and wait fer her dad to come back and gave us a lift to wild wild wet.. we left her home at 10am.. went to pick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ellyna&lt;/span&gt; at white sand and den to the downtown east.. we reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dere&lt;/span&gt; at 11am.. i dare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ellyna&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;alysa&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;samsung&lt;/span&gt; ride.. when i and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bombay&lt;/span&gt; reached to the top.. suddenly! i just felt something bad.. and i didn't went fer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; ride.. next station was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;oohlala&lt;/span&gt;.. not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; fun.. but still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.. den 2 rounds of crazy river followed by sky rider.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; bloody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;bombay&lt;/span&gt;.. like real wanna chase us.. but too bad.. we're safe.. den to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;terowong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;gelap&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/em&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;dunnoe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; its called but it was fun.. slide down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;terowong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; journey are all dark.. den went to the playground.. catch fer the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;yakult&lt;/span&gt; splash.. when everyone were standing under it and wait fer the water to spill on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt;.. here i and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ellyna&lt;/span&gt; come pushing people around.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! den to the crazy river.. last the tsunami.. i tot without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;afiqah&lt;/span&gt; with us.. we dun have to take care of anyone.. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; useless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;alysa&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; cant go through the wave.. when we have to pull her again and again.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;untill&lt;/span&gt; we all gave.. at 4.. went off to orchard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;cineleisure&lt;/span&gt;.. which we took the wrong bus and went through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;geylang&lt;/span&gt; also the &lt;em&gt;prostitutes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;lorong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. and the best part.. we spot a 'GAY WORLD HOTEL' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;shud&lt;/span&gt; have took a photo of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; hotel.. but we missed it.. stopped at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;kallang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt; station.. den went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;someset&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;ahha&lt;/span&gt;! reached this place.. we had delicious crepes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;dere&lt;/span&gt;.. and went back to woodlands.. took a lot of pics on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;.. went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;alysa's&lt;/span&gt; home.. to edit pictures of our outings on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;.. and we suddenly felt hungry.. ordered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;mcdonald&lt;/span&gt;.. it came half an hour later.. as it arrived at her doorstep.. we made all sorts of nonsense in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; rider and he just stand at the doorstep and laughing non stop.. den went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;alysa's&lt;/span&gt; room and she made a call to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;mcdonald's&lt;/span&gt; operator and made stupid complains &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;mayonnaise is spoilled.. and the fries is soggy.. and the mcchicken is burned.. hahaha! half an hour later comes the replacement.. we're so shocked.. the 2nd rider delivers the same full order like the 1st rider did.. hahaha! it their bad luck of having customer like us.. and our lucky day!! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dere is not much things happen on tuesday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wednesday.. did not went to school.. went to bombay's home in da morning.. and qamar home later.. in the afternoon went back home.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thursday.. the nonsense i did in maths class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and today.. suspended from class.. damn it! all because of mr vijay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow.. ellyna's party.. dun feel like going.. but feel bad fer ellyna.. see how den.. it all depends on my mood tomorrow.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-8427307241090029781?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/8427307241090029781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=8427307241090029781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/8427307241090029781'/><link rel='self' 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height &lt;/em&gt;den her.. haha.. bluek! okay... dis sunday.. planned to go wild wild wet with ElLysAtique+bombay to celebrate alysa's belated birthday and ellyna's advanced birthday.. wonder if my dad wud allow me.. haiya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately my dad has changed.. he loves my cats more den he love me.. damn it! im no longer his little girl.. my mum was normal.. my brother comes first den me.. waddehell.. i dunno why.. but i just can't get along with my brother.. dere's always something dat makes him unhappy with me.. i tried to be nice to him but it doesn't seems to work.. fuck off! i dun give a damn anymore.. i dun need him anyway.. juz becoz we're siblings.. dats why im being nice to him.. but now.. who cares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.. alysa wasn't at school yesterday.. ok.. something strange happen.. ellyna nd i was in class durings english period.. as usual.. me and my nonsense.. i was making so much of irritating noise.. and usually.. atikay wud turn and like stare me upside down.. but yesterday.. she gave a big smile to me.. hahaha! wateva sehh.. in the afternoon.. i had my english oral n-level exams with.. ellyna, ATIKAY, AFIQAH and more.. afiqah wasn't dat over-reacting.. but atikay.. aiyoyo.. teaching me oral la.. this la.. dat la.. like wat alysa call her.. mak &lt;em&gt;ape ntah.. &lt;/em&gt;told alysa everything about this.. obviously atikay must have motive of being nice to me.. wateva la.. i appreciate u being nice to me.. but still..  i wont return to be nice to u.. coz dis is wat we call ourself.. shit attitude.. or.. &lt;em&gt;prangai taik!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-8962414766288577746?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/8962414766288577746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=8962414766288577746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/8962414766288577746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/8962414766288577746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-normal.html' title='back to normal'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-3346997037432278938</id><published>2008-07-07T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:41:13.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss diy :'(</title><content type='html'>okay.. im really missing diy now.. of course.. im so very lonely.. usually every saturday and sunday, diy and i wud spend our tyme together.. but wat has happen now? its been two weeks dat we last met.. yesterday.. i was so damn bloody bored.. wanted to call ellyna and ask her out.. but den i remembered dat she's going to sentosa with helmi.. den i was about to call alysa and remembered dat her family are celebrating her birthday.. if only diy understands wat in feeling now.. i wont be this lonely.. coz atleast i noe he cares for me.. seriously.. our relationship is really shaking.. why must it be dis tyme?&lt;div 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:&apos;('/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7484601862033723073</id><published>2008-07-06T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:46:29.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juz the 2nd day</title><content type='html'>today is juz the 2nd day.. but i feel its already the 2oth day.. omg.. diy wants a mth break.. its all becoz of the two assholes! watever! i've been trying not to think abt him.. but still.. dere's always things that reminds me of him.. okay.. watever it is we're still together and always together.. nd yeah.. diy told me things about his mum.. never knew dat his mum wud say things lyke 'dat'.. damn! i never noe what wrong have i ever did.. dat dey're doing this to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add up to the last friday story.. during ccd period.. we're suppose to be in the hall.. okay.. ellysatique [ellyna, alysa, atique] went to hall.. it was so cramp and still we need to move in so that students will not sit outside the hall.. so ellysatique walk in between classes and purposely swing each of our bag to sulaiha's head.. i repeat to sulaiha's head.. but! atikay was not happy and shouted.. "prangai taik!" means shit attitude.. ellyna heard it.. and told us about it.. come on lah.. it was not ur head.. so just shut up.. u have no reasons not to be happy wif us.. it is us who are not suppose to be happy wif u.. lyke in class.. u've been staring at us lyke as if we owe u thousands of dollars.. oh please.. we dun owe money from people lyke u.. talk to us if u're really not happy.. stop staring.. coz we hate the way u look at us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy advanced birthday to alysa hoffman.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-7484601862033723073?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/7484601862033723073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=7484601862033723073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7484601862033723073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7484601862033723073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/07/juz-2nd-day.html' title='juz the 2nd day'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7621851491417968068</id><published>2008-07-04T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:21:08.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he nd she, wan loves me, pierced my belly, oh bloody sulaiha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;recently.. had a lot of fight wif diy.. all becoz of him and her.. wait.. him is not diy but sumone dat i've been aiming fer the past few months.. its always becoz of dem whenever we had fight.. got to noe dat him and her are going steady now.. great! i will get dem seperated and wont let dem off.. wats started cant be stopped.. and it wasn't me who started it ferst.. i've always been patient wif the both of u.. ur tyme is over.. go ahead.. make police report.. i dun give a damn! juz wait and see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea.. i've juz discovered how much wan loves me.. i have pics of him as a proof.. even if he deny.. i noe he loves me so much! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3vee0WnrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/e3IJSqRAWWs/s1600-h/Arlo+!(572).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219090850140036786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3vee0WnrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/e3IJSqRAWWs/s200/Arlo+!(572).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3vek5xpOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/uf_hCIUJ8vw/s1600-h/Arlo+!(573).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3veqAjKwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/CDoYSL-k5KM/s1600-h/Arlo+!(574).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3vek5xpOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/uf_hCIUJ8vw/s1600-h/Arlo+!(573).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3vek5xpOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/uf_hCIUJ8vw/s1600-h/Arlo+!(573).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219090851773392098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3vek5xpOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/uf_hCIUJ8vw/s200/Arlo+!(573).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3vek5xpOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/uf_hCIUJ8vw/s1600-h/Arlo+!(573).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's&lt;br /&gt;hiding&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3veqAjKwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/CDoYSL-k5KM/s1600-h/Arlo+!(574).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3ve-8en3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/CSnW9Td_YUw/s1600-h/Arlo+!(575).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219090858764050290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3ve-8en3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/CSnW9Td_YUw/s200/Arlo+!(575).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3veqAjKwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/CDoYSL-k5KM/s1600-h/Arlo+!(574).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3veqAjKwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/CDoYSL-k5KM/s1600-h/Arlo+!(574).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3veqAjKwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/CDoYSL-k5KM/s1600-h/Arlo+!(574).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219090853143980802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3veqAjKwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/CDoYSL-k5KM/s200/Arlo+!(574).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3veqAjKwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/CDoYSL-k5KM/s1600-h/Arlo+!(574).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday.. had my belly pierced.. damn suffering! bloody friends(alysa nd ellyna)! i pierced their belly easily but mine was damn hard.. okay.. made a mistake shudn't ask alysa to pierced it fer me.. thier process was going smoothly.. but mine.. urgh! the spear gone half way thru my belly.. but at the end.. i juz cant cut thru my skin.. &lt;em&gt;pukimak! saket la sial! &lt;/em&gt;told alysa to rest fer a while.. coz i cant take it anymore.. damn bloody pain.. ok.. after a few minutes.. ask her to push the spear all the way.. she was so bloody stupid! go and push the spear upwards.. coz she's afraid dat the spear might poke my stomach.. so stupid! she's making me more suffer! den..told ellyna to push it fer me.. she did it painlessly.. but! the spear together wif the belly button thing came out juz like dat! in my mind was like.. is this wat i get when i've already pierced thiers smoothly?? waddahell?!&lt;br /&gt;on the way home.. in bus 903.. saw this guy wif his new girl.. he act as if he dunnoe me.. of course.. she's new.. and im her old one.. go to hell.. i dun give a damn.. she's ugly anyway.. have heart to talk about me.. fuck off la! get ur unbalanced eye proper den can face me.. coz ur so damn bloody ugly.. babe, i can get him juz anytyme i want.. he's my rubbish anyway.. u can have him.. i've got my diy.. who is much much better den him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea.. juz now.. was late for school.. who cares! even diy dun care abt me anymore.. whatever! went to school.. it was normal.. but im just wondering.. why was dat kero( sulaiha ) sitting together with jannah, shakila and atikay? i thought.. atikay hates wanie so much also sulaiha? hmm? or sulaiha wants to snatch ayie from atikay? like i said it out lound in class just now.. maybe sulaiha was dere becoz ayie was dere too.. of course sulaiha loves ayie what.. shameless girl.. dere to confess to ayie dat she love him some more.. omg! but too bad.. her love for ayie was being rejected by ayie.. so sad.. tsk.. tsk.. tsk.. why is she like so thick face eh? firstly.. she ever spoiled ayie phone before.. den ayie got it repaired but she did not pay him back.. still can face him like nothing had happen.. next.. she's a smoker but never had supply for her onself.. always been begging from poeple.. den she dun even have her own money to dress herself up! too thick skin until she borrowed my money to buy an 'overall' for be urself day last year.. &lt;em&gt;ade hati nk melawa.. tapi duit tak de.. &lt;/em&gt;tsk..tsk..tsk.. atleast i borrowed ayie's money before but pay him back straight away.. sulaiha.. sulaiha.. as long as u're still in my class.. i will for sure make u suffer.. coz i really hate u so much! untill i regretted being by ur side when u nid sumone when u have problem wif the outside school people.. see.. everyone hates u bitch! i shud have let u die being beaten up, girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-7621851491417968068?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/7621851491417968068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=7621851491417968068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7621851491417968068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7621851491417968068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-nd-she-wan-loves-me-pierced-my-belly.html' title='he nd she, wan loves me, pierced my belly, oh bloody sulaiha!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SG3vee0WnrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/e3IJSqRAWWs/s72-c/Arlo+!(572).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7716169319680510502</id><published>2008-06-19T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:05:07.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Garfield and Po!</title><content type='html'>okay. on tuesday.. got a sms from Maya.. she asked if i wanna keep two kittens.. damn! of course i want! so she and nastasha came over my home and brought the two kittens.. man! dey're so damn cute! the male kitten was orange in colour and female was grey.. i name dem garfield and po.. garfield because he's fat orange cat! po because she's so bloody K-PO! so for short i call her Po.. i love the both of dem so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-7716169319680510502?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/7716169319680510502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=7716169319680510502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7716169319680510502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7716169319680510502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-garfield-and-po.html' title='Love Garfield and Po!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-3651515322156513347</id><published>2008-06-11T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:21:08.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 4 days with diy.. tankiu diy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;saturday.. follow diy to DBS bank.. he joined another scheme.. before was SAVE AS YOU EARN.. now.. SAVE AS YOU PROTECT.. met the consultant and talk crap with him.. after everything was done.. its time for us to leave dat place.. ahha! i remembered something! he was supposed to give us a gift.. as on the flyres.. its stated dat we wud recieve gift if we sign up for the scheme.. but now.. we already SIGNED UP for the scheme.. so i told the consultant abt it.. "excuse me, 'he' want the gift....." our gift was supposed to be stationary accessories.. but den he change for coin bank.. woohoo! dat was wat i've been wanting dat i thought i wud be impossible.. after dat went to mit qamar.. helped her with some things.. den we talked about the shits dat guys did.. ahha! dats my favourite topic! we were talking and talking and talking untill diy got bored.. ahha.. dat was what i want.. diy keeps on changing the topic we're talking abt.. we do change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;topic.. but will get back to the topic.. hahaha... went home.. my mum saw me carrying the coin deposit.. den she ask who gave it to me.. so i say "yadiy".. before she say anything.. told her dat this is just a free gift.. or she'll nag at me for spending diy's money..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SE9Ij5-kIfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/dAo5Ws6-NXI/s1600-h/SDC10068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210463075586810354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SE9Ij5-kIfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/dAo5Ws6-NXI/s200/SDC10068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my coin deposit! wee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday.. met diy for breakfast.. den went to walk aroung.. later he wanted to meet his friend alip.. so i purposely walk my very slowly to waste his tyme.. bcoz, if can.. i wont want him to meet alip.. coz i so damn bloody fucking hate that shit alip! damn him! he's the big fucker dat wud always coz me and diy to fight.. urgh! enuff of him.. and so dey were suppose to meet at 3 but at 3 diy leaves wudlens.. fuck off to alip! let him wait! i dun give a damn.. and i swear! i wont wanna be frens with him.. but if i did.. den i must have some motive.. never make frens or seek help from ur enemies.. even i'm dying too.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monday.. diy had some rashes on both his foot.. so.. he's not werking on dat day.. bought detol and creme for him.. went to his home.. his mum and lil sis was at home.. okay. he lied to me.. watch superhero movie and what happen in vegas dvd at his home.. after dat.. use his laptop and i felt hungry.. oh come on.. it's already 3 and i still haven't had my breakfast.. so we went to toa payoh.. ferst.. bought slippers for diy.. as he cant wear shoes coz its itching him up.. ahha.. not only for him.. for me too.. so he bought 1 pair for him.. and 1 pair for me.. this is love.. hahaha.. den we went to coffee shop.. we shared 1 chicken bryani and 2 egg prata.. the plate of chicken bryani was full with rice.. and a large piece of chicken.. yummy! we started with the bryani ferst.. after that switch to the egg prata.. one each.. den switch to the bryani again.. after dat proceed to wudlens.. back home.. damn! my mum was infront of the door.. she asked me.. wats in the plastic bag.. den i told her.. 'slippers'.. den she asked who bought it for me.. so i said.. 'yadiy'.. dere she goes.. 'ah good! finish up his money untill he left his underwear!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday.. meet diy again.. followed him to polyclinic.. den went to parkway parade to 'jalan2'.. dere's so much sale going on dere.. omg! i saw cameras on sale.. went browsing through the cameras.. wow! saw this black camera.. samaung i8.. it comes with free gifts like.. 4gb memory card, tripod stand, screen protector.. also a mobile phone! wow! i really like dat offer.. den we continue our 'jalan2'.. i told diy.. dat offer was a great deal.. diy dun owns a handphone now.. coz his handphones has been spoiling all the tyme.. so i say.. if i buy the camera den you can have the hanphone.. den he say.. "u want it?? i can buy it for you" in a sarcastic way.. den i say.. no need la.. like kind of dissapointed.. den he say.. he joking and wanna buy it fer me.. yay! he said it was for his belated valentines present for me from him.. den went to wudlens to meet alysa and wan.. alysa wanted to reborn her hair.. coz shes jelous dat the wind loves my hair after i reborn my hair.. so i brought her to the salon.. show off my new camera to her.. good enuff she's not jelous and wanting to buy the same camera i had.. at the salon took so much pictures.. becoz of bored wanting for dat bloody alien doing her rebornding.. bodoh betol.. after rebornding.. went to eat my mums chicken rice behind my blk.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-3651515322156513347?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/3651515322156513347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=3651515322156513347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/3651515322156513347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/3651515322156513347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/06/4-days-with-diy-tankiu-diy.html' title='the 4 days with diy.. tankiu diy!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SE9Ij5-kIfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/dAo5Ws6-NXI/s72-c/SDC10068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-8865666318769218847</id><published>2008-06-06T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:21:09.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alysaeudora rossanne ali is the most useless closefriend!</title><content type='html'>i have dis closefriend.. she's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALYSAEUDORA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she is the most useless closefriend i've ever had! damn.. how cud she do this to she.. as a closefriend.. she shud be helping when she's the only one who can help me.. i hate her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i've been on the phone with alysae fer about 6hrs.. from 6.30pm till now 12.30am.. &lt;em&gt;mengalahkn mataer seh..&lt;/em&gt; haha&lt;em&gt;.. &lt;/em&gt;we talked about so much things and still have much more things to talk.. our most hot issue was about us putting on weights.. yea.. very hot! i was looking thru my past years photos.. omg! so much different lah! see this pics.. and imagine what i ate untill so fat now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SElj2ojDygI/AAAAAAAAAWc/bhU9SIUXYY0/s1600-h/Muke+kanak2+riang.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208804234279242242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SElj2ojDygI/AAAAAAAAAWc/bhU9SIUXYY0/s200/Muke+kanak2+riang.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 2.. muke kanak2 riang.. slim huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SElj2YjDyfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8OGrF1f3z_s/s1600-h/When+im+still+slim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208804229984274930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SElj2YjDyfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8OGrF1f3z_s/s200/When+im+still+slim.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sec 3.. alysae nd me.. both slim, rite? now.. dunno wat happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SElj2IjDyeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/XKtrwUYSwkc/s1600-h/When+i+still+have+shape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208804225689307618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SElj2IjDyeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/XKtrwUYSwkc/s200/When+i+still+have+shape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;see! im so much sexy before, den now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are telling.. all this happen because of diy.. hmm?? i think so.. as u can see.. before im with diy.. so slim nd sexy.. now?! so fat and no more sexy!! damn it.. but its okay.. people gain weight because dey're always happy.. happy with their love ones.. and yes! i love diy! but still.. i want my body back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;DIY! U'RE BIG FAT LIAR!! KATE NK KOL TP TK! URGH! ND U DUN EVEN TAG ME.. IHATE U! WE'RE GOING OUT TOMORROW, OKAY?! CALL ME NOW!! BONCET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-8865666318769218847?