<?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-36041451</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:20:50.830+08:00</updated><category term='8'/><category term='Random'/><category term='School ; NDP ; Random'/><category term='9 nov.'/><category term='7'/><category term='Boyfriend.'/><category term='random and hari raya'/><category term='love?'/><title type='text'>Feral.babe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>430</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-8135164265129744155</id><published>2009-02-01T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:22:22.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear, I'll always be there for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYWvS2rbCBI/AAAAAAAAEhI/ve4TxaDg6uo/s1600-h/hello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYWvS2rbCBI/AAAAAAAAEhI/ve4TxaDg6uo/s400/hello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297833275121403922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello yaw everyone. (:&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so great this days. Tomorrow's schooling. Not yet iron my clothes. Hahaha. If dad knows I've not iron my clothes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mesti dier marah2. &lt;/span&gt;Haha. Alright. So today was great.&lt;br /&gt;Started my day of meeting boyfriend at Tampines. Yeah, I wore &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tudung &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju kurung &lt;/span&gt;and met BF at bus stop. We made our way to MRT station and off to kembangan and to the mosque there. I stepped into the 2nd floor and sat at the corner. I think I saw BF's mum at first. Since the descriptions he had made. Hahaha. And eventually, it is. Hehe. So the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Syarahan &lt;/span&gt;ended at around 10. Made my way out of the mosque and met BF at MRT station since all he's relatives are there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salam-ed &lt;/span&gt;he's cousin there too. And off we went to he's place. He changed he's clothes and I waited him under he's block. I was surprised when he's mum was with him.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at he's mum, such a sweet and caring mum. More over I heard a lot of sacrifices his mum had made for him. I'm happy enough he had changed for good. Proud of you, dear. (: Bid goodbye to he's mum cause he's mum went to have a hair cut while me and BF made a move to Woodlands. Walked home from woodlands and I went to change my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYWvTOpSbVI/AAAAAAAAEhY/n5KY-qw_HEY/s1600-h/feralpart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYWvTOpSbVI/AAAAAAAAEhY/n5KY-qw_HEY/s400/feralpart1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297833281554902354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I reached home, the gate.&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Wah, mcm Ustazah !&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hahaha! Yerlah tu ..&lt;br /&gt;*went in*&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ayah, nanti Nurul kuar tau. Amek Radiah troz datang alek.&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Nak uat pe?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Diah nanti nak datang bikin homework dier.&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ayah, cam gini Nurul leh beli byk tudung lah?&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Uh, tapi kalau beli byk tudung kene hari2 pakai.&lt;br /&gt;Me : =.=&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Betul ape..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Uh, tk pe lah cam gitu. Nurul mintak mak je..&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Uh, pakai mak nyer dulu lah mcm gitu. Kate ngn mak kasi nurul pakai dulu nanti nurul kasi balek.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ok..&lt;br /&gt;Dad : dah dah, gi tukar baju tu..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hahaha. Okay2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYWvTNsyYDI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/xtVKlnsyyzw/s1600-h/feralbabegif.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYWvTNsyYDI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/xtVKlnsyyzw/s400/feralbabegif.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297833281301143602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad seems so happy to see me in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tudung. &lt;/span&gt;haha. Dad's gonna re-teach me how to do prayers. After so long. You guys wanna know what? I feel so complete! I feel so great this days. And I don't feel suffer at all. Feel so happy ! And oh, I just paused forawhile, while updating. Bid my dad goodbye cause he's going to work. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salam-ed &lt;/span&gt;him. And mum, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salam-ed &lt;/span&gt;him too. BUT! With extra kissed and love. =.=' They kiss infront of me sey. I just hope their relationship will lasted till the heart beat stop. I love my parents. Heee. I seldom see my parents so loving. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menyampahh. hahaha.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk. Anyway,just now went to have lunch with dear at kopitiam. We did not have breakfast and lunch since morning. Thanks for the treat dear. After that bid him goodbye and off to Auntie's place to fetch Radiah. Went home and have a rest while Radiah do her homework. I'm freaking tired, I just don't know why. So slept till 7 plus when dear text my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and help Radiah out with her maths. And webcam with him till now. Still webcaming with him. Heh. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYWvTRWcPMI/AAAAAAAAEhg/-ImbvaaSxNU/s1600-h/feralpart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYWvTRWcPMI/AAAAAAAAEhg/-ImbvaaSxNU/s400/feralpart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297833282281159874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you guys ever feel so safe and secure having someone you love by your side?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel so happy that you could smile all day because someone you love is by your side to make you beautiful day ?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel like heaven to have someone you love by your side each and every seconds of your day ?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel so scared and terrible if you think you're gonna lose someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel like you wanna hug someone you love when he/she is having a problem?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel so happy when you start your day and happy when you ended your day, all because of he/she is there for you?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel like you don't wanna separate with him/her because you know you're gonna miss him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYWvTvloDwI/AAAAAAAAEho/s5Kccj-9b0g/s1600-h/me%26him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYWvTvloDwI/AAAAAAAAEho/s5Kccj-9b0g/s400/me%26him.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297833290397912834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I do. I did. And I have.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so safe and secure when he is by my side. I feel so happy that I could smile all day because he is my side to make my pretty beautiful day. I feel like, heaven, to have him by my side, holding his hands and getting a peck of kiss. And Yes, I do feel like hugging him when he's having problems, I feel so worried that I want him to know that I want to be there for him until everything's fine. I wanna make him smile and laugh because he's happy. I can't imagine if I were to separate with him.It's gonna be hard and different. It's gonna feel terrible and threatening. I love him, and I need him. I wanna be there for him. Cause only he, could feels me, deep inside and out. Only he, who could read me from A-Z. He's full of surprises. He made me feel special. He made me like he's princess. Dear, I never had felt that way before. Never felt so much in love.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, loving someone so deep. Yes dear, i love you, so much. Ain't a sweet talker. It's just words that I can express out. This is just a little. If you were to see deeper, you could see how much I love you. More than you could ever imagine dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps; my tag board with the name abd rashid, for me to know, for you to find out. *kening angkat2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done ! Take care people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-8135164265129744155?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8135164265129744155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=8135164265129744155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/8135164265129744155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/8135164265129744155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-ill-always-be-there-for-you.html' title='Dear, I&apos;ll always be there for you.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYWvS2rbCBI/AAAAAAAAEhI/ve4TxaDg6uo/s72-c/hello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-1876653723638056866</id><published>2009-01-30T22:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:22:12.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart beats for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYRYcH9FgFI/AAAAAAAAEhA/hE9jzRr-zrM/s1600-h/Picture0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYRYcH9FgFI/AAAAAAAAEhA/hE9jzRr-zrM/s400/Picture0134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297456301889388626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello yaw readers. (:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. Have been really lazy to update my blog. Haha. And I'm sorry that I changed my blog URL without telling much people. Sorry aye? (: Anyway, thanks for Re-linking. And to my daily readers, I'm sorry for not telling u guys about my changed URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone : "If hes taking u forever,just want u to know that i'll be there to catch ur fall."&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Thank you. But even when I fall, i'm only expecting him to hold me,safe and secure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYQBitTh6ZI/AAAAAAAAEgw/0eHyUMF6FgU/s1600-h/Picture0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYQBitTh6ZI/AAAAAAAAEgw/0eHyUMF6FgU/s400/Picture0130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297360757483235730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;29 January 2009 marks the day that I had never imagine it's supposed to be. I was feeling so happy that I want to go back to the moments we are together and let the time stays without moving. I feel so happy that everything's going so fine and making my life so happy. Although it's so fast to judge everything, at least I'm happy enough that things are getting easier if I were to be patient. I hope this will lasted. Loving him more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*feeling weird? Hah. I'll just let you guys judge by yourself aye? don't ask. cause i won't answer. mind me if i dont answer ur question. it's just that, i'll tell if i want, and i won't if i don't*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was fun. Met Sufi at traffic light which we always call it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longkang. &lt;/span&gt;hahaha. After that went to school together with him. School was alright. I'm thinking of changing my seat cause I couldn't really concentrate in class. =/ After school, talked with Sufi forawhile. And off to Big Bookshop with Ina and the girls. Then met Ary at tamp. Followed by meeting Sufi under the block. Followed by he's friends. We went to Bukit to play the game murderer. It's so fun. Very funny too. Hahaha. We had to play this game a lot of times I tell you. It's so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYQBigLg08I/AAAAAAAAEg4/ty0DZHOmojA/s1600-h/Picture0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYQBigLg08I/AAAAAAAAEg4/ty0DZHOmojA/s400/Picture0098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297360753959949250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Sufi made a move at around 4. And spent our time talking and after that, meet Fauzan and Sufi sent me home. Reached home around 7. And webcam with Sufi. Hahahaha. Ok, feeling weird why everything is with Sufi? Hahaha. For me to know, for you guys to find out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was feeling super tired that I could sleep till dawn. Chey . No lah. Going to my cousin's place later at around 4 I think. Or not, 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYQBiZ5MOJI/AAAAAAAAEgg/GBNjaFJUqoY/s1600-h/SDC10167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYQBiZ5MOJI/AAAAAAAAEgg/GBNjaFJUqoY/s400/SDC10167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297360752272488594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My life is filled in perfectly with nice people around me. But yeah, somehow or another, there will always be some people who will disturb our life by destroying it right? So what you need to do is stay strong and make sure everything is gonna be fine. Never let your hopes to fall down or things will get worst than you ever think it will not.&lt;br /&gt;I found some girls out there really loves him. But yeah, they just say they would move on. But i know, they won't do it easily although they say they will. Sigh. It's hard, I know. But if you love someone, you should learn how to let go. Let them free to find the happiness. I found mine'. And I'm so happy about it. Thanks to god that I'm doing perfectly fine. Feeling so great when I'm with him. Spending each and every moments with him. And wishing that that feeling will stay so strong till the end of this life.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like heaven, to love someone this strong. And looking at the short time, it's so funny. Yet it feels so great. I don't wanna miss each and every moments with him. Just one of a kind. Nothing and no one can replace him and this kind of feelings. Although there is some people in our way. Just hope for the best. I trust him. And I love him. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-1876653723638056866?