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/8865666318769218847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=8865666318769218847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/8865666318769218847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/8865666318769218847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/06/alysaeudora-rossanne-ali-is-most.html' title='alysaeudora rossanne ali is the most useless closefriend!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SElj2ojDygI/AAAAAAAAAWc/bhU9SIUXYY0/s72-c/Muke+kanak2+riang.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-8224233289809955261</id><published>2008-06-03T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:21:09.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last week, yesterday and today . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SEUv_st_ARI/AAAAAAAAAWE/b_z9c0zxRwo/s1600-h/Bau+bucuk+pn+ttp+syg!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.. last week was so damn bz.. not on monday.. well on monday.. went to white sand with mummy.. we had our facial treatment.. cool man.. tuesday to friday, i have my f&amp;amp;b course.. so damn tiring.. tuesday and wednesday was not dat tiring as we only have theory for the day.. but thursday and friday was so tiring as we had to cook.. on thursday.. we learnt how to cook minestrone soup, roasted chicken with blablabla.. also how to make strawberry shortcake.. my group members was me, the chef, zahirah, supposed to be bartender and nasha, the useless manager.. i juz love cooking! but i hate cutting vegtables, onions and all.. so, i had zahirah and nasha to do the cutting.. and my job is juz to cook.. thanx to me.. our soup is the best.. and our group's strawberry shortcake was the most beautiful.. now on friday, the day itself.. like i said.. i hate cutting vegtables and all.. so had the sec 3 girls to do it.. not to forget.. on thursday.. went to zahirah's home to do our menu.. after everything is done.. i dig out all her old diaries.. guess wat i found.. see these pics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SEUv_ct_AQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PBkSDC3Kp00/s1600-h/Arlo+!(549).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207621311211176194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SEUv_ct_AQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PBkSDC3Kp00/s200/Arlo+!(549).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wats in this page was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"today, i feel quite sad because my bestfriend, (to me), Atiqah, didn't have any attention on me but on my goodfriend, afiqah. sometimes i hate &lt;strong&gt;her. she&lt;/strong&gt; like to spare me and &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; is irritating. in class, i always can't concentrated because &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; and afiqah always make a lot of noise. i wish we all could be together. but there must be atleast 4 person. so it would be be fair. well that's all. goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;time: 08:50&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;yours,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;zahirah"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was written by zahirah.. my old bestfriend.. the &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; was refered to me! i cant believe she cud say all this behind my back.. omg.. i was quite shock when i read this.. but its okay.. this was old story.. we were no longer bestfriends but are still friends now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SEUv-8t_AOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/jemo67fx5i0/s1600-h/Arlo+!(547).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207621302621241570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SEUv-8t_AOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/jemo67fx5i0/s200/Arlo+!(547).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was the second one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"today is my second last day of examination. my 1st had got his pay. t was so excited. he is going to buy me a prepaid card. i started to take numbers from hanisah, but the atiqah thought i was going to betray her! i am so fed-up. i thought we are going to be closefriend but she didn't trust me!! yeah so wat if i told hanisah about their plans!!! if she were in my shoe she will also do the same thing! i felt pity for hanisah! well if i tell tat like she's gonna care!! now i feel so sad and horrible  if Atiqah is gonna kick me out! i don't care at all!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUCKING BITCH I SO GONNA HEAT UP HER AND COOK HER ALIVE!! HATE HER BITCH! ARGG TAK TAHAN AKU!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;zahirah"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh come on.. which bestfriend wanna see her besfriend talk to the person she hate.. well.. this is me.. if i u are my best friend don't wanna see u talking or together with the person i hate.. well the reason is I DUN WANNA LOSE U TO THE PERSON I HATE.. same goes to AFIQAH, ALYSAE, and DIY.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SEUv_Mt_API/AAAAAAAAAV0/FzvWoHwlk6E/s1600-h/Arlo+!(548).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207621306916208882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SEUv_Mt_API/AAAAAAAAAV0/FzvWoHwlk6E/s200/Arlo+!(548).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was the best part man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yea.. this 3 pics are from zahirah's old diary.. dere's nothing got to do with now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday, went to juron swimming pool with alysae.. dere's no one else to come along with.. its okay.. juz 2 person is kinda fun too.. actually got lots more things to say.. but i gotta go now.. my room light blews off.. damn it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-8224233289809955261?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/8224233289809955261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/SEUv_ct_AQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/PBkSDC3Kp00/s72-c/Arlo+!(549).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-3930220959954255061</id><published>2008-05-24T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:58:34.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss miki, also diy.. :(</title><content type='html'>yesterday.. at 10+.. i was otf with diy.. when i realise dat miki was shivering.. i thought he was juz playing with me.. den i pulled his leg to make him mad at me.. but dere's no reaction from him.. dere must be sumtink wrong with my hamtaro.. so i lift him up and i realise dat he's lyke struggling out of breath.. den i opened up his mouth but dere's nothing blocking his airway.. i guessed its tyme fer him to leave me.. well.. animals are lyke humans too.. dey live and will die sooner or later.. i feel lyke crying hard last nyte.. lyke my family knows dat miki was my hamster &lt;em&gt;tersayang.. &lt;/em&gt;i carried him to the living room.. coz i cant bare to leave him die lonely.. i hung up with diy.. and just wanna concentrate to miki.. i love miki so much and i wanna see him till his last breath.. but miki juz cant die infront of me.. i've waited fer abt 1hr but miki is still struggling.. i just cant see miki suffering.. so i gave him a kiss and put him back at his home.. and went to sleep.. 10 mins later.. my mum knocked onto my room door and tell me dat miki has died.. den i went to the kitchen to see him.. i lift miki up and i found dat his body was cold.. miki is really dead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.. going picnic with diy.. juz cant wait to meet him tomorrow.. even though i just met him yesterday.. i'm always missing him.. planned to have foods and stuffs dere.. and just see if our plan wud work.. and yea.. diy told me not to bring so much food coz he might not have appetite.. well.. lets juz wait and see if he's really dun have appetite.. i love diy so much and always do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-3930220959954255061?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/3930220959954255061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=3930220959954255061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/3930220959954255061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/3930220959954255061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-miki-also-diy.html' title='i miss miki, also diy.. :('/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-503924062086251748</id><published>2008-05-23T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:03:17.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love shopping!</title><content type='html'>on thursday.. went to bugis.. shopping giler babe! pity my mum.. haha.. i bought watch, shades, high heels nd hand bag! i wasn't thinking of anything when we're shopping.. until i realise sumthing at home.. those things i bought are things dat i dun really like to wear.. like my watch.. come on, since when do i really wear watch?? then the shades.. dats not really the matter coz i do wear shedes.. high heels! i hate heels man! i had my legs cram wearing heels during hari raye!! and why do i buy dem?!! lastly the hand bag.. it's normal dat girls wear hand bag.. but girls dun wear CARLO RINO handbag! mums do wear dem! OMG! wat happen to me?? i fell like i was possess by a &lt;em&gt;makcik2's&lt;/em&gt; spirit when im doing my shopping.. what a brand! CARLO RINO siak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, wat happen in school was dat dere's evg got talent final going on.. so sad dat my group was not selected.. its ok.. i had a lot of fun dere.. as i cud see diynnn.. hahaha.. &lt;em&gt;so the, oh! cair aku! &lt;/em&gt;after dat performance.. tyme to go home.. afiqah and i was walking out of school when we saw dat pig face, shakira.. she was laughing so ugly-ly.. until i said.. &lt;em&gt;'pukimak! muke burok abes siak! hahahahahah...' &lt;/em&gt;den she suddenly keep quiet.. and afiqah was laughing so loudly all the way.. hahah.. and my results.. wow! i had 5 fer my maths, english nd malay.. nd &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; fer the rest of my subjects.. great huh? haha.. show my results to my dad.. dere's a smile on his face at dat tyme.. suddenly a frown on his.. oh man! i knew he wud be dissapointed.. all he has fer me is this short sentence.. 'no shopping and no more going out everyday, only once a week depends on his mood' i was so shocked at dat tyme.. june holiday already started.. and what am i going to do den?? WTH.. if i were to go out with hubby on saturday.. den wat am i going to do on monday to friday?? oh shit.. i shud have done well... damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. just now.. went to mit uby.. he was sick today.. pity him.. went to McDonalds fer lunch.. i had my cheeseburger nd uby got his McNuggets.. he has no appetite.. and i was about to finish my cheeseburger nd his McNuggets.. but den i wudn't be nice if i were to eat a sick person's food.. especially he's my beloved hubby.. hahah.. i open up the McNuggets box and told him to eat sum.. and he did.. after eating half of my cheeseburger.. WTH i tot he didn't have appetite to eat but den.. he was abt to finish his last piece.. luckily i was fast enuff.. "diy i want one!" den he gave me the precious last piece.. so lets make this as a lesson.. amoung thousands of sick people who says dat dey has no appetite, 1 of are dem are hungry but juz wanna hide it.. juz offer dem some food and see if dey finisf it or not. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-503924062086251748?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/503924062086251748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=503924062086251748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/503924062086251748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/503924062086251748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-shopping.html' title='i love shopping!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-3469121964715347349</id><published>2008-05-20T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:39:21.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bad day.</title><content type='html'>back to blogging.. it was months ago when i last post about afiqah's uncle's wedding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so bored..went to skool this morning.. im late again.. afiqah called me this morning.. tot she was late too.. she asked me if im going to skool or not.. and i said 'yes, but late' den she say 'ok'.. i asked her if she wanna go skool late wif me or not? she said no.. i asked her 'why'.. her reasons was.. she is always late and dun wish to come skool late today.. den i say 'ok' which i noe she never care abt late coming.. and when she's late.. im always dere wif her.. but when it comes to my turn, she's like this.. fine wif me.. when i reached skool at about 9.. i saw dere's this prefect looking calling me from the canteen.. so i pretended dat i didn't hear anything.. den he came to me.. he's asking me to report late.. oh, come on.. he's a short pants prefect.. who cares.. i told him dat im here to send something to the office and im going home.. stupid reasons huh? yet he let me off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went up straight to class.. dere's no teacher in class.. only 5 girls, including me, were present.. the rest.. M.I.A.. especially &lt;strong&gt;ALYSAEUDORA R. ALI &lt;/strong&gt;who promised me to go skool to die2 ask fudin for help.. but den did not come.. &lt;em&gt;babi btl!&lt;/em&gt; it was a boring day i've ever had in skool.. damn it! feel a waste of tyme coming to skool today..with no one entertaing me.. ugrh! had a class photo-taking juz now.. kinda fun.. juz dat past only.. our first short was like smile.. 2nd smile so widely.. 3rd when fandi nd i juz took our photo like nobody buisness and last shot is when i wanted to give a kiss to fandi.. hahaha.. dat was fun.. den it was reccess tyme.. i was so damn hungry and so was afiqah.. when we all(me afiqah nd the guys) were complaing in class dat we were hungry.. but when reccess tyme.. i asked afiqah if she feels like eating or not? den she say like no.. den i asked her.. where she wanna go if she dun wanna eat? she said.. dunno. i have this feeling dat she wanted to sit wif the other guys.. all i care is im hungry.. and i dun give a damn about her.. after skool like normal went to 856..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so scared about my results.. all i noe is i pass my maths.. dats all.. the rest urgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-3469121964715347349?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/3469121964715347349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=3469121964715347349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/3469121964715347349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/3469121964715347349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-bad-day.html' title='my bad day.'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-1116428524788193946</id><published>2007-12-24T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:43:18.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn irritating</title><content type='html'>on the 15.. went to afiqah's uncle's wedding.. had a lot of fun dere.. i didnt expect to be hurt like dis.. he saw me nd he left.. it is ok IF he did not leave me a message.. but he did.. dats damn hurt.. i dun dare to say anything.. i dun give a damn of wateva u do now.. all i noe im happy wif my life.. n hoping dat u do too.. lets put dis a side..&lt;br /&gt;wat happen dat day was dat.. my hubby flirts infront of me! damn it! nd she is no one else.. she's ELLYNA.. wat happen FIRST was.. me nd uby was eating.. everyone noes dat he drinks water SO much.. and so.. he asked HER to top up his empty cup fer him.. whereas, im nearer to dat &lt;em&gt;tempat air lah&lt;/em&gt;.. wateva.. i dun really care coz im eating dat tyme.. nd maybe, he dun wanna disturd me.. fine wif me.. SECOND thing was dat.. dere's something on HER hair which HE had spotted.. nd i was abt to remove dat thing from HER hair.. HE did it first before me.. dat was damn! i nvr saw a guy touching other girl's hair INFRONT of his girlfriend.. well, its ok.. my reaction was slow maybe.. fine wif me.. THIRD was when the kompang  guys arrived.. dey're not dat hot actually.. but.. afiqah nd me went to watch dem closer.. dis was crazy.. wat we did was teasing those guys.. waddehell.. guys shud be the one to tease the girls.. ahha.. we did it fer the sake of fun.. nd we dun mean aything.. i left uby thinking dat he wud follow me closer to the kompang guys.. but i was wrong.. i turned ard.. nd i saw him and her standing far, far away from me.. LUCKILY.. dey were not standing next to each other.. nd so, dat is fine wif me! FORTH was when SHE felt thirsty.. i'm thirsty too.. nd 4eva to uby.. so we went to get a drink.. i took a cup nd filled it up.. den HE took another cup.. i tot he wanted to fill it up.. but no! HE passed the cup to HER.. it's not fair! i took the cup myself.. but HE got it for HER! tot it over.. who ask me to be the ferst one to take the cup?? who noes HE take the cup fer me den HER?? nd so, everything is fine wif me.. coz i noe, yadiy don't flirt.. but i do.. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd last few days.. got to noe this guy.. he's my very "bestfriend" ex.. damn it! dunno where he get my num.. waddehell! he's so damn disgusting! well i got nothing to say bout him.. he's just.. a sex maniac! yucks! i hate him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-1116428524788193946?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/1116428524788193946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=1116428524788193946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1116428524788193946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1116428524788193946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/12/damn-irritating.html' title='damn irritating'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-9058122866192611890</id><published>2007-12-04T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T13:43:39.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i fat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've not been gone out fer quite some times.. like everyone noe.. i loves to eat.. wat i did everyday was dat.. i usually wake up at 12pm, 1pm or 2pm.. went straight to my brothers room.. use his laptop till its abt 4+.. den i brush my teeth and MUNCH anything dat i saw.. i MUNCH while watching tv.. MUNCH while doing sudoku.. and MUNCH all day long.. at ard 6.. when im sick n tired of tv and sudoku.. i'll go fer bath.. after bath, and changed.. it'll be ard 7.. at dat time i wud always be damn bored! and ard dat tyme was when my uby will call me.. so wait fer his call and talk with him.. told him abt my boring day.. and he told me abt his work.. after talking.. wud be 8 lyke dat.. got nothing to do.. help my mum wif cooking.. if not.. i'll juz stare my hamsters and give dem food.. and anyway.. i do chores ppl.. 8.45 if when my dad arrive home.. i dunno why.. but im so excited when my dad's coming home.. he came home everyday.. but i guess.. dere's something wrong wif me.. when my dad arrive home.. he wud look so damn tired.. so.. my mum will get some food fer him to eat.. and i'll get drinks fer him.. den i'll sit facing my dad and juz stare at him thru out he's done.. after dat wud be 9 plus.. must have something to watch at tv rite? at dat tyme.. i'll get lots and lots of fod wif my fer my to MUNCH while watching tv.. i dunno the regular tyme when my bro came home.. when he opens the door.. he will surely see me first.. and wat he say was.. "kau ni makan je, gemok!" den was like lost seh.. well i juz ignore him anyway.. i watch and MUNCH till late at night.. at 12 i'll slow down my MUNCHing.. at 1 i'll watch project runway aND.. stop MUNCHing.. at 2 i'll went to sleep.. and dats my daily routine.. i did dat everyday.. i do eat so much rite? but, am i fat?? my parents say im not.. my uby said he dun want me to be fat.. and if he didn't say annything.. den im am not fat to him.. but why do my bro says im fat?? maybe he always see me eating and dats y he said im fat? or am i really fat? juz dat no one notice me?? i dun wanna be fat! but i love eating.. dey're just my buddies.. food are my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-9058122866192611890?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-8427743829890698532</id><published>2007-12-03T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T15:50:26.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love u both</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im so confused.. i LOVE u both.. he and also him.. im sori but i've to choose ONE.. if only i can be wif both of u..i wont have to be at this situation.. i love 'he' so much but 'him' even more.. dis is damn hard.. i tot 'he' is juz my fren.. coz i dun expect anything from 'he'.. but now i love 'he'.. i can't say dat i totally 4get 'him', coz i love 'him' so much! i've made my decision.. and i've left 'he'.. i tot everything is over.. but now, i felt guilty.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;told natassya everything juz now.. we use example like alep fer 'he' and upi fer 'him'.. lols.. dey're our cousins ok.. hahah.. ferst she ask me to choose alep den upi.. confuse siak.. last tyme, 'disana menanti disini menunggu' is fer 'he' now fer me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;aniwae.. i've juz learn a,b,c haha.. but i missed out some letters.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE LETTER 'A'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you Available?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` not again!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wh at is your Age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What Annoys you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` hot weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE LETTER 'B'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you live in a Big house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` soon maybe?? but not now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When is your Birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` 17 jan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who is your Best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` I don't have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE LETTER 'C'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your favorite Chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` fererro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who 's your Crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` i dunnoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When was the last time you Cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE LETTER 'D'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you Daydream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wha t's your favorite kind of Dog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` chiwawa?? i dunno how to spell.. as long it sounds the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What Day of the week is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE LETTER 'E'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever been in the Emergencyroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;`4 wat??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you had a crush dat startsw/letter E?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` nehi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE LETTER 'F'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Favorite Flower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` rose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE LETTER 'G'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you chew Gum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` duh!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you a Giver or a taker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` taker! but i give sometymes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE LETTER 'H'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your Height?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` 1.51 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what color is your Hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` red. copper brown and a little dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE LETTER 'I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your favorite Ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` strawberry hagen daze. yumyum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever Ice skated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` yup but i always fall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you play an Instrument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` nope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE LETTER 'J'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your favorite Jelly bean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` i dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What Year were you born in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` 1992.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whats one thing you yearn for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` to be good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE LETTER 'Z'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whats your Zodiac sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` monkey! o o ak ak ak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you believe in the zodiac?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;` i do and horoscope too, and dats me. i believe in wat people dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-8427743829890698532?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/8427743829890698532/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-6665007463509802041</id><published>2007-11-27T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:47:42.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dunno den shut up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;last saturday, my uby fren ask fer girls num. from me.. given him so much number.. and still he ask for more.. waddehell seh?? klau da org tanak beribu pompan kau carik pon tk kn dpt.. bodo! den last nyte dere's dis fren of mine.. asking me fer guys number.. isn't it like great? guy ask fer girls number.. girl ask fer guys number.. waddahell! den i ask him la if she want her number? den dis morning den he ask fer her number.. so i give la.. da la tu.. den nk masok campor abt my relationship.. asking me if its true dat we're having a mth break.. like wateva seh.. obviously u noe dis news from the person itself.. nmpak sah btol la! den bobal cam paham, "u jgn sad lah dier ckp dier tk suke gado2" .. jgn mcm phm ah ! sape agi knal dier dulu?? kau diam2 sua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;today, so many ppl got cheated by me.. 'YES! I AM PREGNANT' haha.. sume tny.. and dere's dis guy, FADHIL is one of my victim.. ask me if im really pregnant.. den i convince him till he really believe me.. after dat he ask if im single or attached? den i say i'm single.. and ask him if he can be the father of my child.. waddehell.. he really dun want seh.. i force him like hell to be the father of my child.. den everything came out.. he said.. god have not gave him life partner yet.. den i say i dun care.. i force him to marry me tomorrow.. den he said he have school tomorrow.. den i say i'll wait after tomorrow.. den he really2 dun wanna marry me.. so sad seh.. haha.. den wats worst.. he straight away change his status to away or be right back.. rabak siak ni jantan.. den i change my pm to, 'FADHIL! marry me.' haha.. den atlast i told him the truth.. haha.. tu la.. anyone kpo, KENE! same goes to rizal, natassya, ain and more... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;another survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Three Names You Go By:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` atiqah. atique. MANJE! haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Are You Wearing RightNow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` a shirt and shorts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*You must answer every questiontruthful ly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you still have feelings foryour ex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` i dunno, yes i guess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever been given roses?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is your all-time favoriteromance movie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` its been changing everytime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How many times have you honestlybeen in love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` 3tyme. the rest 4 fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you believe that everyone hasa soul-mate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` i do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Whats your current problem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` im alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` duh. if not y wud i have a break?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Your thoughts of online or longdistance relationships?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` huh??.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Have you ever seen a friend asmore than a friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` yes, he's with me now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Do you believe in love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. How many kids do you want to have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` 3!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 . What is your favorite color(s)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`brown, black n red.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Do you believe you truly loveonly once?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` i dun care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Imagine you're 69 &amp;amp; your spousejust died, would you get re-married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` no la. got kids 4 wat?.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 . At what age did you start noticingthe opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` 12.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What song do you want to hear atyour wedding?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` bila larut malam, .=.= ane aku tau bodo!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Do you know someone who likesyou?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` dunno. i dun wanna prasan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Do you like anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` i guess so. let it be a secret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Do you believe in second chances?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` yes. everyone make mistake wat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 . Are you in love with someone rightnow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` yes. i love u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-6665007463509802041?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/6665007463509802041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=6665007463509802041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6665007463509802041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6665007463509802041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/11/dunno-den-shut-up.html' title='dunno den shut up!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-8899870960926109097</id><published>2007-11-26T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T13:26:05.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guys are leaving girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess dis bloody mth, the guys are leaving the girls.. i dunno, but dats wat i observe.. for me, i haven't been left yet.. we're still together eh.. but den dere's dis couple.. dey're no longer together.. dat guy wanted to leave dat girl.. but! dat girl juz kept disturbing dat guy.. i told dat guy.. the only solution is to get a 3rd person.. but non of dem wanna make a move.. guy wants to stay single.. girl still love dat guy.. dis wont solve if non of dem make a move.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway, my mum says im pregnant!! ahaha.. coz i kept asking for longtong every morning.. i dunno why? but its nice la.. pagi2 bgn, gosok gigi, makan longtong.. sedap kn? haha.. as if i wake up in da morning.. after dis gonna brush my teeth anNdDDD EAT LONGTONG!!! yum, yum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-8899870960926109097?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/8899870960926109097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=8899870960926109097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/8899870960926109097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/8899870960926109097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/11/guys-are-leaving-girls.html' title='guys are leaving girls'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-6987277536228553243</id><published>2007-11-25T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T12:19:09.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick n tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seriously im damn sick n tired of u.. every week was lyke dis.. worstill the next 1 mth.. waddahell seh?? who m i to u? part tyme? or wat?! i've been waiting weekends by weekends.. and all u can give is juz week days? dat 2 hour plus only? and its only once a week! i dun want it.. its good enuff dat i can have sundays fer u now.. but u dun need it now.. if its few mths ago.. we've been complaining dat sundays is boring.. and u had to do sumthing which i dun wish u to do.. and now.. sundays are always avaiable for u.. but do u need it now? or u juz purposely give me stupid reasons for u to do wat u wanna do, dat past few mth.. i totally dun understand a piece of u.. u're making me lyke hell! i hate ur promises! dey're damn sucks! 10 yrs of promise and not a single sense dat i get.. u're damn sickening, u get me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;here's 2 survey i got from friendster bulletin :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[1] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Name someone who made yousmile today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*none of dem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. What were you doing at 8:00 thismorning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*sleeping lerr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3 . What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*cekik drh! u made me mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4 . What was something that happened toyou in 1992?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*i was born la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. What color is your hairbrush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6 . What was the last thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*i cant remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7 . Where did you keep your money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*in my wallet la. duH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8. What was the weather like today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*looks hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10. What are you excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*his decision!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;11 . Who was the last person to tell ua compliment? what was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*idk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1 2. Do you wanna cut your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*yes, like a bloody butch! which he wud feel as hell as i do now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;13. Are you over the age of 25?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*nopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;14 . Do you talk a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*i do. till u cudn't stop after i start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;18 . Do you make up your own words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;19. Are you ticklish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;20. Are you typically a jealousperson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*yes! a very one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;21. Name a friend whose name startswith the letter "C"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*cristiano &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;22. Who's the last person to call you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*yadiy of course, till he even made me mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;23 . Who was your ex-ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*farid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2 4 . What are you going to do afterthis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*SHOUT OUT LOUD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;25. How long have you been a member ofFriendster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*sec1 i think. 2yrs ago 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;26. How long do you think you wouldlive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*70+?? coz i dun wanna die soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;27. Have any feelings for someone inan opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*yup, syg + marah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2 8. Did you had fun on your last bday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;29 . What are you looking forward to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*nothing fer now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;30. Do you blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*wat is this dat im doing den?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;31 . What's your Blog address?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com la juz on top dere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;32. When did you broke up with yourlast ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*last yr 27 dec i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;33. Whats your current job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Where did your last kiss take place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*under the block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Who knows a secret or two about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yadiy la, duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Four words to explain why you last threw up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*i have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Have you ever burned yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yup! lotsa tyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. What's crazy to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yadiy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Favorite cuss word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*i dun tink i shut put it here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Who is probably talking a load ofcrap about you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yadiy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Who is your hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yadiy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Would you ever want to be asupermodel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*if im telented, y not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Who is the most experimental personyou know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yadiy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Do you tell white lies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*dun get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. When is your next party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* 17 JAN !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. Who do you want to be with rightnow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yadiy of course, but too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14 Do you scratch when and where youwant to scratch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*klau da gatal, garok je la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. How do you handle a break up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*hard la bodo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. Your motivation for tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*out. please!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. Do you know what you will weartomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. Last person to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*farid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19 . Last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*lontong i tink.. it was last nyte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. Do u ever go a few days withoutchanging your underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*giler ke pe kau?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. Have you ever accidentally eaten aninsect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*ants. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. Do daddy long legs freak you out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*nopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Have you ever cleaned up someoneelse's vomit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yucks! no way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. Have you ever dropped food on thefloor and eaten it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yup when i tot its wasteful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. Do you kiss your pets on the mouth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*nope, but i do to my teddy bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26. Do you talk baby talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*sumtimes, bile nk step cute. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27. What serial killer do you find mostdisturbing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;28. Do you watch court tv?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*dun get u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you ever work in a retirementhome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*no way. dey're no one to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30. Do you believe plants have feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*of course la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;31. Do you laugh at people with "bowl"haircuts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*hahahahaha. dats afiqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;32. Do you have nervous twitches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*kinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;33. Are you ever purposely irritating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;34. If you could fly, where would you gofirst?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;35. Do you prefer boats or planes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;planes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;36. Love or lust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*love for now, lust after marridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;37. One best friend or 10 aquaintances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*none of dem. dey're nothing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 8. Favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*too many, coz i juz love to eat. munchmunchmunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;39. Do you believe that your first lovenever dies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*it is deada now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;40. What upcoming event are you waitingand ready for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;41. Current smell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*like being forced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;42. Do you get your nails done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yea, i love my nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;43. Most favorite person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yadiy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;44. What was the last thing you orderedat McDonald's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*mcChicken meal i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;45. Are you an emotional person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*i am! i cry alot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;46. Do you like your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*even if i dun like, its already my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;47. Do you have plans this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yes! but everything was cancelld!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;48. Do you work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*i want to. but not tukang mandi mayat which sumone offered me last 2 nyte.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;49. Do you dance naked in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*i dun have to tell the truth.haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;50. When did your last relationship end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*not ended yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;51. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;52. Biggest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;53. How long have you been a part offriendster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*2 yrs like dat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;54. Favorite place to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 5. What are you wearing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*shirt &amp;amp; short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;56. Are your toes painted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*nopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;57. Does anyone hate you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*lotsa dem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;58. How many people do you trust fully?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*not at all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 9. Did you have fun doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*kinda, i started to like survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;60. Are you thinking of someone rightnow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*yes, yadiy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yadiy, yadiy, yadiy.. its all abt yadiy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-6987277536228553243?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/6987277536228553243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=6987277536228553243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6987277536228553243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6987277536228553243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/11/sick-n-tired_24.html' title='sick n tired'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-1288594356587519375</id><published>2007-11-25T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:28:10.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku sedang bingit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to kimek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we both have e same situation.. wat to do?? like u said juz follow e flow.. wateva la.. jgn trhegeh-hegeh lagi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;n today, so sian lei.. early in da morning went to cck stadium.. help out in my mum's fren stall.. kinda fun but den its damn hot! im turning black.. yucks! like udang kene bakar seh.. colour from pucat suddenly change to masak.. and dat represent me la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i was already like hell juz now.. den sumone uat hal.. no names mention! can anyone tell me? sleeping at ur own home or other people's home is more comfortable?? after an overnite at chalet.. den must be pagi2 da check out kn.. den alek teros la.. wat is it for dat u nid to sleep at ur frens house before going home? waddahell?! tk masok akal seh.. wateva.. we're miting tomorrow anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-1288594356587519375?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/1288594356587519375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=1288594356587519375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1288594356587519375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1288594356587519375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/11/aku-sedang-bingit.html' title='aku sedang bingit!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-1742986866246880048</id><published>2007-11-23T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:59:54.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello, its been a mth ago dat i last post.. too lazy to update.. hari raya no update all no update.. useless! todays dunno wat to write.. ok.. every year is da same.. i'll have no one ard me.. as usual.. dey all left me alone.. like as if i dun exist. giving me stupid reasons.. wateva la.. pity my uby.. no wonder he want a mth break.. i mean not dat we're seperating la.. but den juz dun contact sumthing like dat.. he working so damn hard.. till he dun even have enuff rest.. hopefully he'll get better soon.. i dun really used to understand him.. always asking him to call me.. on e fon till late night.. some kind of inconsiderate person la.. org nk rest pegi suro lyn kn muke dier.. ish.. dats bad of me.. n now den i understand.. yea! its ok.. 1 mth is not dat long.. atleast i dun have to left him for his bloody job.. just a short break, be patient.. at e end of e day.. im e one to get my happiness.. cool !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;btw i lyke dis survey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have to answer the surveywith an honest heart. An honest heartwill give you good luck for the entireyear. "What if your ex tells/asksyou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Why did I let you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* coz im a playgirl or u have other girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can I win you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* sure! when my uby dump me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* ouh i love u too.. but life have to go on.. we're no longer together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When did we last talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* either 26 dec or october sumthing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you go out with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* can... but u must be my ATM card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey, can i give/ask you for a ride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* sure. if u have a BMW or a super 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Were you able to move on when I have not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* hello?! i've move on 11mth ago la dey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I regret losing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* well i dun.. coz im having fun now.. maybe later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot keep my promise to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* do u even promise me? tk ingat ponnn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My parents do not like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* shud i say i love ur parents so much??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friends says we don't lookgood together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* yah, i noe.. i heard it many tymes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have changed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* like how? makin lawa ke? thanx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-1742986866246880048?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/1742986866246880048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=1742986866246880048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1742986866246880048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1742986866246880048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/11/patient.html' title='patient'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7748755802346857653</id><published>2007-08-23T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:19:16.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pape la</title><content type='html'>alahai.. balek2 tk maen ah minah.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. kena suspend juz now.. ahha.. juz bcoz of book onie.. haha.. lame siak.. during chem period.. LXT came in.. "mummy! studied chem last nite!!" smangat2 nk amek test.. den suddenly.. mdm haslina call for me.. err?? asl eh? *do u noe this book? -yah *whose is this? -umm.. mine la.. *are u sure? or did u stole this book.. alamak! dunno wat to say animore.. got kicked to the office.. WTH?! suspend LAGI!!! lerr.. cam tk biase plak.. suspend.. suspend.. suspend.. alar.. tk heran la.. told my uby bout this.. he's lyke.. "ape nk jdi u??" blablabla.. ok.. another 1 more day.. it's ok.. da lame tk kene suspend.. damn it! if this dun happen.. satu taun tk kene suspend siol!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-7748755802346857653?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/7748755802346857653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=7748755802346857653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7748755802346857653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7748755802346857653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/08/pape-la.html' title='pape la'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-3217994234922727907</id><published>2007-07-22T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:14:46.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RH day!</title><content type='html'>its Racial harmony day last fridae.. damn tired! ferstly had to woked up early in da morning.. 