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1876653723638056866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=1876653723638056866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/1876653723638056866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/1876653723638056866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-heart-beats-for-you.html' title='My heart beats for you.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SYRYcH9FgFI/AAAAAAAAEhA/hE9jzRr-zrM/s72-c/Picture0134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-3403050075844876456</id><published>2009-01-25T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:26:11.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so untouched!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXyBpFC9ZnI/AAAAAAAAEfg/CSA5S9hOr0o/s1600-h/part1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXyBpFC9ZnI/AAAAAAAAEfg/CSA5S9hOr0o/s400/part1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295249804610070130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Eerah And Lenny. I wanna apologies for not meeting you guys today. I am really-really sorry for that. I miss you guys so much. =[ Hope that we could meet as soon as possible. D:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXyBp2Wbz9I/AAAAAAAAEf4/ckVNbkmWAfc/s1600-h/Image0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXyBp2Wbz9I/AAAAAAAAEf4/ckVNbkmWAfc/s400/Image0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295249817845092306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;I feel so untouched&lt;br /&gt;That I want you so much&lt;br /&gt;That I just can't resist you&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough to say that I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I feel so untouched right now&lt;br /&gt;Need you so much somehow&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;Been going crazy from the moment I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Life are meant to be ending. Feelings are meant to be faded. Hearts are meant to be broken. But love, are meant to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXyBpnieNWI/AAAAAAAAEfw/rzhIeU2I6vY/s1600-h/Picture0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXyBpnieNWI/AAAAAAAAEfw/rzhIeU2I6vY/s400/Picture0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295249813869049186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kata-kata indahmu itu telah menyentuh hatiku. Membuatku berfikir, adakah ini suatu pertanda bahawa aku akan mengecapi bahagia disisimu pada suatu hari nanti? Kadang kala, aku terfikir, dengan masa yang singkat ini, jatuh cinta adalah jauh dari pandanganku. Tetapi kau telah membuka pintu kecil hatiku. Menutup segala luka yang telah ku rasai. Membuatku senyum dan bahagia setiap kali kita bertemu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perpisahan yang telah aku lalui, adalah perpisahan yang perit sekali. Tetapi pabilaku dengar tentang perpisahan kau dan si dia, aku terasa lebih sebak. Kerana kau telah melalui sesuatu yang amat memeritkan, jauh dari apa yang pernah ku lalui. Aku pasti. Kau tidak pernah berputus asa. Aku bangga kerana kau tabah menghadapi segala rintangan yang telah kau lalui itu dengan sabar. Kau telah berubah menjadi seorang yang lebih baik dari dahulu. Aku percaya, segala yang telah berlaku pada dirimu, ada hikmah disebalik setiap rintangan yang kau lalui.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertemuan kita amat singkat untuk menjangka perasaan itu. Aku suka pada dirimu. Sama seperti perasaan yang bahagia setiap kali kita bertemu. Kau tidak pernah membuatku berasa sedih. Malah, kau selalu membuatku tertawa dan meluaskan perasaan sempit dihatiku ini ketika ku dalam penderitaan. Walaupun aku telah putus asa tentang ikatan sahabat cinta yang telahku lalui itu, kau telah membuatku gagah menghadapinya. Kau telah memulihkan fikiran yang telah diracun oleh si dia. Aku bahagia, disisimu..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih, kerana kau memberikanku semangat dan kepercayaan. Aku rindu saat kita bersama. Aku harap apa yang kau telah meluahkan bukan kata-kata manis semata-mata. Tetapi tulus dan ikhlas dari hatimu. Terima kasih, kerana kau telah memenuhi hari-hari yang aku lalui ini dengan senyuman. Aku bahagia.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may laugh if you read that. I know my malay isn't that good. But that's just some part that I wanna let out. I'm just so glad that everything that I though is really hurting me, had changed into something good. I'm so glad that people around me cares so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e355/julietirah/part3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is for everyone who had just been through a very hurting break-ups. Read this, I hope you guys would at least think and feel relief. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Breaking up is hard. No matter who instigated the split, suddenly a huge part of your life has changed for ever. All sorts of emotions may come to the surface - sadness, anger, regret, guilt, confusion, fear, loneliness. You're on your own now - and that can feel scary. But you've got a choice. You don't have to remain stuck in your misery. Of course, feelings don't just go away over night. But if you're brave, you can create a great new future for yourself. The first step is to seize every moment. You might not feel like it right now, but if you look around, you will discover countless opportunities for happiness.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has been through a painful separation knows exactly how stressful this can be. It comes as no surprise then, that a split can be very detrimental to health. A number of studies suggest that the trauma of breaking up with partner can lead to all sorts of health problems including migraines, skin problems, depression and insomnia - even heart disease. High stress levels suppress the immune system and this increases your risk of disease. But as long as you are aware of these factors there's no need to panic. Often making the simplest lifestyle changes can help to safeguard your health.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;It's only natural to become more introspective after a break-up. For many people, the end of relationship can feel like the end of the world, especially if they've married or living together for a long time. Suddenly you're faced with all sorts of decisions and insecurities about your future.All these dilemmas come at a time when you're emotionally at your most vulnerable and stressed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few weeks after you've split up with someone can be a bit daunting. You may also find that your energy levels are lower than usual. Challenges and obstacles are the great teachers. Difficult situations force us to look deep inside and discover what we're made of.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Everyone reacts differently when they split up with their partner. Some people feel like crawling into a corner to lick their wounds and vow they'll never let anyone get that close again. Others can't wait to get out there and meet as many new people as possible in an attempt to heal their pain. Eventually, for most people there comes a point when they're keen to meet someone special again. But if you've been with someone for a long time, you may feel as if you've forgotten what to do, where to go and how to act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXyBqA5cSsI/AAAAAAAAEgA/FU_huOVYqRc/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXyBqA5cSsI/AAAAAAAAEgA/FU_huOVYqRc/s400/DSC00110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295249820676278978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-3403050075844876456?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3403050075844876456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=3403050075844876456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/3403050075844876456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/3403050075844876456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-so-untouched.html' title='I feel so untouched!'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXyBpFC9ZnI/AAAAAAAAEfg/CSA5S9hOr0o/s72-c/part1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-6754622200455314948</id><published>2009-01-23T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:49:41.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.N.G.E.L</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjCvdu-pI/AAAAAAAAEbw/1yT4ktBKRR0/s1600-h/RIMG0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjCvdu-pI/AAAAAAAAEbw/1yT4ktBKRR0/s400/RIMG0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294512473191152274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"..I know you cant imagine your life not talking to him everyday. I know you cant imagine yourself missing him every night. He simply brings joy to your life. He makes you smile everytime you come to think of him. He was giving you strength. Im not sure if you can survive and refrain from talking to him for the next year. You must try to forget because he is occupying too much of ur mind every now and then. Im even not sure if avoiding him is the best answer. For I fear that it will just make things worst. Cause the next thing you know, you will miss him even more and that it will severely affect you just like that time.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lyshaa for making me realize. (: The above was written by Lyshaa. Have you guys ever feel that way? Yeah. That's what I felt for last few days. It's breaking hearted. But life have to move on. The confessions and the heart breaking seen. Still, have to hold on and be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today school was alright. Wasn't in a good mood in the morning. But some how my friends are always there to make my day. Haha. I've not been concentrating much during lesson. More over there's a new sitting arrangement. And I'm like in the corner. Ms Gan for sure can't see me if I do my own things. Even if she see it, I'm sure she won't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our free time, we went out of school since some of them wanna buy ciggar. On the way there. Bumped onto Farrah ! yes ! Farrah Rocher!! Haha. Gosh, I really miss her. Although I've only met her like only once, but still we do contact in MSN. And ya know, when I meet her, we hugged! And it really make me feel happy. I miss Shaf and Mimi too ! It's really have been so long. Sigh. And Farrah was like , asking me about T. I didn't expect that she still rmbr that I'm with T. And when I told her I just broke up with T, she's like very shock. Sigh. Tak pelah ! Feral strong lah Farrah ! Heh. But seriously, I miss her ! I miss seeing her laughing her ass out whenever Mimi, her boyfriend crack up jokes. And when I gotta meet Farrah, it really remind me of Arh Siol Familia. Damn, I miss all of them. They all are one friendly Familia. Mcm sweet gitu kan? Hahaha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school, went to S-11 to have our lunch. Thanks Ina, for the treat. After that met Sufi and he's friends at TM. Oh yeah, they had just finish their Friday prayers. We went under the block to have some time since we're gonna meet on wednesday. I couldn't stand laughing all the way. You guys know what? I'm grateful that I have such a great friends in school. Really. Oh yarh. Talking about them, I've got their pictures with me. It will be at the end of the entry. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes ! People have been asking me A LOT OF times about the song in my blog. The title is "Cinta yang sempurna - Kangen Band" . Haha. I think it's like , over 4 person asked me about it yesterday. And they even ask me to send them. And today, already 3 person. HAhaha. Yeah, it's a nice song indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to this song( below ) like again and again. Such a great song though. Hahaha. And one more song coincidencely 'someone' like it too. Hahaha. I didn't know he like that song until just now, when I was listening the songs in he's ipod. And he suddenly change it to that song. So I'm like, eh ! Lagu nie! Hahahaha. And after that, he didn't realize that another malay song I like, is in he's ipod. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RaX0IcT_2sw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RaX0IcT_2sw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sqrv6IsBYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sqrv6IsBYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow's a big day. *SSEEXXITTTED!*&lt;br /&gt;For me to know, for you guys to find out.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will now be a secret.&lt;br /&gt;And if you guys guess wrongly, everything's&lt;br /&gt;gonna be a mess. So yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjaSxZ3tI/AAAAAAAAEco/4UHvwM55v8g/s1600-h/RIMG0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjaSxZ3tI/AAAAAAAAEco/4UHvwM55v8g/s400/RIMG0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294512877805887186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjaeHsoGI/AAAAAAAAEcg/smxKbG7B010/s1600-h/RIMG0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjaeHsoGI/AAAAAAAAEcg/smxKbG7B010/s400/RIMG0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294512880852181090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjaU8hatI/AAAAAAAAEcY/YuIvx_JiXbU/s1600-h/RIMG0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjaU8hatI/AAAAAAAAEcY/YuIvx_JiXbU/s400/RIMG0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294512878389390034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjZ_MQGII/AAAAAAAAEcQ/iXOOhZ2Z5og/s1600-h/RIMG0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjZ_MQGII/AAAAAAAAEcQ/iXOOhZ2Z5og/s400/RIMG0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294512872549783682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjDo5v2MI/AAAAAAAAEcI/bkZ3CCtsHG8/s1600-h/RIMG0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjDo5v2MI/AAAAAAAAEcI/bkZ3CCtsHG8/s400/RIMG0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294512488609470658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjDQ8izkI/AAAAAAAAEcA/TOuaznqaQhw/s1600-h/RIMG0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjDQ8izkI/AAAAAAAAEcA/TOuaznqaQhw/s400/RIMG0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294512482178747970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjCzSRIwI/AAAAAAAAEb4/8qiW3SBAj1k/s1600-h/RIMG0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjCzSRIwI/AAAAAAAAEb4/8qiW3SBAj1k/s400/RIMG0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294512474216801026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ina! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjCh4dBSI/AAAAAAAAEbo/wGcaV3ZbJ4o/s1600-h/RIMG0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjCh4dBSI/AAAAAAAAEbo/wGcaV3ZbJ4o/s400/RIMG0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294512469545125154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uh, part nie i don't like.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see the screen because&lt;br /&gt;the computer are big. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXniG7fBd9I/AAAAAAAAEbg/huXMI5x5cbQ/s1600-h/RIMG0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXniG7fBd9I/AAAAAAAAEbg/huXMI5x5cbQ/s400/RIMG0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294511445625632722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Sufi. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXniG6ed3MI/AAAAAAAAEbY/rj09D5iZmpc/s1600-h/RIMG0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXniG6ed3MI/AAAAAAAAEbY/rj09D5iZmpc/s400/RIMG0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294511445354863810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ary Francesca. (:&lt;br /&gt;She's like the leader. And she's our chairperson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXniGZ4Na5I/AAAAAAAAEbQ/lHKFN91m2nM/s1600-h/RIMG0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXniGZ4Na5I/AAAAAAAAEbQ/lHKFN91m2nM/s400/RIMG0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294511436604468114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, my class room now have our own computer.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. But I love to do sketches more than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXniGCe-6BI/AAAAAAAAEbI/SjLGCUQRKw4/s1600-h/RIMG0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXniGCe-6BI/AAAAAAAAEbI/SjLGCUQRKw4/s400/RIMG0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294511430324643858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls in my class. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXniFxeq5eI/AAAAAAAAEbA/RtdiNN6pJ8M/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXniFxeq5eI/AAAAAAAAEbA/RtdiNN6pJ8M/s400/girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294511425759929826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-6754622200455314948?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6754622200455314948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=6754622200455314948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6754622200455314948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6754622200455314948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/angel.html' title='A.N.G.E.L'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXnjCvdu-pI/AAAAAAAAEbw/1yT4ktBKRR0/s72-c/RIMG0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-5658858430240540757</id><published>2009-01-22T06:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:39:42.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be ignored is the detest thing ever.</title><content type='html'>It feels so bad to know something that you don't wanna know and pretending you don't know in front of him when you actually know it. Sigh. And when everything's seems so hard, you'll tend to give up because of the heavy feeling in the heart. Yeah, it's so painful to let go of something/someone you love so much and you know that you'll get hurt even more if you never let go. And when you have let go, all you wish was to see changes and what you know is that you are willing to forgive and forget as long as he is happy with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. This is life isn't it? It feels so terrible when it comes to this part. Maybe it's a lesson for me to learn, and a life for me to remember. Being around you always made me smile. And falling in love was hard at that time. But you, make it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enough said and I've let everything out although I'm still holding onto some. But that's enough for now. Just to let you know that I still feel for you and I still thinks of you. Maybe this is fated. I've gotta be strong. Letting go doesn't mean that I'm weak, it just simply means I'm strong enough to face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps; this is for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-5658858430240540757?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5658858430240540757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=5658858430240540757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5658858430240540757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5658858430240540757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-be-ignored-is-detest-thing-ever.html' title='To be ignored is the detest thing ever.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-4647397056297827439</id><published>2009-01-21T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:18:03.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well goodbye my sweet lover.</title><content type='html'>Hello yaw bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so tired. Very tired. So exhausted. Very lethargic. Sigh. But overall, what a happy day. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to school early today since it started at 12.30pm. Lucky my friends are earlier than me, or i'll be alone! AHAHA. Anyway, went to school and met Naz. We went to Co-op shop for awhile. bump onto Aiman, again. Hahhaa. After that we went to sit at the table near staff toilet. Remy called me a while later, saying that he saw me. He was like infront of my class. and he waved to me. Hahaha. then Naz was like, "You got so many friends in ITE uh? hahaha." . Not many, most of them are internet friends. Some even anyhow smile at me when I don't know them. What I know is that, they should be internet friends cause they calls me Feral. Haha.. Mostly, the guys. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I got a boyfriend right now, msti dier bingit eh? HAHAHA. =P No, I'm not being flirty. And I also hate the feeling that people know me but I don't know them. It's irritating ya know? Haha. Feral sana, Feral sini. Haha. Mcm nak bagiiii je. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yarh ! Yesterday we had SW ! Ok, SW is so called PE. Syah told me don't say it as PE. Mcm secondary school. HAHAAHHAHA. Anw, during SW we had Soccer ! And it was great. Mr Tang (if im wrong he's name is spelled like that) , for I dont know what's the reason, he chose me to be captain, and I can select who ever team members i want. And who did I select ? the best of the bestest ! =P The girls are Ary , Ina and Tasha ! The boys are Sufi, Jerard(idk hw to spell his name. haha!) and Khairul .. haha ! And u know what? i'm the goal keeper. I did bad ok! HAHAH. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today walk with Sufi and Tasha to TM. Sufi went off first, followed by Tasha. Remy planned to go Bedok, and I thought of just going home straight. Went to Bus stop 168. But awhile later, Syah text me saying that Latep and him is waiting for me at interchange. So i went to meet them at mrt station. We head back home together.&lt;br /&gt;Me ; later we stop at admiralty kan?&lt;br /&gt;Syah ; yarh.&lt;br /&gt;Me ; Ok, later i wanna buy bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;Syah ; huh? go payar lebar?&lt;br /&gt;Me ; HAHAHA. tak lah, i wanna buy bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;Syah ; Oh ! hahah ! jauh seh, payar lebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! then I was like, yarh. more over , the bus is making such hell lots of noise. and i was talking softly? i think ? HAHA. then when we dropped down to admiralty.&lt;br /&gt;Syah ; umirah nak gi payar lebar&lt;br /&gt;Latep ; huh ?? jauh nyer.&lt;br /&gt;Syah ; haha ! dier nk beli bubble tea.. then aku fikir dier kate dier nak gi payar lebar.&lt;br /&gt;Latep ; hahaha * laughs *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ! kelakar seh. and u guys know what? i couldnt stop laughing all the way home. Thanks eh guys for going home with me. i think every wednesday we cn go home together. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, im like receiving a lot of date list. *kenings angs2* Hahaha! Kkkkkk, I promise that i will be a very good girl and not go out with many many guys cause she's still having a big problem in her heart which is under contruction just like the heart was broken like really2 broken so she need some workers to put it up all back although she know no one can except for that him. but it's okay. feral is still a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;*LAUGHS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K dah. Bye. Feral nak take a nap. Lepas tu talk on the phone. Lepas tu tidur. Besok sekolah pagi. Puk 7 msti da ader kat interchange. Haish, ini lah nasib org yang sekolah jauh. HAHA. =[&lt;br /&gt;Selamat malam semua. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, no pictures for today. I'm feeling so lazy.) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;U know I love you. U know I feel for you. Patient is what I'm doing now. And I really hope I could still hold on. I really hope I'll be fine without you. But please, tell me if you wanna leave, and don't give me false hope. it's gonna kill me faster than u ever think of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, someone have been making me smile. in the morning, till the night before i went to sleep. sweet? yeah. hehe. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-4647397056297827439?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4647397056297827439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=4647397056297827439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4647397056297827439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4647397056297827439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-goodbye-my-sweet-lover.html' title='Well goodbye my sweet lover.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-347690948211784764</id><published>2009-01-19T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:27:14.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More to Love.</title><content type='html'>Please stop asking me. You guys see it yourself, yes, I just broke up. Isn't it enough for you guys to know? Please,I'm begging you guys not to ask why. I don't wanna give any bad names. No one is at fault. So stop asking why we broke up. Maybe we just are not meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXSM_oi_fTI/AAAAAAAAEa4/FM6m_vSdfhE/s1600-h/Feralbabe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXSM_oi_fTI/AAAAAAAAEa4/FM6m_vSdfhE/s400/Feralbabe1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293010486911008050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello there people. (:&lt;br /&gt;So today school was superb. Many great things happened today. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today went to school with Remy. Met the rest of the girls, and the girls was like asking, "eh , this is the twin that you said uh?" Then I was like, yarh! hahaha. Because that's their first time seeing me with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period was life skills. Followed by theory. After break, guess what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I lost my memory card. And I know, somehow I might lost it at interchange, near bus stop 168. I know I might have dropped it somewhere. And I know I was like looking for it in my wallet and bag. How come memory card &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;boleh tercicir? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha ! Well, I somehow accidentally deleted ALL the songs in my memory card. So I changed it to my other memory card. But I was like in a rush that time. So the memory card somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tercicir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I think. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The good news is, Someone gave back the memory card that I just lost !! And guess who is he ? The guy is from my school ! Hahaha! And it's like just now! LOL. Okay, I was shocked okay ! Hahaha. Thanks a lot Rizal. (: And wait , how did you somehow find my blog? And how come you recognize me? Hahahaha. How sweet. Thanks eh Rizal. I really appreciate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXSM_dOcEpI/AAAAAAAAEaw/QC7JXnKzAO4/s1600-h/Feralbabe3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXSM_dOcEpI/AAAAAAAAEaw/QC7JXnKzAO4/s400/Feralbabe3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293010483872010898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During lesson, we learn a lot ! I manage to learn so much about drawing an inner side of a house. I feel like downloading some software that can be used for doing the inner part of an apartment. Really. It excite me. Hahaha. Ok dah merepek.&lt;br /&gt;And today, Feral nampak Aiman! HAHA. K tak, Aiman nampak feral dulu. I was at the Co-op shop with the rest of my girls. And I was like looking for the voice who's calling "Feral, Feral! Feral!!" Hhaahaha. When I turn behind " Kenal tak?? " Hahahaha. Aiman ! ofcause I know you! Hahaha. How can I not know you ? LOL. Tkpe, must bump to each other everytime okay? Since you say belum puas. HAHAHA. =P Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny whenever me and my girls passed by some group of boys, they will look for so long. Until just now I even accidentally made an eye-contact with this guy. Eerah ! Omg ! Feral &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raser kan, feral kat sekolah saner boleh jadi giler.. banyak sangat lelaki. hahaha! *washing eye* haha. Jangan seh. Feral still holding to my words. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;And guess what? My friend even saw it and disturb that I just made an eye contact with this guy. HAHA. lol. That I don't mind. But it disturb me a lot if some guys just can't keep their eyes away. Irritating you know? The feeling of being stared for so long by some guys. And when you turn to look at them, they will smile. Some even passed by and say " hai ! namer sayer *fill in the blanks* " "Namer sayer *fill in the blanks*" Hhahaha.. Tasha and I was like laughing so much. They are like, wanna tell it to us, but they say out and look away and walk passed by , then laugh. LOL. Guys, oh guys, you all are full of surprises and funny things. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for in class. All of my friends keep on disturbing me, if Sufi and me smiled at each other. But the funny thing is, me and sufi just could not stop smiling at each other just for the littlest glance or eye-contact. It will just make me laugh. I don't know why. And what's so funny. But it somehow tickles me on how he will react when he sees me. And the smile. Hahaha. And during the last period, we gotta sit side by side. and they were like disturbing us all the way. Hahaha! Ok. We're just friends lah. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me out, this saturday. Who? Heh. Mr Secret. So should I, or shouldn't I ? Hahaha. Only Lenny and Eerah know, how much feral have been keeping someone feral love in feral heart. Tapi takpe. People around me say, it's okay to go out with other guys although you love someone else. But on a second thought, I'll have to consider it first. *SSEXXITED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXSM-3cZcuI/AAAAAAAAEag/WXL42zEuI94/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXSM-3cZcuI/AAAAAAAAEag/WXL42zEuI94/s400/Image041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293010473730011874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every morning, the only people who could make my day is Eerah and Lenny. (: I'm grateful to have you guys by my side. Heh . Feral happy seh, Every morning my syg and syg msg me. Sweet eh? Hehe. ((: I love you girls so much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXSM_PoiqAI/AAAAAAAAEao/SEGAlcsay6E/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXSM_PoiqAI/AAAAAAAAEao/SEGAlcsay6E/s400/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293010480223397890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TAGS REPLY !!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annie!: hey sweets! how's life been in new school? (:&lt;br /&gt;- it's great ! hahaha. hows yours??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fizah: adek ! you're in which school and what course ?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm in ITE tampines campus. and taking space design interior! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rizal: im sorry to intrude your privacy. jus want to see whose memory card was that. hope to meet you again, :D&lt;br /&gt;- it's okay. and seriously, how you got to come across my blog? Hahaha! that's weird. but really, I'm really thankful that you returned to me back my memory card. that's so miracle, or coincidence? I'm not sure, but really. Wow! That's very funny and cool thing that happen. Haha! Once again, thanks a lot ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikahh: i didnt know , you can webcam with two people at the same time ? can weeee ? heheh .&lt;br /&gt;-Oh yes you can ! (: And may i know, which ikahh are you? Hahahha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LennyC: Umirah, IMISSYOU SESANGAT-sangat! And and korang mengupat hal pasal lenny dalam tagbox ?! aperh nehhhh ? Bagi Kang! HAHAHA! xDD And yes meet up soon. Next time saper-saperh tak plan siang2 kene punish&lt;br /&gt;- LOL. jgn uh marah ! btw, it's tag board ! HEEHEHE. =P YEAH, meet up soon bebeh ! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem: ite tampines 1st year?&lt;br /&gt;- Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eerah: hhaha yes imagine uhh lenny mcm gitu . klakar seeeh!andwe need to meet up asap . if not , i will ...errrr.... kill myself ... ! HAHAHHHA WTH ! "we can chat like we always chat"-quote frm feral babe (:&lt;br /&gt;- AHHAHA. tu uh ! cute seh when i imagine. HAHAHA. and kelakar giler seh ! boleh ketawe smpai perot saket. HAHA. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-347690948211784764?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/347690948211784764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=347690948211784764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/347690948211784764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/347690948211784764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-to-love.html' title='More to Love.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXSM_oi_fTI/AAAAAAAAEa4/FM6m_vSdfhE/s72-c/Feralbabe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-8109586569516760636</id><published>2009-01-17T22:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:20:53.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you and I need you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXIASs546WI/AAAAAAAAEaA/vJcp1JfnXqg/s1600-h/Image113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXIASs546WI/AAAAAAAAEaA/vJcp1JfnXqg/s400/Image113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292292833405364578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello yaw readers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, was a great day though. Ended school and went to Tampines mall to accompany classmates to get some stuff for monday. I was shocked not knowing this girl who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tegur &lt;/span&gt;me at traffic light. "eh, you feral eh?" then I was like, yarh. you are? from friendster eh?" then she say "yarh, this is all your classmates?" then I was like, yarhh. hahaha. *pointing to them*. We had a little convo before crossing the road and separated. I really didnt recognise them though until I went to the popular. While waiting for the rest outside popular. Serawr passed by with the girls from my school. Didn't expected actually they are cousin. I was like, at first didn't recognise Serawr until she said " Shahrul " .. then i was like , ohhh! sera! hahaha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, after that, we, Ary, Ina and Tasha went to Simei and get my skirt. I took size 26. I was thinking of taking the size 27 but after measuring the auntie asked me to take size 26. So I tried the grey skirt. Thinking that it's the same measurement as the black, I didn't try the black. So separated with them at bus stop. I went to school to take my report book. Oh, I swear I see a lot of lovely people. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;First meet Umaira , Syaza and Mainnah. Went to the canteen to have some talks while waiting for Aqilah. So talk-talk-talk. And Mainnah like to see what's in my book. Hahha! =P So anyway, I gotta meet Cikgu Yati, Cikgu Memy, Mdm Jas and some teachers. Damn, I miss them a lot. And Mdm Jas is happy that I got the course that I wanted, we talk so much and that I'm happy to meet her ! Like, really! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after that, gotta meet Yusuf! Oh my. I went to him and he was like *covering he's face* cause he saw me. I think he was shocked or something due to surprised? Hahah. Yes, really, I miss him so damn much. Hahaha. We hugged and talk for awhile. So we went to sit with the others. And he thought of going off, after a few steps, he come back and say " I can't bear to live you after 20 secondS. " hAHAHA ! And I was like, ahaha! aww, so sweet. HAHA. =P&lt;br /&gt;Met LIYANA TOO!! And the first thing when she saw me was too, poke me! haha . I miss her seh, miss her soo much! =[ Hopefully we'll have gathering okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I want to eat at Secret Recipe again, please?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXIASHDTz1I/AAAAAAAAEZo/BER1brwysRo/s1600-h/P1020681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXIASHDTz1I/AAAAAAAAEZo/BER1brwysRo/s400/P1020681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292292823244328786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Met Aqilah and the rest of my classmates. Hugged and bid goodbye and off to Causeway point to meet Shila. I was shocked to see her. Ok, at first I was happy and was like wanted to run at her, but after a while, I suddenly saw her face like very down when she come to be with open hands. I was like, "eh, asl nie.." I was really shocked! I didn't expect that she was crying! Man, Shila, cheer up kay? I hate your guy for doing all this to you. He is so mean. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tried to cheer her up and stop her cries. And guess what, We have the five of us back! Me, Shila,Umaira,Syaza And Aqilah all back together! I'm so happy to meet all of them. It's an unplanned thing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Separated with Aqilah and Umaira at bus stop and went to send my skirts and blouse for alteration at marsiling. Went to have our so called dinner cause Syaza and me was hungry. LOL. So yeah, after an hour or two went to take my skirt and blouse back. And guess what ? I already realize that my skirt was the wrong alteration. Went to Shila's crib to try it out. And hell yeah, the black skirt was really short like mini skirt. Wtf. Haahaha. I was so pissed off. And the black skirt was very tight. My butt is fucking big. K tklah. Hahaha. I can wear it, but I feel like it's tighter than the grey. Messaged Ary to asked her had she bought her skirt or something so we can exchange if she have not yet buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So reached home at around 9. Went down to the block to meet Ary since her boyfriend drove her to my place. Hopefully she can fit the skirt cause she's smaller size than me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, just stayed at home. Helped my dad to clean up the house. And guess what, I was folding some old clothes. And I didn't know mum have so many vintage dress. When she was my size, she love to wear all those dress. and hell yeah, when I tried it, it fits me rightly! I was like, wow, I didn't expec to know that. Haha. And one more thing, now I know why mum love to buy me a lot of dresses when I was young. Haha ! because she herself love dresses ! Hahaha. But now, no more dresses for her. It's my turn. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After helping and all, mum made dinner. After that mum also helped me to alter my skirt and blouse. I mean, re-alter it. The tailor wasn't very good at altering. I feel so angry though. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mak aku alter lagi bagus seh. &lt;/span&gt;And you guys know what? My mum say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buang duit je gi alter kat luar. Alter dari mak lagi bagos, free lagi tau. &lt;/span&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXIARyP8F3I/AAAAAAAAEZg/25ksgYJ2x1U/s1600-h/FERAL+EERAH+LENNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXIARyP8F3I/AAAAAAAAEZg/25ksgYJ2x1U/s400/FERAL+EERAH+LENNY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292292817660155762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Eerah's blog just now. And guess what. Eerah was very very sweet ! She updated like so much and most of it she say she miss me. Sweet kan? Man, I so sorry that I couldn't meet you and lenny. I miss you both. And I'm sure if I was there, mesti lagi happening kan? =P HAHAHA. Tk lah, kidding. But kan, seriously, we need to hang out together some day. And I can't stop laughing when reading her blog :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eerah, feral copy paste tau. mls nk type uh. =P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"eerah , you uhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;..*silentttt* ; when mummy left she continue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gilaaa uh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHA ! imagine uh korang . How funny she sounds .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; when she is eating , i was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; "mummy , lenny kater dier nk tapao skali taw".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lenny nye muke tros sawan and quickly say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" ehhh cik , tk tk , eerah bedek ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;omggggg . i swear i am recalling as im typing this out .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; HAHAHA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We took abt more than 30mins just to finish eating . Psl we talk more than we eat .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Mcm before 1 suap , we will talk abt the length of an essay -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smpai adk aku pon ckp "lmbt nah korang mkn " . &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kwangkwangkwang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Haha. So, did you guys imagine how lenny say that? Hahaha. Ohman, I really miss them a lot. Hopefully Lenny will be back home soon. So that we can chat like we always chat. HAHA. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXIASr3AXlI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/HJ0EZqftY94/s1600-h/lorry6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXIASr3AXlI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/HJ0EZqftY94/s400/lorry6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292292833124834898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Andie.And I know.&lt;br /&gt;This picture look like we're a couple.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. K now laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXIASbfNkKI/AAAAAAAAEZw/q3tAnuUbhlk/s1600-h/DSC02232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXIASbfNkKI/AAAAAAAAEZw/q3tAnuUbhlk/s400/DSC02232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292292828730069154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the screen of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually watching a video of Thaqif&lt;br /&gt;at his sister's blog. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Monday will be going to school and going home with Remy. I'm lucky that he could accompany me to take the ring that was altered for mum. Hopefully it have been altered by monday.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK, I'm done over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was like looking at her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXIA-4ouT4I/AAAAAAAAEaI/Es5repfMz40/s1600-h/raya20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXIA-4ouT4I/AAAAAAAAEaI/Es5repfMz40/s400/raya20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292293592468836226" border="0" /&gt;Her dad was like, senyum tu kat camera!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXIA--bgl0I/AAAAAAAAEaQ/5_DiPB6BHAI/s1600-h/raya21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXIA--bgl0I/AAAAAAAAEaQ/5_DiPB6BHAI/s400/raya21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292293594024023874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you guys stay at pasir ris downtown east,&lt;br /&gt;check out for any bus, that have her face.&lt;br /&gt;She's on an advertisment of I forgot about what.