6am!! damn it! if only im not involve wif dat thing.. i cud have slept 1hr longer.. okae.. went skul wif slippers.. haha.. tot we can stay in the store and nid not went fer morning assembly.. skali.. dere goes karen tan.. shouting to call us to the parase sq. alah juz go la.. got najib and ipen wearing slippers wif me.. aiyaya! dey're not going to the parade sq.!! dey're staying in da toilet! tk gune!! member gini macam! haha.. nvm.. gi mampos la.. sape nk gi mrh2.. after assembly.. went to the stall.. alamak! kene dgr md. chan pny speech plak! alah.. waeva la.. me and z sneak into the store room.. ahaha.. we're safe! z was doing the cutting.. and me.. mealting those chocs.. yum2.. den.. when the speech is over.. dere goes my classmates.. one by one came in.. we're bz setting up the stall.. i mean.. dey were.. im not.. juz watching dem in and out the store.. while stiring those chocs.. so tempting to taste.. ahha! grab a doughnut.. and dere she goes.. atiqah munching and munching lyke no one's buisness.. haha.. makan je kau! haha.. ellyna shout when she saw me chewing the doughnut.. i told her.. dat was my ferst one.. and she say.. yaya.. ferst going to 2nd.. coz im holding another doughnut on my other hand.. haha.. yum2.. those chocs are heaven! sedap gillerrr!! haha.. den asked fandi to carry the heater wif the chocs in it.. den he say.. "kau angkt lar.." den i say.. it was heavy fer me la.. hand pain la.. atleast he scold2 but carry it.. dari tk angkt.. mmg carik pasal! haha.. den.. everything was set up.. haiya.. have to keep stiring and stiring the chocs.. coz i dun want it to.. umm.. wat do we say it ah? alah.. hangos la.. den it wont be nice animore.. and so.. i keep stiring and stiring.. while customer come and go to our stall.. untill warda came wif her 'monyet' yea! 'MONYET' i love monyets!! haha.. ask her how much is it? mak kau!! $4 seh! mahal nk mampos!! ahha.. bought it wif.. *ttuuutt* haha.. bought the mummy and the baby monyet.. damn cute mann! annd.. it was a tired day dat day.. went home annddd.. gedebab! tido!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yea.. u make me feel nothing.. i dun wanna noe.. i wanna feel it.. its much worth it.. i knew dis will happen.. and dats the reason why i hug u lyke hell.. and i look thru ur eyes coz i dun wanna miss u again.. feeling bad today.. but i have few more hrs to end this day.. inm waiting for the minute.. &amp;&amp;amp; i want peace.. im tired of enemies.. grow up people.. going well wif everyone this daes.. i love my days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-3217994234922727907?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/3217994234922727907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=3217994234922727907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/3217994234922727907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/3217994234922727907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/07/rh-day.html' title='RH day!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-4358576832056374432</id><published>2007-06-15T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:53:14.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>come on people.. wat has zakiah got to do wif me? u people hate zakiah.. den y are u tagging me? pls la.. had enuff of people tagging nasty things at my blog.. u got nothing doing it.. i'll juz delete it anyway.. ouh yea.. got my url thru zakiah links rite? solve things out.. dun disturb me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was this TWO people again.. wateva my nick is.. got nothing to do wif u! u dun even noe why the fucking hell i was given dat nick and dere u go making fun of me.. 'que' oh.. tk kene je.. wateva la! dere's TWO atiqah/atikah in our class ok?! dun gimme this damn dat im the only atiqah in everygreen.. oh wat the fuck! tell me.. how do u differently pronounce atiqah and atikah.. isn't it sounds the same? call this atiqah.. dat atikah will look.. call dat atikah.. this atiqah will look.. complicated rite? and so.. we have our own name as.. atique and atikay.. get it?! atiqah wif the 'Q' will be atique.. dat is.. 'QUE' atikah wif the 'K' will be.. atikay.. and dats 'KAY'.. bongok! so wats wif ur nick.. eeuuwww.. lagi tk kene! name anjing ade lah! fucking idiots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahha! elly's gone to thailand yesterday.. msg me the nite before.. buying things fer me.. wee!! hopefully she'll have fun dere.. coz everyone noes dat she's not up to helping.. but to shopping only! haha.. she'll be back by 19th june.. yay2! can't wait for her return.. i'll stranggle her to death if she came back wif nothing! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; zombie!! biler nk kol aku?! been waiting fer so long.. tk kol2!! urgh.. useless freak!! call aku lar!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-4358576832056374432?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/4358576832056374432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=4358576832056374432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4358576832056374432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4358576832056374432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/06/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-3269122967837914004</id><published>2007-06-02T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T11:13:12.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>may's over</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ouh yea.. may is over.. damn! tough month fer me.. now is JUNE! yeaa.. but still quite bored.. not going out 2dae.. it's SATURDAY! supposed to be my day.. shit head.. overtime plak! haiya.. if it's abt werk.. anytyme.. suro m.c pon tanak.! nvm la.. atleast we often nit last wk.. ok.. last few days.. elly plan to go escape 2dae.. but i said.. i'll ruin all her plans.. haha.. dats me.. penDENGKI! huahua.. if it's ELLYNA.. atiqah will be DEVIL!!! hahaha.. dunno if her plans still on.. but wat i noe.. afiqah, z and me.. not going.. if it's azura syafiqah only.. haha.. menyasal kau gi.. hmm.. she's leaving thailand soon.. ahh.. can't wait 4 the moment she'll be back.. jgn kau balek tgn kosong!! aku bunuh kau!!! haha.. ok.. dats fer elly.. n z! haiyaya.. been creating lotsa trouble fer afiqah.. i dunno.. juz hearing thing from afiqah only.. not from z yet.. and her blog! WTH?!  it's like mine in the past.. uhumm.. ZAKIAH?? SAPE JE YG KAU DA CARIK PSL NIE?! haiyoo.. and afiqah! ahha! scandalism!!! hahaha.. 2day she going out.. wif.. umm. dunno which guy.. told her.. isn't it easier.. collet 7 guys.. and keep changing guys daily.. haha.. currently she have 2 of dem.. hmm.. dats afiqah.. and me.. dunno wats happening.. had a little change 4 the past 5 mth.. im afraid to lose sumone.. usually.. i dun give a damn to anyone.. be it my fren.. or anyone la.. but now.. its different fer me.. everything change in the short 5 mth....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-3269122967837914004?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/3269122967837914004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=3269122967837914004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/3269122967837914004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/3269122967837914004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/06/mays-over.html' title='may&apos;s over'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-6251211871653748500</id><published>2007-05-27T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:24:26.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>hello! so long nvr update.. going well this few days.. urgh!! damn it! did very bad fer my exams.. i fail my maths! waddahell?! feel like burning my result slip.. sucks man! and again.. she started it.. asl la pramah sgt.. tk de org pon tny every sat aku kuar.. ni la org2 zaman skrg.. too friendly.. org tk tny pon nk blang.. haiyaya.. ouh yea lost my phone! fuck man! miss dat phone seh! got so many pics.. numbers.. everything la!! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next.. last friday was sports day.. damn bored siak! morning plan wif afiqah to go breakfast.. and my laling too.. den afiqah sick.. feel bad to cancel wif laling.. so juz continue la.. but didn't went for breakfast.. juz mit up to take my shirt.. den after dat.. went stadium wif qamar..and laling went to werk.. huahua.. he's almost late! haha..me and qamar.. mmg confirm lmbt pon.. haha.. ouh yea.. FARIHIN! - AKU TK MASOK CAMPOR! haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-6251211871653748500?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/6251211871653748500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=6251211871653748500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6251211871653748500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6251211871653748500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-8951835353038529401</id><published>2007-05-18T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T11:16:43.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>had lotsa food yesterday.. urgh!! damn full after having lunch at seoul garden.. with elly, fandi, taufik, azura.. it's on mr sam soo.. ate so much.. even more den taufik can stand.. haha.. dats me.. i live to eat!! and eat.. is fer me to eat!! i love eating!!! yumyum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-8951835353038529401?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/8951835353038529401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/8951835353038529401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-1391704336055253739</id><published>2007-05-15T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T12:16:47.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will nvr 4get!</title><content type='html'>wateva happens on sat.. i'll nvr 4get.. it's not easy to 4get things.. worst still.. it really hurt me DEEPLY.. people may wanna remember the best memories and 4get the bad ones.. but to me.. 4 wat? the bad ones may happen again anytime.. u'll juz have to be prepared.. ouh yea.. nvr fall fer sweet words.. coz sweet words SUCKS! dey say but dey did not meaan it.. sweet words are worthless.. i admit.. dat im not dat sweet to say sweet words.. which i dun wish to say.. dun say but prove.. more value den saying.. lastly.. dun prove to people by killing urself.. u prove nothing.. but prove dat ur escaping from ur problems.. dats all i can say.. hope u get wat i mean.. bukan sindir.. juz to make u clear.. i'll nvr 4get wat u did.. i will NEVER 4get..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-1391704336055253739?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/1391704336055253739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=1391704336055253739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1391704336055253739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1391704336055253739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-will-nvr-4get.html' title='i will nvr 4get!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-2084937457050844745</id><published>2007-05-12T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T12:22:00.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn it!</title><content type='html'>yes! mmg da lame tk post cite HOT! ouh hot? wat the fuck! ok.. juz now.. hapi2 nk tgk movie ngn yadiy.. ok la.. can say HAPPY.. but den.. HAPPY turn to MAD.. noe wats mad? M-A-D! MAD.. tau tk? alah.. another word 4 gile.. or angry.. damn it! juz my damn fucking luck.. mcm besar pny SIAL.. asl la pompan2 si ling ni sume prangai like pukies?! from GUCCI to FATIN.. and FATIN to who else?! ok.. gucci was my ex pny ex.. short story farid my ex pny ex gucci.. nvm.. dat was old story.. now.. was fatin.. who the fucking hell is she.. pukimak mane plak ni? ouh she's fatin.. my guy pny ex.. get it? MATAER AKU PNY EX.. here goes the story.. after watching jgn pandang blakang.. yadiy was so bz.. org kol la.. msg la.. tny sape.. mak n wan.. PENIPU.. went to interchange.. ade org msg lagi.. ade je org yg menyebok.. tot it was his mama or syazwan.. skali amek kau.. fatin sial.. eh! da tk de pompan laen ke nk msg?! dey didn't only msg.. tpi kol skali! ouh shit.. shud have still contact wif fahmie.. or even mit him.. isn't fair? wateva la.. do wateva u wanna do.. i dun give a damn! ape nk heran.. bole balas alek pe.. nvm.. juz wait fer the day.. PENIPU BESAR!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-2084937457050844745?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/2084937457050844745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=2084937457050844745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2084937457050844745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2084937457050844745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/05/damn-it.html' title='damn it!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-2476447667639460639</id><published>2007-05-11T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T18:02:52.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so bored.. nothing to do.. ouh yea.. finished my exams!! woohoo!! too bad fer the CUCI PANTAT APEK (cpa) people.. monday kene gi skola!! hahaha! ok enuff.. waiting to call my hubby.. 6 teros call! yea.. now do nothing read so many bulletin.. this bulletin is abt sch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)do you like your school ?&lt;br /&gt;yup.but  i hate the cleaners and my principal!&lt;br /&gt;2)do you hate your teachers ?&lt;br /&gt;yup! lotsa dem.&lt;br /&gt;3)do you like all your classmates ?&lt;br /&gt;nope! i hate yi liang!&lt;br /&gt;4)do you like your class ?&lt;br /&gt;yup! had lotsa fun here. =)&lt;br /&gt;5)do you like your school uniform?&lt;br /&gt;yea! like scottish girl. miss SOLEMAN!&lt;br /&gt;6)do your school allows ankle socks ?&lt;br /&gt;nope. i dun like dem too.&lt;br /&gt;7)do you get in trouble with oneparticular teacher ?&lt;br /&gt;erm.. more den 1 i guessed..&lt;br /&gt;8)do you daydream in class ?&lt;br /&gt;yup!&lt;br /&gt;9)have you done your homework for thelast homework given ?&lt;br /&gt;ade hmwk ke?!&lt;br /&gt;10)have you been caught by teachersfor just having long nails ?&lt;br /&gt;haha.. duhh&lt;br /&gt;11)have you ever spent more than 5minutes in your school toilet ?&lt;br /&gt;yup.. i tie my hair.. BERAK,KENCING all!1&lt;br /&gt;2)have you ever smoked in your schooltoilet ?&lt;br /&gt;yup.. 2 times! haha&lt;br /&gt;13)have you ever fell asleep when theteachers' lessons gets boring ?&lt;br /&gt;duhh! if not.. make noise!&lt;br /&gt;14)what was the last vulgaraty yousaid in school ?&lt;br /&gt;fandi fucking shit! cibai!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;15)what have you got your teachers forlast year teachers' day ?&lt;br /&gt;last was the... i dun noe..&lt;br /&gt;16)where do you sit in class ?&lt;br /&gt;in the middle.. under a fan.. wee!&lt;br /&gt;17)where's your school library ?&lt;br /&gt;kuar class belokkiri jln teros belok kanan lari langgar tembok! boom!&lt;br /&gt;18)how long was your recess ?&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;19)how long have you not gotdetention ?&lt;br /&gt;2 times only.. great huh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woopsy! 2mins late.. 6.02! ok.. im done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-2476447667639460639?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/2476447667639460639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=2476447667639460639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2476447667639460639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2476447667639460639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-6566546923676223255</id><published>2007-05-09T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:45:07.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate monday!</title><content type='html'>ok.. so long nvr update.. and.. i'll nvr 4get wat happen on the last few fucking monday.. 22 april 07.. damn it! no one noes abt it.. except fer z fiq and elly.. wateva it is.. girls.. 4get wat happen.. i luv u girls.. =)&lt;br /&gt;ahha! hot news! ROSE FADHILLAH cuti branak! haha.. watdahell?! elly's said dat 2 mth she won't be in school.. haha.. sounds funny.. juz wait fer the next 2 mth.. see if  dere's any diff. on her.. if it's true den.. dats bad.. she go thru her pregnancy wif fucking shit heads ard her.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-6566546923676223255?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/6566546923676223255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=6566546923676223255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6566546923676223255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6566546923676223255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/05/hate-monday.html' title='hate monday!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-4464415388805323900</id><published>2007-04-28T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T12:11:27.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i believe!</title><content type='html'>ouh.. i dunno why.. but im born to believe in horoscope.. everything i read has got to do wif my life.. people say im stupid to believe horoscope.. its juz an horoscope.. may not be always right.. but no! i totally believes it.. yea.. btw.. the signs i recently read nowdays is libra and capricorn only.. here's the horoscope for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* :: libra:: *[his]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sometimes when things don't go your way you can get emotionally shut down and decide to &lt;strong&gt;WALK AWAY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Today you could have a discussion with someone that brings up some intense issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before you run away from uncomfortable emotions, try to figure out what this situation has to teach you.&lt;/span&gt; If you can breathe and come at things from a positive space, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you should be able to resolve this problem and make a fresh start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;-YES! u always did that.. no doubt.. ouh yea.. i prefer to be alone when stressed out.. but this doesn't give u the key to WALK AWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-yups.. lotsa issues.. accusing, no trust and bla3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-red are the solution fer u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* :: capricorn :: *[mine]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something unusual could put a smile on your face today. Look for beauty and love in the simplest of things. If you can't see it there, then work on adjusting your attitude. More likely, your own inner state is what needs to be fixed, as opposed to the world around you. If you can shift to a light and understanding mood, you will receive a spark of laughter and romance that is sure to brighten your day even further.&lt;br /&gt;-wateva to mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. wat happen juz now was that when we met.. went to sembawang.. told him dat someone ask fer my no. and he look like farid but it wasn't him.. den he ask why i nvr give my no. at him..  den i say tanak la.. 4 wat.. den he say.. "muke mcm farid pe" so?! must i give my no. to every single guy dat look like farid?den wat abt u?? u dun even look like him at all.. not even alike! so i shouldn't have given my no. to uand we'll never noe each other.. except for keeping in touch thru msn..is dat wat u want? bilang la! jdi i tk pyh nk trhegeh-hegeh nk msg u! i dun really want to actually.. cume da boring and tk de kwn.. and then we are together till now.. and u noe wat iu dun really care abt me..and u dun give a damn if im taken away.. alah.. senang2 bleh dpt.. ape nk heran.. kn?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was at kfc.. kakak call and she wanna mit me.. sekejap aje.. u gi jmpe kakak u la.. i nk alek.. wat the fuck?! can u die waiting for juz a few secs while i mit my sis..wats wrong wif u?! bole2 nk balek! nk jmpe sape ni?? if u say u're tired.. come on! u have 1 whole day tomorrow! rest la puas2!! laen la klau bsk nk kuar kn... juz say if u really wanna go out 2morrow.. den u have ur whole day of labour day to rest! tk cukop jgk?!! quit ur job la.. find a more relaxing job when u can just sit back and relax and rest thruout the day! sunday tanak jmpe.. labour day tanak jmpe.. saturday plak nk alek siang.. wadahell?! u need a day off.. and ur 'a' is 3 days.. great! simple to say.. tk yah jmpe lagi da.. enjoy ur day off.. rest until u get sick and tired.. puas ati kn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not done yet.. after miting afiqah.. bile nk balek.. he kept asking me.. bsk nk gi ane.. bak nk gi ane.. den i say.. go study maybe.. tk sure la.. den he say nk gi ane2 must tell him.. 4 wat?! u sendirik tk pnah blang i ane2 u gi.. den he say.. coz i noe dat.. he nvr go anywhere else other den to werk or miting his frens.. so?! i pon same pe.. den he say.. he wanna noe whre im going and wif who.. wth! so i dun need to noe bout u is it? pls la.. dun give me nonsense kay.. final say.. im not going anywhre other den study at home..den he say ye la tu.. den i say.. ye la! den he say nnt u tipu.. HELLO? i nk tipu u dpt ape? klau bleh dpt cristiano tk pe jgk.. i get nothing la eh.. i told u im not lying and dere u go.. tuduh2 i smbrgan..and now.. u are on ur way to mit alip.. GREAT! i tny mlm ni jmpe alip tk u said no.. skrg sape tipu sape ni? u ke i?! make up ur mind la.. nxt wk nk jmpe tk? im not going to u and ask u out.. buang mase je.. ends up u give me this.. THANX!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-4464415388805323900?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/4464415388805323900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=4464415388805323900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4464415388805323900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4464415388805323900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-believe.html' title='i believe!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-292899870670502208</id><published>2007-04-27T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T18:35:26.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored..</title><content type='html'>today was bored.. waiting fer my hubby to call.. simple.. u call i talk.. if not.. im not calling.. juz now.. after school.. tot of going to 888 wif z n afiqah.. but den.. felt tired.. go home straight and sleep till now.. great! never go ncdcc.. juz wait for the day till.. mr sanjay or mr taufik to find me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-292899870670502208?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/292899870670502208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=292899870670502208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/292899870670502208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/292899870670502208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/04/bored.html' title='bored..'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-4858576784004071198</id><published>2007-04-25T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T18:32:45.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im damn happy!</title><content type='html'>quite a long tyme nvr update.. ok.. on monday.. mr sam call me and afiqah out of class.. ferst he mis take me and z.. he tot dat z was the 1 who gave trouble to rose fdadhillah.. huahua.. tk brslh seh.. haha.. den he said.. he hope dat we can at least not give any trouble to rose fadhillah juz fer 1 wk.. den i say.. no prob la.. juz 1 wk only wat.. den mt period.. dunno wat happen.. saw cikgu rose like wanna shout.. juz love giving trouble in her lesson.. "cikgu rose!!" haha.. i shout from outside the class.. den afiqah say.. "diam la.. kite ane leh kasi problem fer 1 wk" den i was like.. urghh!! suffer seh.. 45 mins siol.. mulot aku panas!! nk pekik!! haha.. ok enuff.. suffered fer 45 mins.. den start our crazy back.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday.. dat was yesterday.. went to mt class.. tot of debating wif cikgu rose.. coz i juz miss giving her trouble.. den suddenly.. she call me to her table.. ask me if i wanna join the pidato competition.. tot twice.. nk ke tanak.. like as if she wanna help me.. den she say.. i no need to scared.. coz she will support me.. den i say i see ferst.. den taufik kate.. "atiqah u can do it.. grab la.." of course i can do it la.. tpi klau kalah malu seh.. come on.. national seh.. den i say im scared.. not scared to face the judges la.. but scared if i didn't make it.. coz i'm known as the one who always wanna if even though its my mistake.. duhh! everyone's like dat.. told cikgu rose.. juz put my name la..&lt;br /&gt;after skul..went to z house.. went 2 see her meow2.. so damn cute!! small size onie.. cute seh!! so active.. bite my hand la.. scratch and even mess srd with my hair.. hahah.. so adorable.. tk bleh dok diam.. lari sane.. lari sini.. den when i catch her.. carry her on height.. she meow2.. hahah.. cute lah! den i went home.. bath went to mit dadiy.. tot i was late and cant be dere ferst.. but den.. hahah.. i made it! owe me 1 box ah syg!! haha.. den went to kfc.. whoa.. my hubby gone crazy!! dunno wat happen to him.. tk mkn obat ke ape.. he finished his meal.. left me and z maseh tgh mkn..  den he took teddy.. play around wif it.. nice word to describe him.. like small kid.. bad word.. like GILA! haha.. play ard wif it and making faces.. den suddenly he like.. tersengeh2.. asl ng dier ni? den turn ard.. hahaha.. got 1 lady wif her baby looking at him.. haha padan muke.. tu ah uat muke lagi.. haha.. brain damage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-4858576784004071198?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/4858576784004071198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=4858576784004071198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4858576784004071198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4858576784004071198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-damn-happy.html' title='im damn happy!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-6404411472844407798</id><published>2007-04-14T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:58:37.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bugis..</title><content type='html'>juz now.. went out wif my dadiy and z.. went to bugis.. find the shop where elly bought her sweater.. z wasn't feeling well.. so she wanna go home.. we took 960 go back wudlen.. she stop at marsiling.. i and dadiy stop at wudlen interchange.. dadiy walk me home.. untill fushan gardeb only.. den we went our seperate ways.. so hard to be apart.. hug and kiss him like dere's no more tomorrow.. TOO sayang till i react lyke this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE HIMM SO MUCHhh ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored now.. all alone.. dadiy went exploring.. klau kol nnt kacau plak.. dad sleeping.. mummy and sis watching prison break dvd.. left me in the living room.. from juz now using computer lyke hell.. so bored juz read some bulletin only..&lt;br /&gt;1st bulletin:&lt;br /&gt;1.Would you kiss the last person youkissed again?&lt;br /&gt;~ouh yea! i love him.. y not?&lt;br /&gt;3.Have you ever liked someone so muchthat it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;~umm.. i tink so.. but dat was past.. im happy now..&lt;br /&gt;4.Have you ever made a boyfriend orgirlfriend cry?&lt;br /&gt;~yupsy.. everyone does dat..&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you happier single or in arelationship?&lt;br /&gt;~i'll choose single if i am now.. but im happy in my relationship now..&lt;br /&gt;6.Have you ever cheated on someone?&lt;br /&gt;~ouh yes! dats my hobby.. to the fuckers only.. sygku.. u're next.. haha.. no lah..&lt;br /&gt;7.Have you ever told someone you lovedthem and didn't mean it?&lt;br /&gt;~yup.. dat's juz for his satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;8.Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;~duh!&lt;br /&gt;9.Have you ever broken someone'sheart?&lt;br /&gt;~ i tink so..&lt;br /&gt;10.Talk to any of your exes?&lt;br /&gt;~talk, sms, chat.. everything lah!&lt;br /&gt;11.If you could go back in time andchange things, would you?&lt;br /&gt;~no way! i prefer things now..&lt;br /&gt;12.Think any of your exes feel thesame?&lt;br /&gt;~everything is over&lt;br /&gt;13.Do you believe that you are a goodgirlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;~of course! im already a good girl.. y not a good girlfriend.. haha.. not sure ask my dadiy.. syg.. i good not?&lt;br /&gt;14.Have you been in an abusiverelationship?&lt;br /&gt;~dun really get this question.. but i guess.. im all in relationship..&lt;br /&gt;15.Do you believe everyone deserves asecond chance?&lt;br /&gt;~of course!&lt;br /&gt;16.Do you believe in love at firstsight?&lt;br /&gt;~yupsy! dats sweet..&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;~yeah! the faster the better.. haha&lt;br /&gt;18.has anyone ever told you theywanted to marry you?&lt;br /&gt;~every single one of my boyfren!&lt;br /&gt;19.Ever liked someone else's boyfriendor girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;~kau gile?! im not desprate la!&lt;br /&gt;20.Does heartbreak really feel as badas it sounds?&lt;br /&gt;~stupid question to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats the end of the survey.. next.. read this horoscope.. WAT THE HELL?!&lt;br /&gt;im capricorn,, and it says -I Can Have Sex All Night Long!&lt;br /&gt;my hubby.. a libra,, and it says - I'm Great In Bed!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! dats funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next suvey again! lyke fun la do survey.. after dis will be it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; have you been to a disco??&lt;br /&gt;*nope.. in future maybe..&lt;br /&gt;2: have you danced infront of yourboy/girl??&lt;br /&gt;*I tink so..&lt;br /&gt;3: are you thinking about somethingright now??&lt;br /&gt;*Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;4: what is it??&lt;br /&gt;*how my hubby went fer his exploring..&lt;br /&gt;5: have you been into a dangeroussituation??&lt;br /&gt;*maybe..&lt;br /&gt;6: what is it??&lt;br /&gt;*i said mayb erite?! tk paham eh?!&lt;br /&gt;7: have you been falling in love??&lt;br /&gt;*duh!&lt;br /&gt;8: with who??&lt;br /&gt;*to many guys.. and now.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YADIY&lt;3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: have you cried infront of yourboy/girl??&lt;br /&gt;*Yea..&lt;br /&gt;10: when??&lt;br /&gt;*when i was wif dat fucker.. made me cry in front of his fucking frens.. danmn it!&lt;br /&gt;11: have you gone out with yourboy/girl before??&lt;br /&gt;*countless!&lt;br /&gt;12: have you bought anything for yourboy/girl??&lt;br /&gt;*yup!&lt;br /&gt;13: have you kiss your boy/girl??&lt;br /&gt;*kiss, rape , molest.. EVERYTHING! haha&lt;br /&gt;14: have you quarrel with yourboy/girl??&lt;br /&gt;*yup&lt;br /&gt;15: why??&lt;br /&gt;*this is the most irritating survey ever.. why..why..why!&lt;br /&gt;16: how's your life with yourboy/girl??&lt;br /&gt;*HAPPY ; )&lt;br /&gt;17: have you two fought because ofsomething???&lt;br /&gt;*come on every fight got to do wif something rite?!&lt;br /&gt;18: do you have anything special withyour boy/girl right now??&lt;br /&gt;*buddy and teddy!! atiqah and yadiy &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;19: have someone gone out with yourboy/girl??&lt;br /&gt;*sat AINI! Urgh!!&lt;br /&gt;20: any message to your boy/girl??&lt;br /&gt;*I Love U Owaez ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats it.. im done..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-6404411472844407798?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/6404411472844407798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=6404411472844407798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6404411472844407798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6404411472844407798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/04/bugis.html' title='bugis..'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-5114485949296083783</id><published>2007-04-11T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:18:57.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>k-po!</title><content type='html'>hey! tot u can't be bother wif me.. why the hell are u reading my blog? woopsy! lupe tk cukop mengumpat eh.. hai la.. da naseb.. so wat if i lied my mummy.. guessed u lied her more den me.. wateva la.. noe how irritating it is.. when people juz lyke to k-po bout us.. not enuff of me securing my phone? tk lock msg.. bace msg org.. ingt balak da ok.. tk lock multimedia.. tgk gmbr2 org.. bilang satu singapore.. nari dier kuar ngn dier ni.. kai baju ni.. eh! tk penat eh? now.. lock multimedia.. blog plak.. ape ni?! irritating la.. pls ok.. gossip.. gossip.. gossip.. MULOT KALAH KN MAK ORG!! ok.. dats enuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next.. juz now was fun.. actually i tot of bringing z wif me to mit this guy.. but den.. she went home straight to escape maths remedial.. elly plak.. after step.. she went for remedial.. so i've to go alone.. actually.. last nyte.. he sms me.. knal2.. wateva la.. den malas nk lyn.. i said..bsk bole jmpe? nk tdo ah.. actually.. i dun mean to lyke.. gatal2 la.. juz to see who the real him.. den.. after step-up.. went to the blk opposite my school.. ask him to wait at link way.. obviously i can see him when i step out of my school gate right.. den.. saw this guy.. WTF! muke PEK siak.. haha.. my hubby 10 tymes better den him! haha.. den.. try to call his phone.. when it rings.. dat guy im looking at angkt tepon.. den i hung up la.. sape mau lyn.. yucks! disgusting.. den i try to walk pass him.. see if he noes me... PENIPU haram.. dier tk knal pon.. bobal ye2 je.. "u are preety, cute.. bla3.." padehal tk knal.. mepek sak! i even smiled at him.. and he juz lyke.. ignore me.. ape lagi.. brambos sua.. tggu lanme2 ade ape.. menangok muke bdh ni.. haiyaya.. go home.. sleep is much more better things to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yea..  my hubby is sick.. so am i.. haha.. titanic.. i die u die.. i sick u oso sick.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS MY HUBBY ! ! :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-5114485949296083783?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/5114485949296083783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=5114485949296083783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5114485949296083783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5114485949296083783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/04/k-po.html' title='k-po!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-5116698780461924619</id><published>2007-04-07T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:21:10.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>went my hubby house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juz now.. went to my dadiy house.. SHIT! shud have wait fer him at bradell.. but den.. nk tau jgk mane rmh laki aku.. haha.. went under his blk.. wah! go so many lift.. nk tggu kt mane seh.. den i call him la.. den he say "kt blakang" so i turned behind.. TK GUNE! blom mandi lagi.. with his some king of basketball pny baju.. dunno lah! den ask me to went up.. den i went up.. AND i said dat i go up.. wait outside house.. i'm not coming in.. den wait fer a long tyme.. dadiy say.. he'll bath IF i go IN his house.. go in.. no big deal la.. den got his adek.. told me dat.. "adek i tk kn kuar bilik" so i sat at the living room la.. den his adek kuar.. i was lyke.. alamak! nk uat ape ni? den juz smile at him la.. AND he also say.. his dad will come back at around 12 or 1.. PENIPU! 11.45 dier da alek!! wat the hell.. BIG liar! lie me stakat nk suro dtg rmh.. SHIT u! haha.. den go back wudlen.. tot of mitting z.. and study s.s fer monday test.. but den.. 5.30 den she came.. and dats the tyme im going home.. luckily she came right on tyme.. the tyme when i've packed all my stuff.. cekik drh pny pompan!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouh yea.. not to 4get *OUR* MICKEY MOUSE.. done by nurul atiqah, (diploma-artist) and md. yadiy (ermm.. juz a nornal artist [haha!!] ).. ok2.. actually.. the normal artist was the 1 who drew this mickey mouse.. and i juz edit it.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rhe2m3-z0fI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RCSecs4w5ZY/s1600-h/mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050706286097977842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rhe2m3-z0fI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RCSecs4w5ZY/s200/mickey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cute rite?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-5116698780461924619?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/5116698780461924619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=5116698780461924619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5116698780461924619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5116698780461924619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-my-hubby-house.html' title='went my hubby house!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rhe2m3-z0fI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RCSecs4w5ZY/s72-c/mickey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-5317287668960557845</id><published>2007-04-06T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:21:11.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it's good friday.. no one's home.. except fer my sis.. my mum was out.. went to hospital to visit my nanny.. wanna go out wif my dadiy.. but he went to someone's party.. too bad.. den call z.. ask if she's free.. but den.. she's going to malaysia.. to celebrate her dad's bdae.. im alone! so LONELY! missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh ya.. read this bulletin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl dreams that oneday she will find a boy that does these things for her.&lt;br /&gt;Even the smallest action can have the BIGGEST impact in someones life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want these from my dadiy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• give her one of your t-shirts to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;• leave her cute text notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;• kiss her in front of your friends.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;• tell her she looks beautiful.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;• look into her eyes when you talk to her.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;• let her mess with your hair.&lt;/s&gt; always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;• touch her hair.&lt;/s&gt; always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;• just walk around with her.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;• forgive her for her mistakes.&lt;/s&gt; it's a must! =)&lt;br /&gt;• look at her like she`s the only girl you see.&lt;br /&gt;• tickle her even when she says stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;• hold her hand when you`re around your friends.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• when she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;• let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;/s&gt; and lap too!&lt;br /&gt;• get her mad, then kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;• tease her and let her tease you back.&lt;br /&gt;• stay up all night with her when she`ssick.&lt;br /&gt;• watch her favorite movie with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;• kiss her forehead.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• give her the world.&lt;br /&gt;• write her letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;• let her wear your clothes.&lt;/s&gt; after rain bathing session! haha&lt;br /&gt;• when she`s sad, hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;• let her know she`s important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;• let her take all the photos she wants of you.&lt;/s&gt; also the ugly sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;• kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• when you fall in love with her, tell her.&lt;br /&gt;• and when you tell her, love her like you`ve never loved someone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet huh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rhezf3-z0YI/AAAAAAAAAUs/H8GLXGCcwGI/s1600-h/03-02-07_1907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050702867304010114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rhezf3-z0YI/AAAAAAAAAUs/H8GLXGCcwGI/s200/03-02-07_1907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our 2nd meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rhe0aH-z0eI/AAAAAAAAAVc/oygJ96Wt0UQ/s1600-h/20-02-07_1622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050703868031390178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rhe0aH-z0eI/AAAAAAAAAVc/oygJ96Wt0UQ/s200/20-02-07_1622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUDDY! the valentine's present from DADIY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RhezgX-z0cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1allaugbqFA/s1600-h/19-02-07_1612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050702875893944770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RhezgX-z0cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1allaugbqFA/s200/19-02-07_1612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still luv u even u looks lyke this. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RhezgX-z0bI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ykegk3SqY1E/s1600-h/19-02-07_1611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050702875893944754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RhezgX-z0bI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ykegk3SqY1E/s200/19-02-07_1611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RhezgH-z0aI/AAAAAAAAAU8/puyNed1SMDo/s1600-h/17-03-07_1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050702871598977442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RhezgH-z0aI/AAAAAAAAAU8/puyNed1SMDo/s200/17-03-07_1637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RhezgH-z0aI/AAAAAAAAAU8/puyNed1SMDo/s1600-h/17-03-07_1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RhezgH-z0aI/AAAAAAAAAU8/puyNed1SMDo/s1600-h/17-03-07_1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy and the prince!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rhe0HX-z0dI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xGl0j2C8mzc/s1600-h/ugly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050703545908842962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rhe0HX-z0dI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xGl0j2C8mzc/s200/ugly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOPSY! IT'S OUR UGLY FACES! not for public ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RhezgH-z0ZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VKTaI1JU17w/s1600-h/17-03-07_1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050702871598977426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RhezgH-z0ZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VKTaI1JU17w/s200/17-03-07_1635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the SOURers.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` I LOVE MY ^ HUBBY ! * MUACKS ! ! *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-5317287668960557845?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/5317287668960557845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=5317287668960557845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5317287668960557845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5317287668960557845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-friday.html' title='good friday!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rhezf3-z0YI/AAAAAAAAAUs/H8GLXGCcwGI/s72-c/03-02-07_1907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-929417487162060076</id><published>2007-04-05T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:33:33.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ouh shit! had this stupid gastric.. damn it! wats worst.. dey gave me this stupid disgusting syrup medicine.. yucks! tk sedap seh! taste like some kind or chinese medicine.. too bad still have to eat it.. after dat straight away call my dadiy.. tot.. lagi siang lagi lame.. but den lagi siang lagi cepat! WTH?! i'm sick and wanna talk to u.. i also wanna share dis problem wif u.. but den.. 4get it.. u wanna hung  up early.. bnyk pny pnat, kol kwn bole! woopsy! lupe.. u going a party 2morrow.. so today bz.. no tyme to talk.. wateva!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-929417487162060076?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/929417487162060076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=929417487162060076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/929417487162060076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/929417487162060076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-sick.html' title='i&apos;m sick!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7481630953418727474</id><published>2007-03-31T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:21:14.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keling indian mama day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;juz now.. went to serangoon road.. wif mummy n dadiy.. ferst went to delhi restraunt.. eat the 'mama' food.. not to 4get muttu who servered us.. and bala cicak who sat beside me.. haha.. den went to mustafa.. go in.. walk around..ack.. so boring.. tot dere's something intresting.. dere's only intresting&lt;strong&gt; 'buah dada'&lt;/strong&gt; dere.. right cicak? haha.. den.. took taxi home..usuall if i went out wif mummy.. it's always me who slept on her lap in the taxi.. but today.. went out wif mummy and dadiy.. still i got sleep la.. on dadiy's lap.. but! it dosen't last till our destination.. while im sleeping.. heard like a bear or lion roar.. really disturb my sleep.. den i open my eyes.. see dadiy sleeping.. wah! so noisy seh.. den i give way la.. let him sleep on my lap.. looks like he's more comfortable.. great! the comfort the noisy this bear produce.. haha.. nvm.. as long as he's comfortable.. den when he woke up.. blink2 his eyes like a baby.. haha.. dats so cute.. den.. blablabla.. something happen.. not an ordinary one.. strange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owkay.. dats all for today.. on 9 march.. had our road run.. tough and a happy day.. tough when we have to run.. and happy.. when 3 caring unite.. this is fun.. here's the pic i grab from mr. sam soo's blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg81eKC-97I/AAAAAAAAASk/zVTcj4Kn_SU/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048312499514832818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg81eKC-97I/AAAAAAAAASk/zVTcj4Kn_SU/s200/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jannah-yellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;qamar beside her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me-black(duh!) &amp; afiqah beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shakila red and syafiqah beside her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ellyna black and azura beside her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg81eKC-96I/AAAAAAAAASc/7cp-6laXqbQ/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048312499514832802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg81eKC-96I/AAAAAAAAASc/7cp-6laXqbQ/s200/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and afiqah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg81eKC-95I/AAAAAAAAASU/ZLgRM_n4GC8/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048312499514832786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg81eKC-95I/AAAAAAAAASU/ZLgRM_n4GC8/s200/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its us again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg81d6C-94I/AAAAAAAAASM/8ghiZbw7Kuk/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048312495219865474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg81d6C-94I/AAAAAAAAASM/8ghiZbw7Kuk/s200/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blacks and greens (me, z, qamar, fiq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg81d6C-93I/AAAAAAAAASE/67bt2H6u16s/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048312495219865458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg81d6C-93I/AAAAAAAAASE/67bt2H6u16s/s200/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blacks and greens 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg82O6C-99I/AAAAAAAAAS0/RKnphCTWaf4/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048313337033455570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg82O6C-99I/AAAAAAAAAS0/RKnphCTWaf4/s200/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg82OqC-98I/AAAAAAAAASs/KqQ_9t5lQAs/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg82O6C-99I/AAAAAAAAAS0/RKnphCTWaf4/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our class photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg82OqC-98I/AAAAAAAAASs/KqQ_9t5lQAs/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048313332738488258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg82OqC-98I/AAAAAAAAASs/KqQ_9t5lQAs/s200/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg82O6C-99I/AAAAAAAAAS0/RKnphCTWaf4/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again! but now.. afiqah kene hempap! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg82O6C-9-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/rG4uamZ7xiw/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048313337033455586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg82O6C-9-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/rG4uamZ7xiw/s200/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;qamar and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg82PKC-9_I/AAAAAAAAATE/aRdqkj4d5bw/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048313341328422898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg82PKC-9_I/AAAAAAAAATE/aRdqkj4d5bw/s200/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bachelor and tube girls.. haha (elly, zombie, me, atiqa, syafiqah, fiq)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg82PKC--AI/AAAAAAAAATM/EFHH-4FByE0/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048313341328422914" style="FLOAT: left; 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MALAYSIA bole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg823aC--CI/AAAAAAAAATc/iIah1n3cGE0/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048314032818157602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg823aC--CI/AAAAAAAAATc/iIah1n3cGE0/s200/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kimek syg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg823aC--DI/AAAAAAAAATk/P0kYqH1zn_Q/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048314032818157618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg823aC--DI/AAAAAAAAATk/P0kYqH1zn_Q/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my chairman, fandi. nice smile! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dats all.. no more intresting pics..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-7481630953418727474?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/7481630953418727474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=7481630953418727474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7481630953418727474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7481630953418727474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/03/keling-indian-mama-day.html' title='keling indian mama day!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/Rg81eKC-97I/AAAAAAAAASk/zVTcj4Kn_SU/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-4287895754291537372</id><published>2007-03-29T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T20:33:46.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday was great!</title><content type='html'>yesterday.. after step-up.. mit z and afiqah outside school.. hanisah and sulaiha followed.. den.. went hang around wif dem.. shared all our stories.. hanisah story was so sad.. pity her so much.. whoever u are.. shah.. hanisah miss u.. when i heard her story.. feel like i dun appeciate my dadiy.. so sad.. from 2dae onwards.. i'll try to control my temper.. tanak gado lagi! luv my dadiy so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok2.. wat happen yesterday.. after we hang out.. hanisah and sulaiha nk alek.. left the 3 of us.. i mean.. we 're 4eva together.. haha.. when dey left.. dis 3 monkeys were so blanked! haha.. dunno where to go.. den i decide to went my house.. den dey came la.. haha.. in my house.. afiqah and i was hungry.. i grab maggi curry and cook.. afiqah chicken maggi.. we both put egg.. i like the cooked egg.. coz the half cook egg taste awful.. yucks! but! afiqah like the half cook egg.. every disgusting food is all hers.. haha.. den.. we had our own maggi.. i finished mine.. so do afiqah.. but.. she left her half cook egg.. wah! dat half cook egg is like so precious to her.. really2 dun wan it to break.. den she slowly took the egg.. and put it into her mouth.. den chew it.. geli seh.. den she like purpose ly kuar2 kn dat disgusting egg to irritate me.. den we made video about the quit smoking.. den.. i took out my make up set.. ahha! time to make over.. haha.. dunno wat i did until afiqah face became like ghost.. den made another video.. dis tyme dunno wat title.. after dat.. wiped off.. all the make up on her face.. and re make over.. dis tyme i made her face like a sick person.. put some foundation on her lips.. so dat she look a lil bit lyke the disgusting woman on tv.. haha.. the one who has mouth cancer.. den made another video.. wah! this video need so many take siak.. my stupid actor.. kept laughing when the "sukar utk berhenti.." came.. haha.. but atleast.. we did it! haha.. well.. my role 4 yesterday was.. a director, make up artist and a camera girl.. wat the hell! all z does was juz being the audience only.. audience who dun appreciate arts.. haha.. mcm paham je.. i mean audience with no clap at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. these are the links 4 those videos:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disgusting egg smoker -&gt;  &lt;a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q276/nobsizaa/?action=view&amp;current=rokoktelor.flv"&gt;http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q276/nobsizaa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rokoktelor.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghost -&gt; &lt;a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q276/nobsizaa/?action=view&amp;current=antugiler.flv"&gt;http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q276/nobsizaa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=antugiler.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smoker -&gt;&lt;a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q276/nobsizaa/?action=view&amp;current=merokok.flv"&gt;http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q276/nobsizaa/?action=view&amp;amp;current=merokok.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must see them! watch ok?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-4287895754291537372?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/4287895754291537372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=4287895754291537372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4287895754291537372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4287895754291537372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-was-great.html' title='yesterday was great!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-5901118853108718757</id><published>2007-03-29T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T14:44:04.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ouh not again! tot mon, 26 was the last day we perang.. but den.. juz now.. aru je perang.. wats in my mind?? sickening!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-5901118853108718757?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/5901118853108718757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=5901118853108718757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5901118853108718757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5901118853108718757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-again.html' title='not again!