&lt;br /&gt;But just look out for a girl wearing a cartoon dress&lt;br /&gt;while smiling widely! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ps; oh yarh. just a sad news for me. Ina told me she accidentally deleted all the pics we took. =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-8109586569516760636?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8109586569516760636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=8109586569516760636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/8109586569516760636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/8109586569516760636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-you-and-i-need-you.html' title='I miss you and I need you.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SXIASs546WI/AAAAAAAAEaA/vJcp1JfnXqg/s72-c/Image113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-6946366374164585936</id><published>2009-01-15T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:31:16.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The moments we share are about to end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SW9kT9-oNjI/AAAAAAAAEZA/uMKYln9RxLA/s1600-h/fg13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SW9kT9-oNjI/AAAAAAAAEZA/uMKYln9RxLA/s400/fg13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291558381401159218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently just listening to songs and waiting for my phone to be fully charged. So anyway, today school was great. Went to school with Ary since I bumped onto her when I was Que-ing up in the long line. Thanks to her, I got to go in the bus first. lol.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, during our break time, we explored the area. Pretty much lots of placed I don't know. And the best thing is that, we, Ina, Tasha, Za, Effy and Naz doesn't know where to head to. So we went to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kopitiam&lt;/span&gt; to have our breakfast. And the best thing is, we took 1hr for our break which is only 30minutes. Ok, not exactly. Actually we should not be having any breaks. but since everyone requested for it, our kind teachers let us have a little break. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After break, i went to school toilet with Za. The girls went off first. Didn't notice Aiman was at the next door. =P I was like, walking pass the boy toilet and..&lt;br /&gt;Aiman " Eh, feral babe! "&lt;br /&gt;Me - turn around " Eh, hai! "&lt;br /&gt;Aiman " Kenal tak siape? "&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Kenal! Aiman kan? HAHA. "&lt;br /&gt;Aiman's friends - "Eh kawan lamer eh? Da lamer tk jumpe ke?"&lt;br /&gt;Aiman - "Yeah!! You from auditorium?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "No I'm at interior design"&lt;br /&gt;Aiman's friends - "Org kate laen, dier kate laen"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Huh??HHAHAAHAAHA."&lt;br /&gt;Aiman - "Wah, da beli baju school seh.."&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Hahaha. Eh, I got to go, da lambat nie..bye!"&lt;br /&gt;Aiman - "Byee!! :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I was shocked, but was really looking forward to see him real life. Haahha. Webcam isn't enough. But it was funny though. I didn't expect to see him there. Tapi macam surprise lah kan. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended at 1 today. The whole day was in the computer lab! And the best thing is, it will happen every thursday! and also tuesday, during the first period to 12 o'clock! -.- Oh yeah, I made a doraemon, mickey mouse and some pictures using computer. I know, I'm gonna be good at using the software. Hopefully I'll do a good job for my upcoming(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was planning to take bursary plan. But my form teacher doesn't allow me too. Haha. I heard from Remy it was good. I thought it was really good, but it's actually for people who needs it more than I do. My family income is more than enough so Ms Gan was like, 'wah you fortunate already, don't need to take the bursary lahhh.' and if i were her i will make that usual face. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. After school went to Tampines mall to celebrate Tasha's birthday. I just love to see how adorable shy-shy girl she looks. Heh. She's just very very sweet! Heh! :) So yeah, I made cards for Naz belated birthday and Tasha's birthday. And Ary made all of them sign at the back. I hope they like it. And the present too. Not to forget about the cake! Cute kan! Hahaaaaa~ Will post up some pictures as soon as Ina have post up the pics. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a very very very bad PMS and very very very bad menses. It came at wrong days and wrong time. I can feel so pissed off easily and feel so angry over small matters. I'm glad that I didn't make any attitude to people just now. =P Just noticed some people around me make me feel so terrible. I wonder why people keep asking me about my relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say guys, I'm really not in a mood to let out my feelings. It's not that I'm don't trust you people, I don't wanna give a bad name to anyone. So please just don't be a busy body asking me about my life. No, not that I'm being arrogant. Give me some space people. I really need it badly cause I'm having some bad surrounding hiding in each and every corners of my life. Still searching and looking forward to let it off.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I don't seems to reply your message or pick up your calls. I just don't know why. I sometimes feel very happy. but sometimes I feel very sad. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I've got a big feeling that babes outing will be cancelled again. =[[[ but I'm not sure, will confirm with ya guys soon okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot to tell ya guys. Wasted all  money like over 370bucks for a jewellery for mum. Dad paid for the other ring for mum. Mum have been wanting to have a diamond ring. But since there's no size for mom, I'll be coming to take the altered size on monday at the shop. Lucky for me it's near to my school. So I'll be taking it on monday. Hopefully mum will love it. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and me havee been like pastering mum to go for a holidays. I couldn't wait for the upcoming holidays! Couldn't wait to go for the expensive hotels and eat during the breakfast. Couldn't wait to go for a great holiday and take pictures with the new digital camera that dad just bought. Could wait to see dad trying the what thing entah for the car to travel with easier direction. Can't wait to try out the new DVD portable in the car! Can't wait for shopping and take my luggage like as if I'm those rich girl in town! *kening naek2*&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. K, dah, I was just berangan-ing cause I'm just too exited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going bedok tomorrow to buy school skirt and alter the skirt at tampines with Ina. (:&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people. It's 16 today. And I'm sleepy. couldn't take it anymore! Huahua. K dah. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i MISS Andie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SW9kUDGGKoI/AAAAAAAAEZY/XjMIrAy_oyM/s1600-h/i5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SW9kUDGGKoI/AAAAAAAAEZY/XjMIrAy_oyM/s400/i5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291558382774659714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i MISS Eerah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SW9kUMVv2oI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/AiOSdXTbXoE/s1600-h/i4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SW9kUMVv2oI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/AiOSdXTbXoE/s400/i4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291558385256225410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i MISS Lenny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SW9kT5-jnZI/AAAAAAAAEZI/1chPVFZOYNI/s1600-h/i2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SW9kT5-jnZI/AAAAAAAAEZI/1chPVFZOYNI/s400/i2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291558380327116178" 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/36041451-6946366374164585936?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6946366374164585936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=6946366374164585936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6946366374164585936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6946366374164585936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/moments-we-share-are-about-to-end.html' title='The moments we share are about to end.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SW9kT9-oNjI/AAAAAAAAEZA/uMKYln9RxLA/s72-c/fg13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-8226090122395309166</id><published>2009-01-13T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:49:53.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd monthsary, dear. (:</title><content type='html'>Guess what's the date today ? Yeah. It is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me guys. I'm not crying. I swear I still love him. But it's okay, I can see he's happy. I think it's better off us this way. We're still close and we still talks. He's still on my featured friends. And I'm still on he's too.Thanks a lot for ya guys concern. Just stop asking me about my relationship. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edits//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, school was great. Came like a little bit late,but thanks to Ery for helping me. HAHA. But very tiring, finished school like at 5.30. Practical lesson was using computerize. I swear it's great ! I really had fun having this course. I really like my new friends. During out break time, we went to Tamp. mall to have our lunch. Heh. Sorry Adam, seems like it's just my luck. You guys wanna know what? Each and every time Adam ordered a Mee Goreng, and me, ordering later, the one who will get the Mee Goreng will be given to me first. Hahah! Sorry Adam. And I know you're such a gentleman after all. HAHA. After school went to causeway point and accompany Ery to buy her mom's present. So sweet of her to buy a pretty bag from Charles and Keith for her mum. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done. Tired. Lazy. Hungry. &amp;amp; WOOHOO. Tmr's school start at 12.30. so I'll get more time to rest ! And also, I got a white and blue uni. for myself while waiting for interior design's uniform, I'll be wearing that first. For P.e , will be using home clothes first instead of other's . HEH. Gerek kan. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K DAH. 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(:'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-1936470680227327566</id><published>2009-01-12T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:41:02.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like Crying out loud. But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, but breaking up is the best solution.&lt;br /&gt;Won't be talking much here. That's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;Take care people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-1936470680227327566?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1936470680227327566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=1936470680227327566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/1936470680227327566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/1936470680227327566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-like-crying-out-loud.html' title=''/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-8518163663143069308</id><published>2009-01-11T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:57:53.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days, it hurts, but i still love you deeply.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWoIrnT3IbI/AAAAAAAAEYw/Hr9bUYBzVLw/s1600-h/fg43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWoIrnT3IbI/AAAAAAAAEYw/Hr9bUYBzVLw/s400/fg43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290050257679753650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Howsiang™ says:&lt;br /&gt;UMIRAH&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY NV SEE U IN SEC 5!!!!&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah?&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;haha..why ? u miss me uh?&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ says:&lt;br /&gt;So strange&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ says:&lt;br /&gt;so many ppl gone sia&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ says:&lt;br /&gt;i miss u&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ says:&lt;br /&gt;make sure u do well kay&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;hehs, yeah, hopefully..&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ said:&lt;br /&gt;no hopefully&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ said:&lt;br /&gt;must&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ said:&lt;br /&gt;hhaa&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ said:&lt;br /&gt;cya in poly&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ said:&lt;br /&gt;cya !&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ said:&lt;br /&gt;heh =P&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ says:&lt;br /&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ says:&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;HEHE&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;;];];]&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ says:&lt;br /&gt;make sure u do it hor&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;hehe ! i will .. and hopefully u'll do well for ur o's.. wish u all the best for this year ok.. no more playing around and disturbing girls okay&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ says:&lt;br /&gt;haha i iwll do well&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ says:&lt;br /&gt;I nv disturb girls!!&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;ok2 ..&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Howsiang™ says:&lt;br /&gt;ghaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWoIrwOfJ_I/AAAAAAAAEY4/Im28ZGML6eM/s1600-h/fg41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWoIrwOfJ_I/AAAAAAAAEY4/Im28ZGML6eM/s400/fg41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290050260073129970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahaha. Sweet uh org miss aku. HEH. and i swear i miss my classmates too. Oh, Howsiang is not my classmate, just next door mate. heh. anyway, i swear i miss classmate, i miss my babes, and I miss Liyana, Hidayati, Hidayah, Ruzanna, Amalina, yadayada~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So today planned to buy school bag, but the plan is canceled due to some reasons. -.