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-6228903983619677460</id><published>2007-03-27T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:44:19.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>atiqah, atiqah... tsk3..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;haha.. &lt;u&gt;dadiy, dadiy, dadiy&lt;/u&gt;... im sorry.. elly said dat MARCH, JUNE, and SEPTEMBER is a challenging month 4 couple.. so dis few days, i've been scolding my &lt;u&gt;dadiy&lt;/u&gt; 4 no reason.. slh cket.. mrh! slh cket.. mrh! u must be saying.. "gile agaknyer pompan ni.." haha.. say lorr.. i dun mind.. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nvm.. another 4 more days.. after dat march pon abes.. damn month! pity my syg..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok.. enuff of dat.. yesterday.. i was late fer school.. smpai kolah ard 7.40 .. urgh! tot nothing wud happen.. but den stepped into the school.. dat fucking karen tan.. sebok2 je kt canteen! sway man!! den she say all e late comers take out everything from our bag.. so i took out everything la.. dis suddenly came out of my mind.. dat is.. to seal my fone.. kt mane seh nk tarok.. usually.. put inside my shoe.. slim mah.. but now cannot la.. after check have to go back to class.. kaki saket siol.. haha.. tink3.. den i say.. my illegal stuff always seal at 1 zip.. where no one may noe dere's a pocket in dere.. so i quickly put my fone in dere la.. den o.m check.. haha.. got nothing.. except for books and perfume.. huahua.. den dat karen tan came to me.. check my pocket all.. whoa prefer my dadiy hand to 'rabe' me more den dat lady sia.. yucks! touch my tummy, butt and nearly my &lt;em&gt;payudara&lt;/em&gt;! den my every single hair stands.. haha.. gile ke pompan ni?! astaga.. i noe mine bigger den u.. dun get jealous la.. silicon ade.. go operate la.. haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dat was yesterday.. and this was today.. juz now.. from start svhool till after recess.. i and afiqah tk de kene mrh pon.. sudden ly when came to &lt;u&gt;'MOTHER TOUNGE'&lt;/u&gt; period, i and afiqah suddenly become crazy.. cikgu ask to do surat kiriman.. whoa! so damn bored.. who wanna do seh.. juz a piece of nonsense shit! den elly took the question paper.. wanna pass to front person perposely hit my hair.. den i look at her.. like.. 'nk gado pe?' haha..den i say.. "kau sabar, kau sabar.. aku jdi ustad ni" den i took the news paper.. and roll it.. den hit her may2 times.. exactly like e imam in dis video.. where dere's 3 people praying.. 1 imam lead e other 2 guys.. den when the part need to sujud or sujut,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;ah! dunno how to spell dat damn word.. e guy behind dat imam.. hit e imam butt wif a slipper i tink.. he it him once.. but dat imam hit him.. wah.. countless! haha.. dats y i told her to wait while i prepare to be imama haha.. another word for female imam..  den while i hitting elly.. afiqah oso roll her news paper.. den join me hitting elly.. haha.. kesian seh.. it's like so damn funny till i can't take it and laugh so loudly.. den like cikgu pon cant be bothered wif us.. after she cheloteh to e class.. den she came to us.. "atiqah dan afiqah.. saye cadangkn awak brdua diusuhkn(dunno how to spell) dari class.." den i say.. "btol cikgu?!" den she nod her head.. wat a pleassure!! sit outside class sape tk suke seh! den we took our table and chair.. bring dem out.. cikgu asked ask to carry e table and e chair.. instead of carring we dragged dem.. made so much of noise and waste the class tyme.. haha.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now.. got nothing to do.. waiting to call my laling.. b4 dat.. sleep ferst! haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-6228903983619677460?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/6228903983619677460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=6228903983619677460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6228903983619677460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6228903983619677460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/03/atiqah-atiqah-tsk3.html' title='atiqah, atiqah... tsk3..'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-4811074296594610098</id><published>2007-03-25T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T13:01:24.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;looks like u've 4gotten me.. u juz cant be wif ur frens.. will surely 4get me.. and have no tyme for me.. all u'll say.. u're bz wif ur frens.. wat the hell?! u never noe how i feel.. geram tau tk?! have u ever noe dat im angry wif u? oh great if u say yes.. but wat did u do? u did nothing.. no no.. got it wrong.. u did something.. i mean u SAY something.. dis is wat u say.. "benci i eh?" or "i leh rase yg u mrh" hey2! how angry i am.. i never have feeling of hate at u.. get my words? thanx to u.. coz u noe my feeling.. oh well.. not relieve at all.. btw.. it's &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;12:55pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.. u can't be sleeping at this tyme.. confirm da bangon.. juz dun wanna msg me.. purposely or wat?! ish! seriously i dun understand u! u must be having fun down dere.. while hurting me.. tell me if ur feelings fade 4 me.. i'll hate and leave u soon.. but if u dun say anything.. no way 4 me to hate u.. luving u is all i can do..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lastly.. dun tell me dat u miss me.. coz u never do.. i dun need u 4 the moment.. :'(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-4811074296594610098?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/4811074296594610098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=4811074296594610098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4811074296594610098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4811074296594610098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-waiting.html' title='im waiting.'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-2247180679863246388</id><published>2007-03-24T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:47:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>correction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;changed my mind! let me msg u ferst.. im sorry.. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-2247180679863246388?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/2247180679863246388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=2247180679863246388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2247180679863246388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2247180679863246388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/03/correction.html' title='correction!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-2571121725471958872</id><published>2007-03-24T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:05:04.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tak paham la!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;wats the problem wif u? kate nk bobal? den y nvr reply my msg?! ni baru sms.. if i call u?.. i'll be talking alone.. pls la.. i marah kejap je k.. since when did i 'marah' u for a long period? pnah ke? tk kn.. juz a small mistake wat.. tot u were at where.. coz ur &lt;em&gt;DAMN&lt;/em&gt; frens sang so loud.. worst still.. sang the 'pakcik2' song.. but den u were in someone's car.. true or not? i pon tk tau.. den now.. tk reply.. so now.. i'm not in a fault.. it's u.. coz u tk eply! will not find u untill u msg or call me! hmph! btw.. hate ur werk frens.. damn it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-2571121725471958872?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/2571121725471958872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=2571121725471958872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2571121725471958872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2571121725471958872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/03/tak-paham-la.html' title='tak paham la!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-943251150345356601</id><published>2007-03-14T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:08:07.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so sad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;in confused.. dun wish to choose anyone.. luv u guys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-943251150345356601?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/943251150345356601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=943251150345356601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/943251150345356601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/943251150345356601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-sad.html' title='so sad..'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-5652759149280098617</id><published>2007-03-08T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:23:14.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karaoke!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;dis week was the mother tounge week.. and today was the karaoke day.. i and nasha was the 1 to be the jage2 people.. all contestant came to us to register.. there were almost 20 contestant for the individual and abt 10 groups for the group category.. contestant dat i noe was afiqah, alysa, najib, atiq, fahmi, wani, azura, syafiqah said and RAJA DANGDUT! afiqah.. her voice was so nice.. looks kinda rough2.. but den her voice was so sweet.. lyke a girl2 voice.. she sang the siti nur haliza song.. kind of a difficult song.. but she sang it well.. but too bad.. she didn't make it.. alysa.. her voice was so nice! any song can bring.. and she made it.. 'PENGAUP BESAR!' haha.. she won most of the category.. najib.. so playful! but the best entertainer.. atiq and fahmi.. dunno wat to say.. wani.. nice voice but she sang too soft.. azura and syafiqah oso dunno wat to say.. last but not least.. RAJA DANGDUT! my favourite contestant.. ferst look he was so damn ugly black beast! but when we look at him properly.. he's so damn cute! wif his sweet smile.. but he's dark coloured skin tone.. BUT! he's very the sopan.. he call me kakak.. i remembered wat he said.. "kak, bole masok lagi tk?" dat tyme was so sad.. cikgu said.. no more registering.. da tutop.. den i told him la.. cannot register anymore.. den he was so sad.. muke kesian seh! wah cannot see his face.. so damn pitiful.. den i try to ask cikgu if i can add in another 2 more contestant.. 1 was RAJA DANGDUT and the other 1 was mira.. den she say cannot.. i beg cikgu until she say can.. juz cant see dat RAJA DANGDUT face.. kecian giler.. den his turn came.. those stupid guys at the back was so rude! kurang ajar nk mampos! so wat if he has the girlish2 voice.. he doesn't bother u guys rite? so wats the big deal? lyke as if ur voices are so nice.. mmg nice pon.. when it came to the end.. i didn't noe dat RAJA DANGDUT can make it.. and so.. i ask him to leave la.. dun wish to see him dissapointed.. den he left.. wat the hell! shudn't ask him to leave.. he won the unique contestant.. and thanx to me for begging for him.. haha.. congratz RAJA DANGDUT! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-5652759149280098617?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/5652759149280098617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=5652759149280098617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5652759149280098617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5652759149280098617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/03/karaoke.html' title='karaoke!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7481637322530164243</id><published>2007-03-04T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:22:43.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kau gile.</title><content type='html'>yesterday.. went to east coast.. wif z, tajul and YADIY.. planned 7.30 .. i, yadiy and zakiah woke up late.. i and yadiy 7.. coz i msg him.. klau tk msg tk bangon gaknyer! z plak.. 8 den woke up.. wah! like nyonya besar.. need to be woked up.. and some more.. we waited 4 her under her blk.. no more big nyonya.. now.. big fuck! haha.. went dere.. tot wanna sabo tajul.. coz it's his bdae.. den tk supporting! "my dad kate tk leh mandi laut.. rilek2 je.." wat the hell.. gi rilek kt umah la! den went to walk along beach.. dat ding dong yadiy go push me.. da basah.. so juz mandi je lah.. after dat.. went makan at mcdonald.. after makan.. hang ard near beach.. den tajul nk alek.. alip and aini plak dtg.. followed by shazwan.. den z went home.. ard 330.. alip and aini nk rent bicycle.. yadiy plak yg nk alek.. still early seh.. dunno y.. den i da bus.. got myself a new pillow.. haha.. yadiy's leg.. sleep lyke as if  yesterday i dig hole 4 my grandma's dead body seh.. so damn tired.. the nite b4 yesterday.. slept at abt 11+.. den woke up at 7.. so kinda tired lah..&lt;br /&gt;and not to 4get.. 'KAU GILE!' i dunno whu.. but juz feel like typing it.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-7481637322530164243?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/7481637322530164243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=7481637322530164243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7481637322530164243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7481637322530164243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/03/kau-gile.html' title='kau gile.'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-429876327466325558</id><published>2007-02-27T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:55:07.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ahha! atlast.. got something to blog 2dae.. u're always the 1 to ask me to update my blog.. and 2dae got something to blog bout u.. but! if it's about u.. it's alwaez the negative things.. im always mad at u.. but juz cant tell u straight.. so.. let me tell u thru here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ferst.. u want ur fren to follow u 2morrow.. and u also noe dat i hate msging ur frens.. so damn irritating! and still u ask me to msg him.. wat the hell?! he's ur fren ok.. not mine.. i guessed it's good enuff dat i dun mind him following u.. and now u're asking me to confir everything wif him.. HELLO!! it's u who want him to follow.. so y the hell must i msg him?! ouh ya.. u're bz.. accompanying dat 'makcik'.. y eh? rosak nfon? ish.. kecian.. if she's smart enuff.. she can repair it for about 1hr only.. makcik oi! chinese new year da abes ok! kedai nfon pon da bukak.. u alone.. need many2 guys to accompany u.. ape ni makcik? pakcik tk de ke? or maybe.. u yg volunteer to accompany her la.. den makcik.. im sorry.. well, i'm not sure if dat makcik really exist.. not saying dat i dun trust u.. but come on la.. tk kn tu makcik tk de family sendirik.. must it be u guys to accompany her? ouh well.. BULLSHIT! wat so important bout dat fon? cant live w/o it? wat the hell! public fon pon ade pe.. now wat? 4get ur family members num.? dats impossible.. im 4getful too.. i simply 4get words in juz a minute.. tk caye? tny yadiy.. but still.. i remembers every single 1 of my family members num. .. okay.. no more things to say bout u.. if u really exist.. den get urself a notebook.. to keep all ur family members num. .. but if u dun exist den u must be a ghost.. im sorry.. dun hunt me.. hunt HIM coz he creates u 4 his reasons.. and tell u wat.. he loves exploring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly.. wat do u mean bt "tk kol tau.. agi pon bsk mit pe".. wat is 'pe'?! u mean u miting me 2 morrow lyke kene pakse la.. issit?! eh hello.. u tanak gi i tk ksah ok.. i told u.. "da la.. u tanak gi sudah" u get it? wat i mean is.. if u dun wanna go.. den don't.. shud i translate it to bahase bangla? wait2.. let me finish my secondary school life.. and attend bangla lang. course.. can wait.. den i'll make sure u understand every single word i say.. sorry if wat i say here hurts u.. im sorry.. but dis is the only way 4 me to express my anger towards u.. other den mengamok sendirik.. penat la.. cam org gile u noe.. sorry n i luv u..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-429876327466325558?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/429876327466325558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=429876327466325558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/429876327466325558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/429876327466325558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/03/grrr.html' title='grrr!!!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-1013166532453295339</id><published>2007-02-19T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:03:55.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vivo city!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ahha! juz now.. went to vivo.. wif my yadiy.. at ferst tot of going to museum.. 2gether wif z and elly.. but den z lom alek dari jb agi.. too bad.. so elly dun wanna follow us.. mit yadiy under my blk.. so stressed.. dunno where to go.. at last.. he suggest to go vivo.. so i juz go lah.. went dere straight away find for makan.. bought a meal from long john.. take away.. den look 4 place to eat.. walk3.. spot 1 best place.. beautiful scenery.. but! dat is the place where many people took pics.. and dere we are.. eating lyke no one's buisness.. haha.. after mkn.. went ard vivo.. went to 'toys r us' look thru the toys.. intresting.. feel lyke buying the whole store.. den.. when we're abt to leave.. saw yadiy fren.. wah!! i wonder will be my turn to mit someone related to me.. it's alwaez his! lyke we went to east coast.. saw his cousin at bus stop and at mc donald.. now.. saw at 'toys r us'.. wat the hell?! every single singaporean in singapore relates to him.. after dat.. tot of going back to wudlen by bus.. but den can't find th bus stop.. pandai sgt.. some more wanna debate wif me! haha.. den went back wudlen.. *walk ard the blks.. tyme almost 7.. den i went home..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-1013166532453295339?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/1013166532453295339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=1013166532453295339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1013166532453295339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1013166532453295339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/02/vivo-city.html' title='vivo city!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-2614833697571030940</id><published>2007-01-28T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:10:08.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello.. im back.. so long never update.. seems to be very bz.. dunno bz of wat.. haiya.. starting nxt week.. lagi bz.. mon, wed and thursday.. got step-up program.. wat the hell?! those who have to attend itit are all the 'good2' students.. lyke.. ATIQ, *NAJIB*, AFRIO, EN CHENG, ELLYNA, SULAIHA, HANISAH, and *ME*.. atleast 2hrs.. if im not wrong.. den friday.. got ncdcc.. wah.. so tight seh.. my rest day is on tuesday, saturday and sunday only.. tuesday.. haiyaya.. tired seh lyke dis.. and not 2 4get.. im losing my frens now.. afiqah and ellyna.. dey started werk.. so got not much tyme fer us.. afiqah.. who usually call me every single day.. will only call me on friday only.. so sad.. BUT! in school.. we're back crazy.. haha.. dats fun.. she wif her NYAHAHAHA.. for ever.. cam sial sak!! but still i lyke lah.. ouh ya.. not to 4get.. damn her!! after pe lesson.. look fer my fon.. tot it really lost.. den i tell her la.. den she ask me to check my bag la... bla3.. den sudenly.. azura show eye sign.. lyke.. 'afiqah amek, afiqah amek..' at ferst i was lyke.. tk kn lah dier nk amek seh.. den lame2.. look at her reaction lyke.. heran tk heran je.. den i testing ah.. "AFIQAHHH!!!" den she suddenly laugh.. and ran away.. obviously she took it.. chase her ard the class.. mother fucker!! da tk de keje laen nk uat!! babi btol!! nxt we have farihin.. haha.. *LATEST NEWS* farihin kasi zaki mandol!!! hahaha.. during recess.. walk wif farihin.. dunno wat she do untill i grab her head.. maen pusing2.. den when i let go of her head.. suddenly she hit her head on zaki's butt.. nice... haha.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lastly.. to my &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;YADIY&lt;/span&gt; syg.. promised to blog bout u rite.. ok..&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; YADIY&lt;/span&gt; is my &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ONE &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; syg.. no more other guys.. luv him VERY,VERY much! although we're far from each other.. still.. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;* I LOVE YOU! * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-2614833697571030940?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/2614833697571030940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=2614833697571030940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2614833697571030940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2614833697571030940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/01/back.html' title='back!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7977475260060285124</id><published>2007-01-18T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:13:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im 15!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yess!! im late today!! yea baby.. always wanted to be late.. and atlast! im late!!! woohoo!! this morning.. woke up at 6.45.. felt still tired 4 yesterday.. so sleep fer a while more.. den woke up at 6.58.. den wanted to sleep until 7.. haha.. 2 mins pon nk tdo.. so continue sleeping lah.. den my mum shout.. "ATIQAH KAU TANAK GI SKOLAH EH!!!" wah.. suddenly terbangon.. see tyme.. 7.01.. alah.. another 1 min lah.. den my mum da malas n kejot.. dier uat hal dier sendirik.. den i suddenly woke up.. look at the window.. whoa.. terangnyer.. tgk tyme.. mampos!! 7.15!!! haiyoyo.. den i scold my mum.. y she didn't wake me up.. den she say.. she's already tired.. so i say.. "org nk gi skola kn!! tk tau kejot pe?!" den nk step mrh2.. after dat.. go in my room.. sleep back.. tot not to go skool.. sbab da lmbt kn.. so continue sleeping lah.. suddenly.. bunyik message.. haiya!! sape ni?! kacau org pny tdo?! opened.. from afiqah.. "tiq.. 2dae u go skool?" den i reply.. "nope.. im late.. whre r u??" den she reply.. "gi ngn aku ah.. aku ngh tggu bus ni.. kite same2 lmbt.." den pikir pny pikir.. alah pegi je lah.. went to bath.. siap.. 2ron bwh.. afiqah da smpai.. da la lmbt.. bole jln lek2 agi.. haha.. as if we 'puntual' enuff.. haha.. den.. reached skool abt 8 lyke dat.. saw o.m.. he ask to open our bag.. den i open la.. den o.m say "wah! got perfume.. got hair spray.. tsk3" haha.. afiqah lagi sial.. ade celak, compact powder, oil paper.. and somemore lah.. stupid! bring make-up to skool.. giler2...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yesterday!! my birthday!! haha.. had a small party yesterday.. ferst thing .. afiqah straight away follow me home.. yg laen go home and change ferst.. afiqah had her own uniform.. dunno wat the old people call.. 'baju opa..' my ferst tetamu.. is my ferst sis-in-law.. wee!! present!! next ..zahirah and nasha.. ahah! got present!! weehehe.. followed by qamar, ellyna, aishah.. bodoh! no present!! den.. zakiah and farihin came.. pon tk de present!! alamak!! den syafiqah, azura, jannah, shakila and jannah adek came.. yay!! got present!! but chocolate.. from azura.. next hakim dtg.. bwk present! haha.. den start my party.. my opa sang fer me bdae song.. haha.. suare cam sial sak! den cut my cake.. i taste ferst.. den fed my opa.. haha.. amek kau.. suddenly smash her face wif cake.. nice shot.. haha.. after dat.. suphian kol.. ask fer my address.. so tell him lah.. after a few minutes he came.. den.. heard dem bisik2.. ni confirm da nk start nyer.. b4 i go blind take out my contact lense ferst.. ran to the lift.. GEDEBAB! aku jatoh!! haha.. pantat saket seh.. den dey start throwing egg.. flour.. and all the smelly2 stuff.. and my 'ABG KESAYANGAN' wat de hell!! made speSIAL reciepe fer me.. he came 2 me.. bringing a packet of plastic.. yucks! yucks! soo disgusting seh!! den he threw at me.. fuck! bau busuk!! eeee!!! geli seh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-7977475260060285124?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/7977475260060285124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=7977475260060285124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7977475260060285124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7977475260060285124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-15.html' title='im 15!! :)'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-1216170302781432879</id><published>2007-01-15T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T16:51:19.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyone on msn is so damn fucking irritating!! wat the fuck!! ferst.. the pakistani boy.. i noe lah.. ur believes in religion is very high.. but pls.. dun get me in to it.. so wat if i put my name as fuck? does it concerns u? hate it? den juz ignore me.. like as if i really desperate to chat wif u.. nash.. big fucking sex maniac!! hello! im 15.. and im still VIRGIN.. wat the hell do u want from me?? to destroy my virginity?? to have sex wif u?? come on lah.. kau da tue.. u're already 22.. y find me? da tk de betine laen pe kau nk maen?? konek da gatal sangat?! razif.. approach me.. and say "nice".. y? my boobs?? puki ah! mak kau pny ade.. nk aku nyer ade ape?? wats worst.. he asked.. how nice if i suck fucking rotten cock! kimak!! pikir aku vacuum pe? maen sedot2.. den he say.. it's nice fer him to be suck wif a girl who pierced her tounge.. oi jantan!! aku tindik lidah.. bukan utk isap konek kau!! bodoh!! satu2 prangai cam sial!!  yadiy lagi.. *MY FAVOURITE CHAT BUDDY* i online u offline.. sngaje ke pe? tk tau ah eh.. klau u btol2 offline ke appear offline ke blocked i ke.. who noes.. apit plak.. offline.. online.. offline.. online.. i noe u're cute.. but u dun need to purposely display ur cute face at the pop-up box.. it's irritating.. dari cute2.. org pon bleh jadi jelak.. and FAIZAL.. **MY BELOVED BOYFRIEND** kau da tk de keje laen pe? pls dun be desperate.. want something? ask in a good manner.. wif u talking to me "kau, aku" wat do u expect.. a good reply? lek sua.. memang da lame pe KAU nk AKU bobal ni mcm.. tell me.. have i ever been rude to u? if u say.. me saying bad things bout ur mum.. fair pe.. u ckp psl nenek i.. and u hate ur mum.. i hate my grandma.. so wats the big deal? huh? ingat cket ah.. im turning 15.. u.. 2 wks after mt bdae.. ur 20.. so? still wanna find fault wif me? i anything.. dats all for msn people.. at home.. it's so damn fucking irritating.. if someone juz.. love to interfere in my life?? and dats my sis.. aku tukar2 jantan ke.. aku nk chat ngn sape ke.. kau ape ksah? yg kau kpo2 gi bace dari blakang asl? bodoh! kau nk mampos dlm bilek.. gi mampos ar.. jgn kacau aku.. lagi kau kacau.. lagi kuat aku bukak music.. suke kn.. kasi org mrh hari2.. pls la.. almost everyday i had a fight wif u.. aren't u tired? eh.. aku da penat lah.. pls.. i wont talk to u.. until i have peace from u.. ok?! enuff said!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-1216170302781432879?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/1216170302781432879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=1216170302781432879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1216170302781432879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1216170302781432879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-poor.html' title='fuck!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7406069068065081997</id><published>2007-01-14T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:24:16.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah!! everything updated!! weehehe.. but still.. im not happy.. haiyaya.. and to my dear zakiah.. dun sad2 ok.. and dun monyok2.. burok lah.. haha.. being bothered by an ex- .. dats normal.. keep this in ur mind.. 'GUYS ARE WATEVA!!' ok?! aku pon da give up.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-7406069068065081997?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/7406069068065081997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=7406069068065081997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7406069068065081997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7406069068065081997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/01/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-155320691487377464</id><published>2007-01-12T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:23:51.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my blog is dead.. dats all i can say.. something's bothering me.. but i dun seems to noe wat..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-155320691487377464?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/155320691487377464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=155320691487377464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/155320691487377464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/155320691487377464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-4468297124849700536</id><published>2007-01-11T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:10:51.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lot 1..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juz now.. after skool.. went to lot 1.. wif qamar, zakiah , farihin, and nasha.. it was fun! first.. went to qamar house put bag.. den at bus stop.. i was bored.. my hair band putus.. qamar was bz on the phone.. so i took dat band and lastik2 people.. my ferst victim.. was qamar.. haha.. shot her on her face.. den farihin mintak pinjam nfon.. wanna kol her sister.. den i gave lah.. when she's been trying to contact her ss.. i took my broken hairband.. lastick2 her neck.. haha.. merah sak.. den in the bus.. farihin sat beside me.. haha.. hell for farihin.. scratch2 her hand.. lastick her hand.. and +++.. den suddenly.. farihin took dat broken hair band from me.. OUH NO!! dats my toy mummy!! haha.. den merengek.. lyke small kid.. "nk getah!! nk getah!!" den she say.. "atiqah! keep quiet until we reach lot 1.." den i say ok! so i keep quiet all the way.. everyone talk to me i show sign lang. .. den bile kt mrt station.. from atiqah the only mute.. sume pon jadi bisu.. talk to nash in sign lang. she oso reply in sign lang. .. same goes to zakiah and qamar.. watdehell?? sume bisu cam aku ke? den mrt sampai.. farihin, zakiah, me and nasha st in a row..  den qamar sat at the opposite side of us.. den zakiah took my phone.. dier bukak lagu.. den i say.. "bukak lagu 'my heart' ah.." so she on lah.. den bile lagu start.. i and qamar sang in a bisu type.. mulot goyang tpi tk de suare.. haha.. giler.. qamar nyanyi punyer la smangat.. until the guy besideher.. tgk dier semcm.. haha.. sampai lot 1.. YAY!! I'M FREE!!! can talk oready!! weehehe.. den i ask 1 by 1.. y the hell are dey being mute.. dunno wat reason la dey say.. especially nasha.. org tny.. uat muke bodoh!! irritating!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-4468297124849700536?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/4468297124849700536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=4468297124849700536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4468297124849700536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4468297124849700536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/01/lot-1.html' title='lot 1..'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-6268766689942219746</id><published>2007-01-09T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:19:50.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helllllooooo.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha.. juz now.. after skool.. walk out wif.. farihin, nasha, ellyna, zakiah, n afiqah.. ouh yea.. my dear farihin, u've been promoted to octopus ya! no more sotong.. so.. stay good.. or i'll demote u back! *WARNING!* haha.. we tot of going cosway pt. .. den walk pass HQ.. nasha nk alek jap.. wanna take money.. den.. we waited at her blk's void deck.. she took so long to come down.. waliau.. den when i call her.. she sounds crying.. dunno y.. end up.. ellyna go HQ.. afiqah go her aunt house.. and octopus go home.. so i and zakiah go cozway w/o dem lah.. first we went to makan at KFC.. while eating.. i saw maimona and her fren, hazilah going to library.. so after makan.. i and zakiah went to library lah.. i wanna find maimona.. wanna invite her to ma bdae party.. so find her at lvl 4.. confirm ade.. standard.. 'LVL 4' most popular place.. den saw her sitting on the floor.. we approach her.. den sat wif her.. suddenly hazilah say got botak boy look at me laugh2.. den i turned la.. den saw.. 2 boys.. 1 chinese botak boy.. and the other 1 malay+chinese boy.. den when i looked at dat botak.. he laugh2.. i looked at the malay+chinese..  muke dier cram.. prangai sak satu2.. den i say.. wat see2.. den dat botak laugh2.. argh malas nk lyn.. den he still laughing.. den i and zakiah create a fight.. maki2 dat botak boy.. den suddenly.. dat malay+chinese went to toilet.. den we skrin botak.. ask him sec wat? den he say sec 4.. taking o or n lvl?? he say n.. ask him wat stream?? technical.. bedek ah! muke express sak.. den i say.. dun bluff ah.. den he call me to see his book.. den i see.. technical seh.. doesn't look like one.. den when malay +chinese came back.. i and zakiah go back to whre we are juz now.. den when we wanna go home.. botak panggil zakiah.. mintak no. ah pe lagi.. i mona and hazilah wait at the computer2 place.. den now.. zakiah, atiqah, botak and malay+chinese.. became frens.. watdehell.. from enemy to fren.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-6268766689942219746?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/6268766689942219746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=6268766689942219746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6268766689942219746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6268766689942219746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/01/helllllooooo.html' title='helllllooooo.....'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-1800497215258414135</id><published>2007-01-08T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T20:26:30.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not in a mood..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today was fun and bored.. it was fun in class.. but after skool.. im not in a mood.. dunno y? in class.. had our ferst mt lesson.. our new teacher was sux! she's new and nk step kerek.. ferst.. the thinking class da line up kt luar.. followed by our class.. of course lah.. we noe we're very noisy.. but she act like a big fuck siak.. sit dere like bodoh.. den nk mrh2.. wat the hell! den when she call out my name.. damn stupid rite? everyone's name.. dier panggil panjang2.. wateva bin/bte nenek moyang kau!! den my name "nurul atiqah".. den i was like.. yg mane satu seh.. dere's 2 nurul atiqah.. izzit the q or k.. or juz call by my father's name lah.. but den no.. instead.. she say.. mane nurul atiqah?? hantu ke? hantu makcik dier lah!! den afiqah plak.. kecoh.. "eh! kau lah.. kau lah!!" den i shout at afiqah la.. "kau ckp ngn dier.. klau nk ckp.. biar terang ah!! aku tk de bapak pe?!" den dat stupid cikgu say.. i biadap.. like as if i care! den when we lined up.. she didn't even give us sign to move.. den wanna say.. "tggu.. bla3.." dunno la wat she say.. merepek sak! den in class.. she told us her grandmother story.. she's been teaching for years.. so.. we have no way to trick her.. ape mepek lagi lah.. den.. after story.. ask us to take pledge.. dunno the.. ' wa'adat ' thing.. haiyo!! kecohrable seh!! den with her bahase baku.. she say.. "kamu semua hadir di kelas melayu utk.. bla3.." den aqah some more can ejek2.. "baik cikgu! ya cikgu!" cock sial!! in class can ah she act decent.. outside.. amek kau.. "AMAAAYAAA!!!" shout like mad girl.. den we went for our recess.. ahha!! saw taufik.. den belom ckp pape.. den he say masok ah.. haha.. tk pyh queue panjang2.. den when afiqah plak.. he say no.. "aku cume kasi sister aku je.." huahuahua.. too bad afiqah.. den got 1 sec 4 or 5 guy.. stand beside me.. den taufik say.. "eh suke2 je nk masok.." den i say.. "tk pe.. biar dier masok.. aku tau aku beli dulu.. pastu dier nk masok dpn kau.. tu kau pny psl.." haha.. busted seh.. org da kasi masok ckp gitu.. dunno wat dat guy name.. ha.. wat lah.. but anything he's hensem.. haha.. afiqah step kacau2 dier.. den lepas beli mkn.. she say.. dat ha.. hensem ah.. haha.. afiqah.. afiqah.. after recess.. got geography.. standard.. dat short migent.. haha.. nag.. nag.. nag.. siow cabo!! pekik2.. after geography!!!!!!! LXT period! haha.. dat mad scientist.. came into our class.. our class was like hell.. me keeping on changing place.. afiqah pekik2.. afio wif his bullshit.. tk abes2.. affandi.. gado ngn taufik.. sulaiha.. standard .. gossiping all day long.. wah.. got teacher like no teacher.. jannah and shakila plak.. talk2 den ktawe kuat2.. zakiah and qamar.. dunno do wat.. najib ayie fahmi.. shouting at us.. den mad scientist like.. face da give-up.. den she seperate us.. i tercampak far2 away from the girls.. qamar.. kene tendang kt blakang.. den when lesson start.. i suddenly become good girl.. when middle2.. start to make noise.. den heard sulaiha shouting at affandi.. so damn irritating siak.. den i juz keep quiet la.. den suare dier makin kuat makin kuat.. wah!! cannot tahan seh.. den i geram oready.. i shout at her.. "EH CK ASL MULOT KAU CAM JUBO AYAM AH?! KAU TK TAU DIAM EH? CICAK KOBENG!!!" so irritating seh.. suare da la cam sial.. den nk jeling2.. mate klau lawa tk pe jgk.. KERO! eh! i jeling more sexier lah.. den hanisah sume da ktawe2.. sulaiha muke cram siak.. haha..den senyap cket.. when mad scientist draw diagram for burette.. wah! like condom seh.. den najib shout "cher! dat one not burette.. dat's DUREX!" haha.. condom pny brand.. sial je.. den mad scientist... like wanna smile seh.. after skool.. whole class kene stay back.. 30 mins seh!!  after dat.. afiqah extra 5 mins.. coz she sing in class. nonsense..  after skool tot of going to cozway.. but i dunno y.. i suddenly dun want.. so the girls went to cozway.. w/o me.. so bad.. haha.. den juz now.. zakiah and farihin.. opps!! salah.. zakiah and octopus! yea.. dats rite.. called me.. conference.. talk shit siak.. haha.. octopus was crazy like julia.. pose like stupid infront of poster.. octopu mmg!! cacat otak! haha.. den on by one put down the phone.. ferst octopus.. coz her dad is back .. den she say SHE WILL CALL ME BACK.. wah talk for hrs seh.. fuck ah! tk kol pon!! later i demote u to sotong bac ah.. haha.. zakiah pon same!! ckp nk kol alek tpi tk kol!! LIARS!! haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next will be about yadiy.. alwaez wanting me to write positive thing bout him.. haiya.. my brain is now blank la.. so say u hensem for now ok.. later2 can rite long2 ok?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-1800497215258414135?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/1800497215258414135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=1800497215258414135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1800497215258414135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1800497215258414135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-in-mood.html' title='not in a mood..'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-1656162165228609179</id><published>2007-01-07T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T16:45:21.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simply can't accept the fact..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haiyaya.. u juz cant accpt the fact dat i hate u.. watelse do u want? huh? u want me to change my mind.. and like u? gosh! betine paria cam kau.. nk aku suke? lek sua.. or u want me to tell u straight.. right at ur fucking pimple face dat i so damn fucking hate u! 2 face mother fucker.. drama queen.. by tagging me can satisfy u.. den go on.. i'll juz delete it.. no point.. fer me to keep on typing to ask u to stop.. dats juz a waste of tyme.. ouh.. no wonder u tag at my blog.. look at urs.. so damn ugly.. juz like ur ugly pimpled face.. yucks!! disgusting.. wah.. it's been so long tyme.. since the last tyme i disgrace u.. maybe u like it.. and this may be the reason u tag me.. stupid bitch! happy by tag..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-1656162165228609179?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/1656162165228609179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=1656162165228609179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1656162165228609179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/1656162165228609179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/01/simply-cant-accept-fact.html' title='simply can&apos;t accept the fact..'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-2116375034989382325</id><published>2007-01-05T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:18:05.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yesterday.. after skool.. 2ron HQ jap.. so long nvr hang out wif.. got atiq, farid, najib, mus, AISHAH, ayie and some more lah.. wat a shock!! i salam AISHAH sak.. AISHAH aka BOMBAY!! den i was like.. alah.. 4give and 4get lah.. last yr story.. bring up some more 4 wat.. den after dat.. went to afiqah house.. tot of watching hindustan movie.. but den.. im not in a mood.. so cancel.. instead.. we went ard marsiling.. went to blk 123.. haha.. sounds weird.. huh? near dere.. got coffee shop.. and 7-11.. went to 7-11.. haiyaya.. i nvr bring moi wallet.. all i have is dust and $1+ in my pocket.. wah! so the miskin dat day.. den afiqah said.. she has $7.. and she wanna blanje me and zakiah pau.. so we took 1 pau each.. den smpai counter.. she oso dun have money.. haha.. den zakiah blanje us.. we share money.. and bought super big gulp.. we tot of buying 'ice lemon tea' .. but den it's out of stock.. bodoh btol! but the first tyme.. when i press kuar 'ice lemon tea' .. drank some first b4 filling it up full.. i drank.. afiqah and zakiah.. den when i wanna top up.. the water suddenly become plain.. i try a bit ah.. sial! plain water sak! yucks!! plain water + ice lemon tea = tasteless! tawar siak.. dats the stupid of me.. obviously its plain water mesti la tk de rase!! haiyo atiqah! belo!! den after dat.. went to blk 123.. sat dere.. eat pau.. drink +++.. after dat.. ujan 2ron.. muz be someone singing.. haha.. after dat.. azura call me.. she arrived afiqah house oready.. den we was like.. haiya.. baru nk lek2.. sejok jer!! haha.. the rain was so heavy.. but no choice.. still have to go on.. den we ran from blk to blk.. its like.. so stupid.. how fast we ran.. we'll still be wet.. so i suggest.. no need to run lah.. walk oso can.. come to the same.. we'll still be wet.. den.. we walk along the playground.. me and zakiah.. bare footed.. haha.. like siow cabo.. run-away kids like dat.. den while we were walking.. i told zakiah to run.. and leave afiqah.. den we run2.. dat lazy afiqah.. wif her pukimak faced.. walked like a big fuck.. people have to wait.. den bile da jaoh.. baru nk ckp eh tggu lah.. wateva!! den.. when we're running.. i was the 1 to carry dat super big gulp.. so is like so difficult.. so.. i tot of juz throwing it.. den zakiah said.. wasted sak.. den she drank many2.. after dat.. my turn..i drank many2.. and spit at zakiah face.. haha.. den i ran.. wah.. her revenge was up2 seh took the cup and splashed at my uniform.. bodoh!! but nvm.. for the sake of fun.. anything will do.. haha.. den.. reached afiqah house.. we're all wet.. azura and syafiqah da smpai.. dey waited not so long lah.. den  in her house.. sume nk 'cici'.. cos of the cold weather.. den.. i rushed to the toilet.. alamak! her bro bathing da.. haiyaya.. den.. afiqah go cici in her mum's room.. so i've to wait lor.. den after he came out.. i quickly chop2 the toilet.. haaahh.. lege cket.. haha.. den i opened the toilet door.. saw zakiah and afiqah.. bringing towel.. at ferst.. i tot of juz.. dry up only.. tink back.. dat stupid zakiah go splash swit water at me.. da la lekit.. so mandi skali la.. den zakiah sebok wanna bath wif me.. so i let her in lah.. skali afiqah plak ketok pintu.. "eh.. korg mandi same2?" den we say ya lah.. den afiqah say.. "aku pon nk join ah" sebok je!! haha.. den we bath together.. zakiah shampoo and washed my hair.. and i did the same to her.. swit huh? den afiqah.. mandi sendirik.. after i and zakiah done.. afiqah plak nk mandi.. me and zakiah  became the baby devil!! haha.. we pull  her bra.. her panty.. all lah.. haha.. fun seh.. den we compare each other's body lah.. +++.. den after bath..  i siap in the toilet lah.. tkn kn nk walk across her hse wif towel kn.. so i and zakiah da siap.. left afiqah.. in her room.. haha.. we start again.. pull her towel.. den pull her bra strap.. wah pain seh.. everytyme she wore her panty.. we'll pull it down.. haha.. den.. afiqah geram.. she pull my short.. sial ah.. dat short da lah longgar.. she pull some more.. den i kicked her butt.. den we stop playing.. borrowed her hair dryer.. to dry my self.. urgh!! her shampoo spoiled my hair!! damn it! ahh! da mandi den my mood came.. so we watch.. 'salam namaste' dunno how to spell lah.. wat kind of story? so bored.. i dunno how people can survive 3hrs.. watching hindustan movie.. after watching dat damn movie.. we went back home.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-2116375034989382325?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/2116375034989382325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=2116375034989382325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2116375034989382325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2116375034989382325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweet-moments.html' title='sweet moments'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-5989122810200088574</id><published>2007-01-03T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:41:58.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first dae of skewl..</title><content type='html'>weehehe.. the first dae of skool.. haha.. miz all of moi frenz.. haha.. pray2 not to get discipline form t'cher.. whoa!! dats lucky.. my form t'cher was mr sam soo.. and my co-form t'cher was mdm nurharyati.. ok lah.. BUT!! most of my subjects t'hers are discipline t'chers!! Maths - mrs KAREN tan.. English - alah.. mr shahril.. physic - dat FUCKING mr bean!! mr clement li.. chemistry - the MAD scientist!! hahaha.. miss lim xiang ting!! geograohy - miss FIZA!! urgh!!! art - mr j lim.. `wee!! social studies - miss yong.. haiyaya.. i have 4 discipline t'cher out of 8.. whoa!! my 07's luck... : ((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. juz now after skool.. went to zakiah's house.. went to watch VCD.. haha.. 'syaitan menangis' dat story was fun.. BUT!! it sucks when the ustad and ustazah ceramah.. soo long siak.. haha.. when the ceramah part.. we fastfoward it.. den.. end of the story.. AYU died.. haha.. den her mom cry lyke hell.. haha.. AYUU!!!! den afiqah gi ikot2.. haha.. she shout as if dats her house sia.. den..when she shout2.. den i suggest.. she became the mom.. and i become ayu.. den we made a video.. haha.. very funny..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-5989122810200088574?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/5989122810200088574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=5989122810200088574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5989122810200088574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5989122810200088574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-dae-of-skewl.html' title='first dae of skewl..'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7571759459694145001</id><published>2007-01-02T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:49:26.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2dae.. dunno y so happy.. maybe bcoz i broke up wif faizal yesterday.. wat a peaceful life.. haaah.. dats de moment i've alwaez been waiting for.. aman cket.. right honey?? i have my freedom back.. and u dun need 2 worry animore.. coz u noe.. dat if im single.. i'll have many guys ard me.. yea baby! dats me.. standard.. 'pompan sundal' pe.. mesti ah nk menyundal sane-sini.. lyke u said me before.. woops! got it wrong.. my new name by u.. 'pompan sial' right? alah.. wateva.. call me wateva u want.. i dun give a damn!! as far as im concern.. im not de type of girl dat u alwaez tot i am.. okay? ermm.. last thing i gotta say.. err.. i guess u have da problem of trusting someone.. u dun even trust ur gerl.. i wonder.. how long can u last wif ur future gerl.. ouh ya.. juz to tell u.. dun tag me anymore.. kay.. u tag u yg saket ati.. owite! dats all fer u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh!!! my hair is black!! gawd!! ugly seh!! dats not my natural hair colour.. told my dad to dye fer me.. 'DARK BROWN'!! instead.. he took the natural black!!! wat the hell!! nvm.. it'll took abt 3 wks 2 fade.. so juz wait.. haiyaya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-7571759459694145001?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/7571759459694145001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=7571759459694145001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7571759459694145001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7571759459694145001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2007/01/lalalalala.html' title='lalalalala'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-7862115690717628348</id><published>2006-12-31T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T03:45:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiyaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haiyaya.. 2molo have to go my nanny house.. damn it!! if it's one side.. ok larh.. dis one both side muz go.. haiyo.. my mum's and my dad's side.. urgh!! hate it man!! wats worst.. b4 going to their house.. muz go 'pusara aman'!! haiyaya.. juz my luck.. ok2.. dats all fer 2molo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-7862115690717628348?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/7862115690717628348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=7862115690717628348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7862115690717628348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/7862115690717628348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2006/12/haiyaya_30.html' title='haiyaya'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-6641847865491035823</id><published>2006-12-30T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:40:00.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go ite..</title><content type='html'>juz now.. went to follow my sis to interview.. after dat.. go shopping at far east plaza.. b4 dat go eat at 'cahaya restaurant' wah!! the lor mee so nice seh!! yum2.. den went to one shop.. not sure bout the name of the shop.. but wat i noe.. u can find anything dere.. complete!! macam2 ada... haha.. my sis bought me a shade.. and 1 for her.. thanx ya!! but my hopefully dis isn't a bdae present.. haha.. 19 daes more..  must buy something much2 better hor.. haha.. den suddenly my sis got a call.. she has to go werk.. last minute seh.. den from far east.. took taxi to 'Garuda' stop her dere.. den i went home wif my mum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh yadiy.. u so bad.. i wanna be ur fren.. but u're not my fren anymore... :(  u dun understand wat i mean and u juz say bye.... :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-6641847865491035823?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/6641847865491035823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=6641847865491035823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6641847865491035823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/6641847865491035823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2006/12/go-ite.html' title='go ite..'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-3048398812584549569</id><published>2006-12-28T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:22:54.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeasterday.. went to vivo city.. very the fun.. haha.. yesterday.. mit azura at bustop.. we go boots and shoes 2gether.. in the bus.. we were wondering if afiqah've arrived or not.. den she say confirm da sampai.. but i say.. confirm lom agik.. den we bet.. haha.. 50cents oni.. lols! den sampai kt boots and shoes.. afiqah lom sampai.. after a few minutes.. dier pon sampai.. den zura said.. we shud have walked slowly so dat she win.. haha.. 50 cents is vry big deal fer her.. haha.. den after dat.. we took mrt to vivo.. we took the mrt towards jurong east.. haha.. bdh btol.. took the wrong mrt.. den sampai jurong.. sume kuar.. we juz seat dere like bodoh.. haha.. when mrt start jln.. she asked me for my camera.. den i throw at her la.. den she asked me and azura to pose.. haha.. kite ape lagi.. pose mcm nk gile.. den when i took back the camera.. wat de hell!! afiqah iz a SEX MANIAC!! gosh!! ask her to take our pis.. wat she took is.. the pic of my skirt.. my chest.. and all the unsensored part.. crazy girl!! den reached at vivo city.. sume cam jakun(aiya dunno how to spell).. first place went go.. to the toilet.. haha.. afiqah la.. nk touch up make up la.. den we juz follow la.. while she's touching up.. the 3 of us were bz.. taking pics.. haha.. dlm toilet pon nk amek gmbr.. den kuar toilet.. went to walk outside vivo.. nice scenery.. haha.. afiqah and azura sempat amek video.. after dat.. i felt hungry.. tot of going to eat at long john.. but b4 we reach our destination.. saw a big flower.. den took many2 pics dere.. nice background.. i lyke.. den atlast.. go makan!! haha.. argh!! starve lyke hell man.. go long john.. dat place oso quite fun lah.. went dere.. haiyaya.. so many people lei.. but luckily.. i have sharp eyes.. as soon as a couple.. leaving the place.. i chop2 dat place.. haha.. den when we all wanna order makan.. syafiqah juz sat dere.. den we asked lah.. "eh tanak beli mkn ke??" den she say.. "tanak ah.. tadi aku da mkn.." den we say.. ok lah.. den syafiqah asked me to buy fer her a chocolate pie.. den i buy la.. sampai kt counter.. mampos!! tige2 mate tk leh harap.. i asked azura.. nk mkn ape.. den she asked me.. got wat.. den i say la.. i cannot see.. den she asked afiqah.. eh ade ape ah?? den afiqah asked me.. eh ade ape ah?? den i say again i cannot see.. aku harapkn azura.. azura harapkn afiqah.. den afiqah.. come back to me.. wat de hell?? sampai besok pon tk abes.. den afiqah go and take her specs.. when she came back to the counter.. i dunno y? but my vision became clear.. haha.. den i say i wanna eat 'combo 2'.. den azura tny.. "combo 2 yg ane satu??" den i was lyke.. 'combo 2 yg ane satu lagi??' den she say.. "yg kt atas ke yg kt bwh??" .. den i looked back.. wat she mean is.. actuallie.. atas fish meal 2.. bwh combo 2.. she tot both is a combo meal.. den i say la.. yg kt bwh nyer.. skali dier gi order.. "1 combo 2.. the below one" hahaha.. tk leh angkt siak.. i and afiqah da ktawe2.. padehal.. klau ckp 'combo 2' pompan tu da tau seh.. nvm.. dier trlalu pramah.. ckp la kau.. den.. when we were abt to eat.. syafiqah say dat she's hungry.. but den she dun wanna eat.. ape seh?? den she say.. "aku takot gemok.. ari tu atiqah ckp aku gemok.. aku balek nangis2.." skali azura n afiqah slhkn me.. for saying syafiqah gemok.. den i say la.. dat she's not fat.. dat day i was juz joking.. but still.. she dun wanna eat.. mls nk pakse2.. lapar pon kau.. den.. i say.. she eat choco pie.. lagi bole uat gemok.. wif the creams all.. den she say.. tk pe.. ni bole uat kenyang.. gawd!! y is she so damn stupid?? dari dier mkn pie gitu je.. kn bih baek dier mkn meal skali kn?? haiya.. den i offer her my drink.. b4 she drink.. she asked.. "dlm ade gule tk??" ya allah.. wat do u expect an 'ice lemon tea' to have?? garam?? bodoh nyer pompan ni!!! de i say.. alah nk minom, minom lah.. suke ati kau!! den while eating.. syafiqah took our pics.. and video.. haha.. video for my decision.. stress seh!!! den when she took video.. outside long john.. got one apek pose at the cam.. haha.. bole seh.. den.. after makan.. we go to the.. dunno wat place la.. got water.. sial ah.. mostly.. bdk2 yg maen2 kt sane seh.. den azura da smangat2 fold sluar.. skali sume tanak masok.. den azura say.. "atiqah pls ah.. kau kai skirt kn.." i my heart.. lyke.. "menyesal aku kai skirt.. elak kn ujan.. kene maen air lak!!" haha.. den after dat.. go vivo pny atas.. go do something fer a while.. den lek2 kt sane jap.. haha.. afiqah sang the 'tak ada logika' song.. when the high pitch.. mampos!! vivo almost earthquake seh.. haha.. den azura ajak uat video.. 'my heart' song.. den we do lah.. haha.. klakar seh.. at ferst she became irwansyah.. i acha.. pastu.. biler ending song.. suddenly everything berkecai.. hahaha.. i lyke dat vid. .. den after dat went to toilet again.. standard!! afiqah nk touch up.. haiyaya.. kau touch up bnyk2 kali pon.. tetap!! aku lagi lawa la.. haha.. prasan!! hees.. after toilet break.. went to 'toys r us' .. haha.. dat place was intresting.. we're lyke small kids.. go play the toys ard the shop.. lyke small kids.. but sometimes.. its fun to be a kid.. den after dat afiqah nk alek.. dunno y? nk gi umah nenek dier gaknyer.. so we leave vivo la.. den.. stop by at plaza s'pore.. got nothing much to say dere.. stop at sembawang.. afiqah left us.. she's going back to the god.. haha.. den my mum called.. tell me dat my dad was angry.. den i was lyke.. wat seh?? i told him oready wat.. im going home late dat day.. no choice.. i oso have to go home.. but den.. when we stop at cozway.. haha.. dun feel lyke going home.. go shop ard dere fer a while.. den went to my metro.. haha.. my fav. place.. after dat went to kiddy palace.. lyke normal.. go play wif those toys.. haha.. den after dat.. azura wanna mit her mum.. haiyo.. satu2 balek!! den left me and syafiqah.. so we both oso go home loh.. sampai interchange.. dun feel lyke taking bus.. go taxi stand.. hire a taxi.. den i told dat driver to go 1 round around cwp.. den dier pny sngaje.. gi jln jauh!! cekik duit org je!! babi btol!! den reached home.. everything was lyke normal.. asked my mum.. where's my dad?? den she say "belom balek.." wat the hell!! shouldn't have go home early!! tot my dad was really angry seh!! ATIQAH TERTIPU!! ATIQAH TERTIPU!! shit man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dis afternoon.. someone msg me.. 'bole knal2? name sape?' dat tyme.. i was at outside.. so leceh la.. wanna msg.. all.. den i juz anyhow say la.. my name is fatona lalatona.. den he say his name is romeo sugito.. wat the hell?? den he asked where i live.. den i say at kampong gile babi.. haha.. den i say.. i was bz.. i'll msg him back later.. alah gi mampos la!! sape nk gi lyn seh.. den juz now.. yadiy msg me.. he'll not me online tonite.. den suddenly dat romeo sugito msg me.. 'bdk tu da sombong.. tk pe.. i ingt..' eh sial ah.. ingt2 ah.. step aku heran je.. den he suddenly say.. 'u gi la lyn yadiy smpai rogol2 i.. tkpe2.. ' den i was like.. how he noe yadiy?? ingt2 alek.. yadiy say he'll be sleeping at alip's place.. so i tot dat must be alip la.. den i asked la.. he alip ah?? how i noe seh he said he's romeo sugito.. so i react lyke dat lah.. den now.. still msging dem.. owkay dats all fer today.. haiya.. 2molo im going interview.. at ite simei.. leceh btol.. haha.. cam btol je.. 2molo accompanying my sis.. go interview.. wish her gd luck!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-3048398812584549569?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/3048398812584549569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=3048398812584549569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/3048398812584549569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/3048398812584549569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2006/12/yeasterday.html' title=''/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-2486833660682782337</id><published>2006-12-26T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T03:46:39.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's christmas!! hohoho.. merry christmas!! haha.. as if i celebrate.. well.. juz now.. went to mit my laling.. wah!! miss everything bout him.. miss his voice, smile, hug, kiss &amp; everything lah.. went to watch movie.. 'night at museum' at yishun.. den after dat.. when to cavana.. go makan.. after DAT!!! when to park.. tot he wanna raped me.. haha.. but den.. he gave me a RING!! tot it was an ordinary ring.. alah masok kn $1 pusing2 dpt cincin.. but den.. NO! it's the TIFFANY &amp;amp; CO. .. wow!!but.. wished i could keep it fer a long tyme.. but too bad.. can keep it fer few weeks only.. :( there's reason behind the peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-2486833660682782337?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/2486833660682782337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=2486833660682782337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2486833660682782337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2486833660682782337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas_25.html' title='merry christmas!!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-190077512236271626</id><published>2006-12-23T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T03:48:47.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're together!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`weehehe.. me and faizal are now couples!! hmm.. juz now.. afte came back from my nanny house.. dat damn place!! recieved a call.. a private call.. who seh?? den picked up the call.. it was faizal!! moi hunny bunny.. miz his voice so much.. haha.. he asked me if i still luv him.. hehee.. of course lah!! den.. talk fer abt 1hr lyke dat.. moi hunny bunny asked if i want him back.. mesti la syg.. and now.. we're back together!! wonder if im still a 'PLAYGILR'?? dats up to u.. juz 1 thing i want frm u.. is u to have trust on me.. can hunny?? luv u lot2.. muacks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. took this survey from dayah.. haiya.. survey2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You:&lt;br /&gt;1.Name?&lt;br /&gt;~atiqah&lt;br /&gt;Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;~in the living room&lt;br /&gt;3.What did you first do when you wokeup this morning?&lt;br /&gt;~talk to nasha.. coz she called me when im sleeping!!&lt;br /&gt;4.Have you taken a shower already?&lt;br /&gt;~of course la.. org da kuar.. da balek pon..&lt;br /&gt;5.What did you last ate?&lt;br /&gt;~pizza.. nice2&lt;br /&gt;6.How long do you normally play thecomputer?&lt;br /&gt;~4 or 5 hrs??&lt;br /&gt;If:&lt;br /&gt;7.If someone was to ask for your handin marriage right now, what would yousay?&lt;br /&gt;~i'll say.. YES!!&lt;br /&gt;8.If someone wants you to be her/hisgirlfriend/boyfriend, what would yousay?&lt;br /&gt;~i'll say.. yes oso lah.. coz i need 1 now..&lt;br /&gt;9.If you were to die tomorrow, wheredo you want to be last before yourdeath?&lt;br /&gt;~at my nanny house.. so dat my nanny will be charged a murderer!!&lt;br /&gt;10.If you found a precious item on thefloor, will you pick it up?&lt;br /&gt;~ya lah!! duh..&lt;br /&gt;Future:&lt;br /&gt;11.What do you want to be when u growup?&lt;br /&gt;~nurse or an artist..&lt;br /&gt;12.Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;~yea baby!!&lt;br /&gt;13.Is being a millionaire in your listwhen you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;~no!! later kena rob..&lt;br /&gt;14.What do you want your hairsyle tobe after you graduate from school?&lt;br /&gt;~like allycat!! haha&lt;br /&gt;15.Any thoughts of being bald?&lt;br /&gt;~maybe.. after i join skinhead.. haha&lt;br /&gt;Crime:&lt;br /&gt;16.Have you commited any crimes before?&lt;br /&gt;~yup!! underage sex!!&lt;br /&gt;17.Ever been in boy's/girl's home?&lt;br /&gt;~no lah..&lt;br /&gt;18.How about prison?&lt;br /&gt;~ya.. as a visitors only..&lt;br /&gt;19.Do you think drinking is a crime?&lt;br /&gt;~no lah.. if it is.. den y sell??&lt;br /&gt;20.How about smoking?&lt;br /&gt;~not at all..&lt;br /&gt;Ending:&lt;br /&gt;21.How old do you want to be beforeyou leave Earth?&lt;br /&gt;~100 yrs??&lt;br /&gt;22.Do you want to end your life aftermarriage or before?&lt;br /&gt;~after la!!&lt;br /&gt;23.Ever thought of ending your life bysuicide?&lt;br /&gt;~yup.. when stress..&lt;br /&gt;24.Have you ever seen someone dieinfront of your own naked eyes?&lt;br /&gt;~i guessed so.. a car accident..&lt;br /&gt;25.Are you happy that this survey hasfinally ended?&lt;br /&gt;~yeah!!! rubish survey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-190077512236271626?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/190077512236271626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=190077512236271626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/190077512236271626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/190077512236271626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2006/12/were-together.html' title='we&apos;re together!!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-2653701329653213844</id><published>2006-12-21T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:16:46.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wateva lah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahah! someone suprised me.. dats nasha! urgh!! miz her so much seh.. she called me.. while im sleeping.. wat the hell! tot it was my mum.. coz i saw the word 'Datin' .. hahah.. save my mum no. as 'Datin Mariana' and nasha's home no. as 'Datin Jamilah' and dats her mum's name.. haha.. her mum used to call me.. to find dat naughty girl lah! play truent wif her mum.. haha.. den i picked up the phone.. "atiqah! tgh uat pe?!" wat happen to my mum?? da gile ke? skali tgk.. haha.. 'Datin Jamilah' .. it's nasha.. den tell her lah.. "tgh membute lah, bodoh! pe kau nk?!" haha.. step marah je.. wah.. i really so rude seh.. den she ask if i'm angry at her.. den i say.. "mane ade? asl bole je..." so petathic siak... heheh.. juz an act lah.. den she say.. she missed me.. den i say.. "so? kau nk aku uat ape?" den her voiced like so low seh.. she say.. "tk baek seh..." den i say.. "ah! diam ah!" den i put down the phone.. den she never call back seh.. after a few minutes.. she msg me.. asked me.. y i react like dat.. den reply her.. 'kol aku alek' den she call.. den i picked it up.. and shout.. "AKU PON MISS KAU!HAHAHA!" den she say.. "sial ah.. aku ingt kau marah aku btol2 seh.." of course i'm mad at u! belo! den i say.. "mmg aku marah lah! kau lupe aku!!!" den she say .. she never 4get me lah.. dis lah.. dat lah.. all her fucking lies came out.. nyonya drama btol.. den i was like.. wateva lah gerl.. 3 face bastard siak nasha! cekik drh! but still.. she's my very bestfren!! i noe u like me maki2 u rite.. juz enjoy it.. luv u many2! haha.. and last words fer u... fuck u, NASHA!! haha.. *muackks999!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-2653701329653213844?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/2653701329653213844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=2653701329653213844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2653701329653213844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/2653701329653213844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2006/12/wateva-lah.html' title='wateva lah..'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-470075246278884883</id><published>2006-12-20T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:38:00.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cekik drh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ish geram seh! juz now.. chat wif farid.. he asked me.. wat im doing.. den tell him lah.. den he ask if i had any fight wif afiqah.. den i say no lah.. den he ask bout gicci plak.. it's like so irritating seh.. aku tk gado ngn sape2 dier keep asking.. den i ask lah.. where he heard all dis nonsense.. den he say.. 'nothing juz asking' waddahell! if he's juz asking.. den y ask bout dem?! confirm got something seh.. i was so curious to noe.. den i keep asking him.. y? y? y? den he can say.. "jgn takot.. bla3.. k.. i tk kpo2 lagi.." den i was like.. dats not the answer for my question.. ah! give up seh tny dier.. den i gave him an angry face emoticon.. some more can say.. "marah u?" ish siak ah.. irritating seh! den i say.. "tk lah.. suke! :) " den he say.. "klau mrh jgn diam2.. hmm.. buat la lagi hal bnyk2.. biar i tau.. bla3.." ape sak?! ape hal yg aku bikin seh?! bobal confident sak.. as if im in a wrong.. wat the hell! merepek sak.. cekik drh seh.. den i say to him.. talking to him mmg cekik drh.. den he say.. one day i'll noe wat he mean.. fuck man! might as well he let me wait for the day rite?! juz purposely make me under questions.. prangai cibai sak!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-470075246278884883?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/470075246278884883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=470075246278884883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/470075246278884883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/470075246278884883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2006/12/cekik-drh.html' title='cekik drh!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-5639117798725017291</id><published>2006-12-18T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:21:16.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greatest fun i've ever had!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juz now... went out wif afiqah.. went to watch movie... title: Cinderella.. the story doesn't suit the title at all.. not dat scary la.. but den got many shocking part.. haha.. we lyke it.. sbab da lamer tk pekik2.. haha.. i lyke... den.. in the cinema.. so irritating siak.. the guy behinde me.. memekak siak! talk loudly lah.. kick2 my chair lah.. ape lagi.. den i purposely shout at afiqah.. "eh sial ah crite ni seram sial!! babi btol anak sape jgk yg tendang krosi aku.. pikir dier sorg ke pe yg byr bayar masok.. aku pon bayar lah!!" geram seh.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after movie.. went to the photo shop.. afiqah wanted to print some photos.. so i follow her lah.. den she put her name 'fatimah aljuboh' haha.. after dat.. we went to 'watson'.. we never buy anything dere.. we juz spray some tester fragrance on us.. haha.. bcoz its free, i used it as if dats mine.. spray bnyk2 sak.. den.. when im spraying.. 1 stupid walked behind me.. isn't it stupid?? u say me sprayimg and u purposely walked behind me.. den i accidently spray at him la.. dier pny kurang ajar.. shout "oi" at me.. atleast if he say "excuse" den i will say sorry lah.. ni tk.. shout at me as if im in wrong.. wat the hell! den i purposely say.. "opps! sengaje.. " den dier nk stare aku.. step aku takot je.. den when we went to chamelon shop.. he and his friend follow us.. merepek sak.. stakat ikot je.. sape heran.. den the photo shop auntie called afiqah.. she picked up the phone.. den her face was like.. shock.. den she say.. "huh?? fatimah??" after a few seconds.. she say "ow ok.. later i come.." den she put down the phone ah.. den i ask her y.. den she say.. th photo auntie called.. luckily dat auntie say"fatimah.. gambar sudah siap.." wat if she say.."aljuboh.. bla3" confirm afiqah ktawe kuat2 sak.. haha.. den we went to collect the photos.. after dat.. we went to metro.. at the children's place.. haha.. like small kids seh.. i took the starwars sword.. and went around the metro wif it.. den i kill afiqah lah.. kill barbie doll lah.. and killed princess!! for snatching the prince from me! haha.. den we took many more&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pics in the metro.. here are the pics we took..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfPL-zZpoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zfLL6ClL74I/s1600-h/Img0905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010200915217065602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfPL-zZpoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zfLL6ClL74I/s200/Img0905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the receipt of the phot of.. 'FATIMAH ALJUBOH'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfPMOzZppI/AAAAAAAAACY/7G_CBx1sO5Y/s1600-h/Img10B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010200919512032914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfPMOzZppI/AAAAAAAAACY/7G_CBx1sO5Y/s200/Img10B7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my starwars sword.. haha.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfPMOzZpqI/AAAAAAAAACg/wjpocyeveGI/s1600-h/Img00B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010200919512032930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfPMOzZpqI/AAAAAAAAACg/wjpocyeveGI/s200/Img00B7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afiqah and her mermaid handphone.. haha.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfSL-zZpsI/AAAAAAAAACw/Gl8B7-UkJQg/s1600-h/Img1063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010204213751948994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfSL-zZpsI/AAAAAAAAACw/Gl8B7-UkJQg/s200/Img1063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amy Lee VS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfSL-zZptI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3rwrVRRchkY/s1600-h/me+2....JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010204213751949010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfSL-zZptI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3rwrVRRchkY/s200/me+2....JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;avril lavinge.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYaKtOzZpiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/x18qJjsvE7o/s1600-h/Img09CE.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfPMOzZprI/AAAAAAAAACo/kCdJBfDO8Y0/s1600-h/Img09CE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010200919512032946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfPMOzZprI/AAAAAAAAACo/kCdJBfDO8Y0/s200/Img09CE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my favourite shoe.. haha.. strawberry short cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfSMOzZpvI/AAAAAAAAADI/FMsA8lWTM1Q/s1600-h/pay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010204218046916338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfSMOzZpvI/AAAAAAAAADI/FMsA8lWTM1Q/s200/pay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me and a kid's umbrella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfSMOzZpuI/AAAAAAAAADA/P6lSCCGpGO0/s1600-h/Img06DD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010204218046916322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfSMOzZpuI/AAAAAAAAADA/P6lSCCGpGO0/s200/Img06DD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my new panty.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfYa-zZpwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IYMT-eCj-ng/s1600-h/Img1023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010211068519753474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfYa-zZpwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IYMT-eCj-ng/s200/Img1023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g-string!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfYbOzZpxI/AAAAAAAAADY/oyiWbo93VN8/s1600-h/Img0BBA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010211072814720786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfYbOzZpxI/AAAAAAAAADY/oyiWbo93VN8/s200/Img0BBA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afiqah.. hotbabe.. haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dat is all.. the pics dat we took..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juz now... chat wif gucci.. kpo sak! ask abt my sis n lvl result.. k lah.. juz tell her lah.. den after dat.. talk abt farid! tk abes2 sak.. den suddenly ask me.. if i still got any feeling for farid.. how am i going to answer?? den i say dunno lah.. if i say i dont have any.. den im lying.. den she ask if i miss farid.. i said.. "yes" .. den she asked.. if i hate him or not.. wat the hell?! wanna hate him 4 wat.. ape yg dier da uat sak?! juz bcoz he's my ex.. so i HAVE to hate him.. eh? mane kau blaja sak?? btw.. kiter break bcoz of a mis understanding.. so wat's dere for us to hate each other?? giler! everyday talk cock! never use ur brain...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-5639117798725017291?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/5639117798725017291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=5639117798725017291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5639117798725017291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/5639117798725017291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2006/12/greatest-fun-ive-ever-had.html' title='greatest fun i&apos;ve ever had!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7T2lutZOKg/RYfPL-zZpoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zfLL6ClL74I/s72-c/Img0905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-915261010869272997</id><published>2006-12-18T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:58:15.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juz now.. went to 2 wedding.. wif my mum and dad.. but ferst.. went to my nanny house.. i stayed in the car.. while my parents went up to my nanny house.. they went dere dunno do wat.. and me lyke wat in the car.. dun feel lyke going up.. coz i can't face my grandma.. argh! long2 story.. den went to my mum's fren's daughter wedding.. so cramp sia.. lucky her.. many people attended her wedding.. wish i had a wedding lyke her in future.. haha.. in 9 yrs tyme.. there were so many people until there's no space for the 3 of us.. haiya.. me and my dad was the.. impatient type.. ape lagi.. trus berambos dari sane.. only my mum.. went tu find th 'mak pengantin' to salam.. klau salam biase tk pe jgk.. ni kasi duit! might as well she gave th money to me.. more worth it! haha.. den we went to my relative's wedding.. class seh! at pasir ris cc.. it was cramp too.. but atleast.. we spot 3 empty seats.. ape lagi.. lincah2 chop.. haha.. wah!! hotel food seh.. the food dere was very nice.. and wats shocking.. i ate SATAY!! yucks! never in my life tasted it b4.. eeuww.. disgusting seh! it was a.. satay kambing.. the black2 thinggy.. haiyo.. dunno wat the hell has happen to me.. suddenly unconscious.. can eat satay some more.. den when the pengantin arrived.. escorted by the kompang2 guys.. haha.. had my eye an exercise.. 'CUCI MATE'!! haha.. the pengantin are lead by 2 small kids.. so cute.. a boy and a girl.. throwing flowers lah.. haha.. admired the small girl.. so cute and preety.. den.. when we leaving.. at the door.. had 2 security guard.. haha.. dat's my far, far side uncle and aunty standing at the exit.. my dad when out ferst.. followed by me.. he salam my uncle.. at ferst.. i thought of.. 'ah! jln teros lah.. mlz nk salam2..' den the wife.. uluh tangan.. while smiling at me.. den i juz.. salam lah.. den she suddenly say.. "suami" while pointing at her husband.. as if i ask.. den she ask.. "suami nyer eh??" while pointing at my dad.. den i was like.. wat the hell.. so i say lah.. "tk2.. tu bpk saye.. " ish.. am i too.. money face?? to marry an old man.. ish.. giler seh! den when my mum came to the exit den she know who dat old man's wife.. wat a grand wedding.. but too bad.. dey have a blinde mum.. haha.. i wonder how much dey spend 4 the wedding.. bomb siak!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-915261010869272997?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/915261010869272997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=915261010869272997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/915261010869272997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/915261010869272997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2006/12/out.html' title='out'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-8749696926924450995</id><published>2006-12-16T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:42:29.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karaoke session</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday.. going for karaoke session.. at maybe afiqah/shakila's place.. wif my vocal t'cher miss bodek&lt;afiqah&gt;&lt;afiqah&gt;, shakila, azura, jannah and maybe zakiah.. haha.. can't wait to mit dem.. miz dem soo much! hopefully it'll be shakila's place.. coz da jelak lah.. asik rmh afiqah je.. but afiqah's place pon gerek jgk.. speaker full blast sial.. and some more got many CDs.. juz name any song.. she has it.. haha.. dun say jiwang.. industan songs pon dier ade.. hahah.. but chinese dun have la.. lom oder gaknyer.. haha.. haiya.. feel sad to leave my mom.. she'll be all alone later.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2morrow! tell me wat war u went to!! okay?!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ps:dun tink i'm a dirty minded girl.. coz i named afiqah, 'bodek'(testicle).. it's her who chose dat name.. but i tink i'm a lil bit dirty minded too lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-8749696926924450995?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/8749696926924450995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=8749696926924450995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/8749696926924450995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/8749696926924450995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2006/12/karaoke-session.html' title='karaoke session'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358933128121090425.post-4322195919845953276</id><published>2006-12-14T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:01:13.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy but lost.. confused!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`weee! me and mysis is getting better.. haha.. klau tk.. tgk each other jeling.. lols! never heard of family like this.. hopefully.. this will be the last time we fight.. ah! bullshit! sooner or later confirm gado lagi.. haiya..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;natassya! mane menghilang.. haha.. wat seh.. so long never online.. hmm.. leave me nothing.. no news no wat! wat the hell! wah.. miz all ur stupid 'testicles' seh.. haha.. but im gaining fren seh.. tk tau ape penyakitt kwn2 kau add aku.. den exchange testi.. haiyaya.. kecohrable man! dis is wat i hate when ppl add me.. mesti nk testi! waste tyme onie.. haha.. but if u no lah.. coz u're my only irritating cousin! haha.. and i enjoy all ur testicles! haha! come back soon ok?! luv ya! sweetie sya-sya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now.. chatting wit my daughter.. mica.. haha.. talking bout skool.. haha! looks like no one is intrested in skool seh nxt yr.. haha.. sume lom beli buku.. especially.. shazwan.. haha.. nk tggu alek holidae aru nk beli buku.. haha.. and mica.. wasting her holiday tymw at her nanny house.. dunno du wat.. haiya.. ape nk jadi.. buku lom belik.. kasot? baju? bag? camane nk gi skola nxt yr? huh?? anak2 zaman skrg! haha.. say people.. i oso havent buy anything.. been very bz this few days.. and noe wat people.. hahaha! i woke up at 6.50 juz now! haha.. im proud of myself! lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358933128121090425-4322195919845953276?l=the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/feeds/4322195919845953276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3358933128121090425&amp;postID=4322195919845953276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4322195919845953276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3358933128121090425/posts/default/4322195919845953276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rebellious-git.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-but-lost-confused.html' title='happy but lost.. confused!'/><author><name>atiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593628163838690948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