- Bought mum a cake from Prima Deli since she's craving for it. It's a 2Kg cake somemore. lol. Ok, actually I really dont know what to update about today. Just a random post today. HAHA. k dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. just now i saw lenny naked at webcam. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-8518163663143069308?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8518163663143069308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=8518163663143069308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/8518163663143069308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/8518163663143069308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/9-days-it-hurts-but-i-still-love-you.html' title='9 days, it hurts, but i still love you deeply.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWoIrnT3IbI/AAAAAAAAEYw/Hr9bUYBzVLw/s72-c/fg43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-5437588394378181532</id><published>2009-01-11T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:50:50.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone says:&lt;br /&gt;syg!&lt;br /&gt;someone says:&lt;br /&gt;wads happening in ur life baby?&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;going down the drain ..&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;someone says:&lt;br /&gt;aik,,&lt;br /&gt;someone says:&lt;br /&gt;not yet&lt;br /&gt;someone says:&lt;br /&gt;longkang havent go in,u want to go drain..&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahs.. im serious lah ..&lt;br /&gt;someone says:&lt;br /&gt;tkmo serious2 lah,nnti masok icu&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;uh k .. lagi bagos. harap2 my heartbeat will stop at icu.. heh&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;tk layan&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;k bye&lt;br /&gt;someone says:&lt;br /&gt;sori2!&lt;br /&gt;someone says:&lt;br /&gt;u!&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;mmn?&lt;br /&gt;someone says:&lt;br /&gt;hmph!&lt;br /&gt;someone says:&lt;br /&gt;eerah lenny is loved,i tk love?&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;nnt bf sangka yg laen&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaahaha&lt;br /&gt;someone says:&lt;br /&gt;yela2!&lt;br /&gt;someone says:&lt;br /&gt;bye ar!&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-5437588394378181532?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5437588394378181532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=5437588394378181532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5437588394378181532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5437588394378181532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/someone-says-syg-someone-says-wads.html' title=''/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-4122461675214133928</id><published>2009-01-10T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:45:22.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 8 days, and I'm still counting.</title><content type='html'>Whatever~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today woke up earlier than suspected. Why? I'm not sure why. Just woke up early and had a great bath and get the breakfast ready. Ate breakfast with dad since mum is working in the morning. Dad gave me some things for me to prepare for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to marsiling and woodlands check point to buy some kitchen things. And off to AMK to buy my art things. Bought A LOT of art stuff and dad is like so kiasu, made me buy two of each so that incase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalau pecah &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;destroyed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ader spare.. &lt;/span&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and dad have been joking around like before. And yeah, I did miss that moment. and when I finally re-unite back with my dad, i feel much more better. Hahaha. Anyway, after buying those things for art, I swear, it used a lot of money by just spending on my stationaries. And dad really didn't care, he just care about if the the stationaries is good or not, just to make me feel comfortable to use it in school. Haha. So after that, we head to A LOT OF SHOP THAT SELLS SHOE. and like wth ! I couldn't find any Vans/DC shoes that have my size which is 36.I finally found a tC shoe for my self, and it's the smallest. Nak tahu size berape ? 40!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHA. k. I know, my shoe can fly any time. And my dad just can't wait to see it happen. =.=&lt;br /&gt;but ok lah, when I wear it, it doesnt really fly out from my feets. haaha. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWjCI2OWHmI/AAAAAAAAEYo/NqNLUc-ctzs/s1600-h/10-01-09_2100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWjCI2OWHmI/AAAAAAAAEYo/NqNLUc-ctzs/s400/10-01-09_2100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289691219597074018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway, went to woodlands check point to have my dinner. I had Mee Goreng Seafood while dad had Nasi Goreng Kampung. After eating, went back home straight. I swear I'm like the strong girl next door that carry a LOT of things at one time. Haha. Dad drop me under the block with a lot of heavy plastic with things inside. And yeah, I manage to carry all the 8 plastic bag home. WOW.HEH. 3 cheers for UMIRAH? HEHH. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently just chatting with Eerah. Lenny is out there with her family. hahha. Nvm. So I'm going to sleep soon. Been yawning out there for like so many times. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I heard that O levels results is this monday? Good luck aye people? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Esp. to my love once..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-4122461675214133928?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4122461675214133928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=4122461675214133928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4122461675214133928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4122461675214133928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-8-days-and-im-still-counting.html' title='It&apos;s been 8 days, and I&apos;m still counting.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWjCI2OWHmI/AAAAAAAAEYo/NqNLUc-ctzs/s72-c/10-01-09_2100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-2893249653041421268</id><published>2009-01-09T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T03:24:57.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 7 days already.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWeRKVnzpCI/AAAAAAAAEYY/xsV6sbfBdS0/s1600-h/aloneagain1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWeRKVnzpCI/AAAAAAAAEYY/xsV6sbfBdS0/s400/aloneagain1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289355894158763042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey ya'll. (:&lt;br /&gt;First of all, before I start on my entry, I wanna thank EVERY single person that have been there for my up(s) and down(s). I feel so much better now. Like really much more better now. ((: And thanks to all those people who even tried to make me smile although it didn't really made me smile. So should I mention your guy's name? Hahaha. If I mention your guy's name, I'm scared I would forget some of you, too much to mention. Haha. But yeah, I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this few days I've been filling myself up with much more better things to do. Like yesterday, went to the library with my mum. I spent my time in the library for like over 5hrs. Wow? Haha. As mum is working, I bring over my laptop, no, I didn't open up any internet network, or even Msn. Haha. So did something meaningful. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eerah says i look like gatal,but in a cute way.&lt;br /&gt;*looks down at the pic below*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWeRKFwfoXI/AAAAAAAAEYI/wxPh5_cAjCg/s1600-h/Picture0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWeRKFwfoXI/AAAAAAAAEYI/wxPh5_cAjCg/s400/Picture0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289355889900233074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today, woke up early and went to school. Yeah, someone said this to me "Wow, going ITE with that style? Cool!" Hahaha! At first, I don't really like he class. I thought all the people there are chinese. So I went to meet Mr Wee, explaining to him, am I too late to transfer myself to Architecture, instead of Interior? Then he was like..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you think it's too late for me to transfer for Architecture instead of Interior?&lt;br /&gt;Mr W: But why????? *shock*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm,.. *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;Mr W: Think about it, you've got the talents for Interior design. Moreover, you're from Architecture. I transferred you to interior because i can see you have the abilities. Some of the people here, they appealed a lot of times to get interior design , but you, just with a test, and passing it, you eventually got that course. You see, some of them who are 'supposed to be in the course' was transferred to architecture cause they couldn't draw. I hope you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Me:*stoned*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. yeah, I was surprised though. But thank god, when I went up back to the room, i got a warm greetings from my new classmates. Before that, one funny thing happen. They thought I was the teacher cause I bring file and book. HAHA. Couldnt stop laught! I can't exactly remember all of their names, but yeah, they are damn friendly to me, i swear! heh. Different attitude, different style and different types. and the guys too. Haha. Thanks to Sufi for always trying to do something good for me. Like eg. ;&lt;br /&gt;ME : Monday you guys wearing school uniform? I'm wearing home clothes lagi seh. Ader org nak teman? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Ery : I also wearing home clothes!&lt;br /&gt;ZA : Hahhaa. Mcm poly students jeee&lt;br /&gt;Sufi : Kau on monday akai baju rumah eh?&lt;br /&gt;ME : Yup..&lt;br /&gt;Sufi : Cam gitu aku pon akai aju umah lah.. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;Ery : Ohhhh! Part dier sumer kau ok eh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah, seriously, Sufi did everything for me, everything is for him, okay. but for other girls, cannot. HAHAH. funny infact. but yeah. sweet of him. hahaha. So anyway, that's how my first day goes. just sweet and cool. They even offered to go to school with me and bla bla bla.. But yeah, I'm gg to school with Remy starting on monday. Going back also with Remy. Thank god! Without him I'm gonna be SO alone! Hahha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirm satu campus kate, I'm out with the hot stuff. hahaha! No lah. I knew Remy like already so long seh. He's my cousin's friend. Macam big brother gitu? Heh. Good thing he's there. If not. I'll be having trouble to adapt with that school. And also, till now, I don't know where is the canteen. LOL. Hahhaa. Thanks to Remy for the concern. I didn't msged him in the morning not wanting to disturb he's sleep. But yeah, he msged me asking how's everything going. Hahaha. Cause I told him, if there's any problems in school I'll contact him. But I think, I'm fine? Hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow maybe going out with my parents to go buy shoes and bag? I guess? I've got so many art stuff to buy. Sigh. I really need to find a good time to brush up on my art skills. It's been soo long since I draw. HAHA. Luckily I passed my art test. *amin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWeRKas8OrI/AAAAAAAAEYg/W3mivsqXFOU/s1600-h/myfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWeRKas8OrI/AAAAAAAAEYg/W3mivsqXFOU/s400/myfriends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289355895522474674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's 1.32am now. I'm actually chatting with Lenny and Eerah. But now we're taking a break cause from just now we've been chatting and i keep on stopping to chat with them. haha. Yeah, I've got something to tell you guys. Do read alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Eerah : I know how hard it is, after loving someone so much and letting go is a very agony thing to do. I know you had did everything just to get him in your life. Loving him so much for so long. Yeah, it's a great pain to swallow those hurtful words that he throw it to you. But you Eerah, you're learning a lesson. Patient, and happy endings. You're patient to wait for him. You filled you life with wonderful people and forget about all those pains while waiting for him. And guess what? The waiting did paid of at first, but it's doesn't a while later. Eerah, I learn a lot from you tau. To see you being patient with he's attitude and all. And when I know you're already o-k with him, I feel soo happy for you. So I decided to myself, being patient is good, cause after all those heart pain and killing feelings, it really paid off. But remember one thing, sometimes in life, when you don't get something you really want, means, you will get something much more better than what you want. I'll pray for you okay ? Let's pray together. And just hope for the best.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lenny : It's hard to leave someone that you really love. But Lenny, you have given your best in your relationship. You wasn't the problem creater. I can see how much you have tried to give in for your relationship to lasted. Don't worry Lenny, she'll realize it one day. I'm sure she love you as much as you love her. And yeah, YOU MUST BE STRONG! there's plenty out there that still wants you. You're soo pretty and so much beautiful. Just like a snap, there'll be thousands or million Q-ing waiting for their life to be as wonderful as it can ever be. Lenny, I'm sure you'll be happy if you're gonna be strong. Stop crying girl, you are big now. Treat this as a lesson. Be strong ! I'm sure you can do it. I'm always here for you. and if she's no where to be found, I'm here, to be there for you. And you know, I love you kan. HEHE. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna tell you guys, that I really really app. our friendship. You guys have been there for me for like most of the time, I really treasure our friendship. Although we're so far, we've been there for each other for like almost every time. When we're sad, we always try to bobal merepek. And yeah, I'm happy ! You girls are the best okeh! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWeRKMrRVVI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/vyAiBQJ7qLs/s1600-h/leftalone1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWeRKMrRVVI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/vyAiBQJ7qLs/s400/leftalone1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289355891757372754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMINDER TO ALL BABES.&lt;br /&gt;Shila , Syaza, Aqilah and Umaira.&lt;br /&gt;Next week, 17th January 2009,&lt;br /&gt;We will be having an outing to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update you guys for the time and things to bring on the thursday. So please call or message my new number if you don't seems to get any messaged or updates from me. To shila, you can bring your mum along if you want. But yeah, only the 5 of us. We're drifting apart. Hell no, babes still exist yeah? Thanks to Syaza for still trying to keep in contact with me. And really, I MISS YOU TOO SYAZA. And i miss all of you babes! Can't wait for this saturday. PLEASE make your self free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remy asked me to watch this. And damn they are sooo adorable! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdQj2ohqCBk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdQj2ohqCBk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I made this video too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-9JS2gdNsY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-9JS2gdNsY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWeRJ9TQkrI/AAAAAAAAEYA/jMKCtxnP6Ic/s1600-h/blogbg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWeRJ9TQkrI/AAAAAAAAEYA/jMKCtxnP6Ic/s400/blogbg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289355887630127794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click on the picture to read what i wrote. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haz: hey feral , cheer up ayeyay . dont be weak , stay strong ! dont lose hope in love , (: takecr sweet&lt;br /&gt;Feral: i wish i know who are you. heh. thanks a lot. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNA: Do have fun at your new school . do make loads of frens and excel okehs (: IMY too . the class is kinda quiet w/o you , saiful , megat and all ard . ): we shud go out someday .&lt;br /&gt;Feral: Thanks Liyana !! Thanks so much for still care! and anyway, I do miss you, miss you sooooooooo much much much ! hoping to meet you guys soon. If you guys ader outing, don't forget about me okay ? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joline: Feral! Remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Feral: Errr.. No? you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELNAA: Hey Feral. Still remember me? Imy aloot. Stay pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;Feral: Ofcause! IMYT babe! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dzul Dezarus: oit..da tk ingat member lagi ehk??hahaha..oya,send me ur new nmbr again!! terdelete!! HAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;Feral: Hahah! Will pass to you my number asap k. heh! Da kasi delete. Nnt org tk kasi lagi kang aru tahu. HEH. =P jk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny(:: Umiraaaah , our animated picture look really seducing eh ? macam macam , sex-c gitu la kan? HAHA. Aniways i miss u so much deary ! =[[[ Meet u soon aytes , jgn sedih2 pape picit je no. lenny =)&lt;br /&gt;Feral: HAHA. VERY SEDUCING BEBEH ! heh . I miss you too ! meet up soon ! then hug and kiss k? HAHAHA. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eerah: * and our pics i will soon upload it at my blog. bsk ke , atao bsk nye bsk ke , atap bsk bsk bsk peh bsk ke . wth eerah xD but if da upload i let u know . ily (:&lt;br /&gt;Eerah: Hey be strong okay , we are here for u . Nk ajak kluar kehaper kn , just 8 digits away xD and da tgk that cd ? hahaha ! twilight much better la for me . hehe . err , meet soon okay!&lt;br /&gt;Feral: YEAH ! MEET UP SOON PLEASE !!!! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-2893249653041421268?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2893249653041421268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=2893249653041421268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/2893249653041421268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/2893249653041421268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-7-days-already.html' title='It&apos;s been 7 days already.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SWeRKVnzpCI/AAAAAAAAEYY/xsV6sbfBdS0/s72-c/aloneagain1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-4654079761629184456</id><published>2009-01-08T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:19:45.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I won't be here, until I'm really doing fine.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks for dropping by. You don't need to come back cause you will read only this, over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's been 4 days now.. and i know the days will continues on and on. and i'll need to hold this feelings for you cause i never wanna betray you or want to be unfaithful. everything you know is just things that happened, unwanted things. i swear i wanna be happy again. and i really wish, there's this one day, that will change things in a good way.. no matter what happen, i'll try to be strong. and i hope, u'll give me back those happiness and change everything for good. please remind me if there is anything wrong between us. cause this feeling that im holding is still so strong for you. i don't wanna fall down without your hands holding mine. i know we're already on a different track. i hope it won't take a long time for us to meet in the same track again.. cause im slowly falling down to the track that i used to be in, to the track where you picked me and decided to bring me to somewhere better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;dont make me wait if you think you wanna let me go cuz u think that im not suitable for you. cause it's gonna hurt me much more, more than how you could ever imagine. yeah. don't take this words heartly. cause u know, i never want all this to happen. i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fortunate to have my girls around me. thanks to them for always trying to cheer me up, especially eerah and lenny. you girls are really updated about me. thanks girls. and thanks to those who eventually really cares, but i didnt take ur words,cause i know, u 'guys' are just gonna ruin my mind. i just need some hopes. thanks to didi, who keep on reminding that my bf always love me and never hated me. although didi doesn't even know who my bf is. -.- thanks guys, that have always tried to make me feel better.. I really app. it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-4654079761629184456?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4654079761629184456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=4654079761629184456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4654079761629184456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4654079761629184456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wont-be-here-until-im-really-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-6352272199797630276</id><published>2009-01-07T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:51:38.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please, call me ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Incompatible, it don't matter though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'cos someone's bound to hear my cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Speak out if you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;you're not easy to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Is it possible Mr. Loveable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;is already in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;right in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;or maybe you're in disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Here we are again, circles never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;how do I find the perfect fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;there's enough for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but I'm still waiting in line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Most relationships seem so transitory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They're all good but not the permanent one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; I was pissed off with this girl who asked me for my bf's msn. and even asked me how to do somethings that i have. -.- da ader bf, tapi nk make friends with my bf. then blang org suro ader originality, but she doesn't have her ownself. &amp;amp; yeah, i didn't entertained her. hahaha. &amp;amp; i even feel like blocking her away from my msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uh, even if she reads this, it's the fact that im saying. tell me, do u like people asking u those question? haha. fcuk you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, infact i realize my self ive been using a lot of vulgarities this days. im not sure, yeah, not me kan .. tapi enta eh, i'll literally curse people who make me pissed off. sigh. now i have to control my anger and get my patience back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, just now Mr Wee, called. he told me that I passed my drawing test(!!!!!) so will be heading to the school to get my uniforms and yadayada on friday, 9am in the morning. (o.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chatted with Didi just now. yeah, my best friend till now although we're not as close as before. he's advice really woke me up. and yeah, he made me smile like .. hahaha . seriously. we used to be close and even was about to be in a relationship. but back then, i accepted someone else instead. and guess what, he told me, "dari you, dulu reject i 20 kali. " HAHAHA. k, i think tu bedek. haha. what made him say that was he that i told him, nowadays it's hard to be patient with guys yadayada.. but really, im really happy to be friends with him, maybe we're fated to be friends. and i used to hate he's gf for snatching him away from me. HAHA. childish kan. but after 1 yr, i realize how happy he is to be with his gf. and really, i am very very happy to see their relationship. even her gf is really nice to me. sigh. i miss them. and can't wait to go out with them(!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just now after come back from interview, went to eat at ljs at tamp. mall. then head straight home. just to recap abt just now interview. the person who interview me said that i look like im a happy go lucky person, but when he sees me sitting down looking at far away places, he can see that im having some problems. but when i face him, i tried to hide it by smilling. HAHAHA. dier mcm boleh bacer my mind seh. =.= otw home, saw fatin, ikram's sister at bus 168. haha. we talked, she said she was posted to ite simei, nursing course. that's good for her! really. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at home, bingit sendiri, den went to sleep. eat. and write some things... and now .. i think im feeling much more better. if i never think abt it, i'll not be frustrated. but if i do.. hermm.. the last thing that i will think of when i sleep, and the first thing that i will think of when i open my eyes. yeahhh. you get me don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sighhhhh. k daaaaaaaaaah. bye. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-6352272199797630276?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6352272199797630276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=6352272199797630276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6352272199797630276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6352272199797630276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-call-me.html' title='please, call me ..'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-1366812381228821552</id><published>2009-01-07T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:02:04.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Are you gonna cry if I die tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now at the edge of breaking down, &amp;amp; I only need someone, the only one, whom I really need right now. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad/angry/miserable/terrible/disappointed/agony/frustrated/envious/stressed/sore/discontent and every single word that I've not mention +++++ that can describe how much I really feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Sorry for not updating. Been doing bad lately. thanks to GFs who's always there for me. Sigh. Sorry for not expressing out why and what's the matter with me. It's just that I couldn't let it out. I couldn't cause I'm suck at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like crawling out of the bed. But my tummy have been grumbling like from just now. Sigh. Nvm, I can take it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone from WOODLANDS RING SECONDARY SCHOOL, MY EX-CLASSMATE, can you guys help me to ask Mrs Tan / Mr Lim, when can I get my report book and testimonial? Thanks a lot ! I don't wanna thank for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yeah, I'll remember, what you just did. ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm really having a big mood swing right now. Just words can be expressed, cause I dare not scold anyone for nothing. URGH! fcuk lahhhhhhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a 2nd thought my msn was like this ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™                        umiяαн ❤ тнαqiғ - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fucking sad.fucking disappointed.fucking angry.fucking frustrated.fucking fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck youuuu ! *big sigh!* urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; a moment later ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejab Juppurula Ross says:&lt;br /&gt;woi ganas&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™                        umiяαн ❤ тнαqiғ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;Rejab Juppurula Ross says:&lt;br /&gt;so emosi..haha i bet u when u 23 like me u chill je&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™                        umiяαн ❤ тнαqiғ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah .. tk uh .. just stressed up until like dont know what to do ..&lt;br /&gt;Rejab Juppurula Ross says:&lt;br /&gt;=P/// buat bertenang...&lt;br /&gt;( oh yarh, just for your info. he's my ex-teacher. he used to teach in wrss. &amp;amp; we bumped onto each other 2 days ago. i didn't see him until he tap my shoulder. lol. Mr Rejab! *shakes head*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to those who cares but I didn't reply your msn. Sigghhhhhhhhhhhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;What's gone into me? I'm not sure at all ! I feel like shouting like a crazy girl right now. I feel so stressed up! Haish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps; Thanks a lot for your help Remy. I really appreciate it. Really, I owe you big time. And I swear, you and Hayry really are super twins. I really can't see any difference in you guys, except for the hair and the name. -.-' But anyway, yeah. Die-die, pray for me to pass my test. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-1366812381228821552?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1366812381228821552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=1366812381228821552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/1366812381228821552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/1366812381228821552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-gonna-cry-if-i-die-tomorrow-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-3589744561111237263</id><published>2009-01-02T21:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:00:59.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still waiting, and it's 12 in the morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4l0ddCNMI/AAAAAAAAETI/W9nEy0CPXq0/s1600-h/Mylife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4l0ddCNMI/AAAAAAAAETI/W9nEy0CPXq0/s400/Mylife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286704595769373890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wished for something meaningful on new year. But yeah, it's all just a wish upon the bright stars. Ain't gonna come true. Sigh. Today I'm gonna be blogging more about life? Yeah. Life. Why? Cause I feel that I'm not doing that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, work was alright. It was really hard for me to wake up in the morning. The bed just don't wanna let go of me. So woke up around 5am. Went out of crib at 6am. Reached work place around 6.50am. Lambat eh? hahaa. Anyway, yeah. Warm season greetings from all of them. Glad to know they miss me after 3 days being away from work. So yeah, took MC on last tuesday. Had a real bad fever. But I'm fine I guess.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, work finish at around 2pm. Joseph and me have been really close. Haha. J Lee keep on disturbing me. While Tina, dozen times nicer towards me. Ian smiled more to me. The chef(s) there are always friendly to me. So yarh, gonna leave that place soon. Gonna miss them. Gonna miss seeing those hot ang-mo guests. Haha. Talking about Ang-mo guest, this afternoon, really made me laugh my ass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me - Any drinks for ya'll ? Coffee or Tea maybe? Cause it's inclusive with the buffet. (:&lt;br /&gt;The woman - What tea is it ?&lt;br /&gt;Me - It's english breakfast tea. And we also serve fresh make coffee.&lt;br /&gt;The man - Coffee sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;The woman - The tea sounds better.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Haha. So tea for you ? Coffee for ya ?&lt;br /&gt;The man - No, tea for me too. Cause she says it sounds better. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Me - Hahaha, How about you and you? (Refering to their daughter and son.)&lt;br /&gt;The daugter - I'll have some tea please.&lt;br /&gt;The son - yeah ! me too !&lt;br /&gt;Me - Alright, do you need the milk too?&lt;br /&gt;The man - Yes please!&lt;br /&gt;Me - Alright.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later, the family is gone, except for the son.&lt;br /&gt;Me - 4 Teas?&lt;br /&gt;The son - yes, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Me - Yeah sure. Where are you guys from?&lt;br /&gt;The son - We're from Italy.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Oh, really. Wow..&lt;br /&gt;The son - you?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Im'ma local Singaporean. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;The son - I see.&lt;br /&gt;Me - So I'll take this away ? (Refering to the empty plates)&lt;br /&gt;The son - *looking at me.*&lt;br /&gt;Me - Errrm, or just leave it?&lt;br /&gt;The son - *still looking at me.*&lt;br /&gt;Me - ERMM, Ok, I'll just leave it then?&lt;br /&gt;The son - *looking at me..*&lt;br /&gt;Me - Err, *pointing at the plate*&lt;br /&gt;The son - Oh! Oh yes please, Thank you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wahpiang~ Hahahaha. I was embarrased ! He look for so long like never see a girl in he's life before. Hahahaha. Gosh. Anyway yeah, had a great day listening to the rest who keep on laughing at me. Bleah.. So went home straight after that. Had a really long sleep. Yeah, I feel like not getting out of bed. Haha. Mum woke me up around 6. Slept back and woke up around 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling very miserable lately. Thanks a lot to Lenny and Eerah who have been there for me. They really had made my day when I was feeling very down. Really. If you people have been noticing me going out with my friends everyday, it means that I'm not doing good. I'm looking forward to be happy. And my friends are there whenever I need them. Sigh. The problems that keeps on shooting at me. Really made me feel so terrible. I could list it all, but yeah, I realize this is publicity, I don't wanna make things worst. So by keeping it away from people and let out this feelings that is hanging to a bunch of strangers, at least make me feel better. Sigh. Only Eerah and Lenny knows how I really feel about this life that I'm facing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, thanks Eerah for letting me watch Angus, Thongs and perfect snogging. So what's left now is the movie Twilight that everyone have been saying about. Yeah ! I really wanna watch it, but my friends told me to watch it with Bf cause it's romantic. But I guess till now we didn't have the time to watch it? And I saved that movie just to go with Bf. Hmm. Tell me about it. I've watch all the movies that I really wanna watch, except for Twilight. ;(&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, maybe I'm not fated to watch it? Hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 2009 wasn't what I'm really looking forward. One thing, I can tell the world that I'm seventeen. But not literally until my birthday came. =P&lt;br /&gt;But yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Rock onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn peopleeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kak Long's Crib previously.&lt;br /&gt;(Chey, I got plenty of money with me. But Nor syazirah have more. =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4l0NQm4WI/AAAAAAAAETA/q0dCRgFHnJc/s1600-h/Outing_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4l0NQm4WI/AAAAAAAAETA/q0dCRgFHnJc/s400/Outing_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286704591422284130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I got a lot of lands!! HAH.&lt;br /&gt;including mrt stations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4lCmPMVNI/AAAAAAAAES4/WPVarlZX0rg/s1600-h/Outing_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4lCmPMVNI/AAAAAAAAES4/WPVarlZX0rg/s400/Outing_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286703739133777106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muahahaha.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4lCPuHXUI/AAAAAAAAESw/MYDXmJwC50g/s1600-h/Outing_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4lCPuHXUI/AAAAAAAAESw/MYDXmJwC50g/s400/Outing_010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286703733089459522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tsk! dier plak ketawe kan aku. -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4lB1dJVyI/AAAAAAAAESo/f77XCU194Ow/s1600-h/Outing_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4lB1dJVyI/AAAAAAAAESo/f77XCU194Ow/s400/Outing_013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286703726038964002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say 'Fuuyoo~' =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4lBfvwLOI/AAAAAAAAESg/8z7xR8je5lA/s1600-h/Outing_020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4lBfvwLOI/AAAAAAAAESg/8z7xR8je5lA/s400/Outing_020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286703720211426530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eerah's Crib previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e355/julietirah/eerahcribani.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV40nmtRsqI/AAAAAAAAEXg/OJngGHsZ8gg/s1600-h/Picture0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV40nmtRsqI/AAAAAAAAEXg/OJngGHsZ8gg/s400/Picture0300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286720867589534370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step mentel. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV40nWXaqDI/AAAAAAAAEXY/8b-w1UkIhIQ/s1600-h/Picture0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV40nWXaqDI/AAAAAAAAEXY/8b-w1UkIhIQ/s400/Picture0302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286720863202879538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV40nHwkdaI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/QuJNECggokU/s1600-h/Picture0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV40nHwkdaI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/QuJNECggokU/s400/Picture0303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286720859281847714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step garang ( tapi mater eerah.. haha. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV40mu6SDcI/AAAAAAAAEXI/g8tQa7ytQHY/s1600-h/Picture0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV40mu6SDcI/AAAAAAAAEXI/g8tQa7ytQHY/s400/Picture0304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286720852611698114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was happy. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV40mu-cWvI/AAAAAAAAEXA/diUHLq7meTo/s1600-h/Picture0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV40mu-cWvI/AAAAAAAAEXA/diUHLq7meTo/s400/Picture0305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286720852629150450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lenny, rileks eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zpD_bBaI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/DOa_ts3MZhQ/s1600-h/Picture0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zpD_bBaI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/DOa_ts3MZhQ/s400/Picture0309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719793118512546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bad hair day. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zo8tJIbI/AAAAAAAAEWI/JwFJtN3jZmA/s1600-h/Picture0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zo8tJIbI/AAAAAAAAEWI/JwFJtN3jZmA/s400/Picture0313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719791162794418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i dont know why. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zo5j1UNI/AAAAAAAAEWA/M5m4DzVKdsA/s1600-h/Picture0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zo5j1UNI/AAAAAAAAEWA/M5m4DzVKdsA/s400/Picture0315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719790318440658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one also i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zosk0gpI/AAAAAAAAEV4/gjBS-A1Eh7k/s1600-h/Picture0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zosk0gpI/AAAAAAAAEV4/gjBS-A1Eh7k/s400/Picture0316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719786832921234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA. part merepek. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zoftvUGI/AAAAAAAAEVw/8i6rGs14Izw/s1600-h/Picture0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zoftvUGI/AAAAAAAAEVw/8i6rGs14Izw/s400/Picture0317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719783380668514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at eerah's adorable eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zTT67uQI/AAAAAAAAEVo/PuygyivxwK0/s1600-h/Picture0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zTT67uQI/AAAAAAAAEVo/PuygyivxwK0/s400/Picture0318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719419437529346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zTFMCUFI/AAAAAAAAEVg/jNqUALD3SsM/s1600-h/Picture0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zTFMCUFI/AAAAAAAAEVg/jNqUALD3SsM/s400/Picture0319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719415482732626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zTGvdxrI/AAAAAAAAEVY/rpbMv-d6c40/s1600-h/Picture0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zTGvdxrI/AAAAAAAAEVY/rpbMv-d6c40/s400/Picture0324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719415899768498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cute kan lenny ku? HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zSwQ9qMI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/17GRM1ElLDg/s1600-h/Picture0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zSwQ9qMI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/17GRM1ElLDg/s400/Picture0328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719409866254530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; ilovelennysomuch. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zSNajjYI/AAAAAAAAEVI/a04IZoNkFyM/s1600-h/Picture0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4zSNajjYI/AAAAAAAAEVI/a04IZoNkFyM/s400/Picture0329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719400511245698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;abeh yang nie tk tahu asal mater steam. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4y-OmlnBI/AAAAAAAAEVA/Jpvo6hdGxp8/s1600-h/Picture0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4y-OmlnBI/AAAAAAAAEVA/Jpvo6hdGxp8/s400/Picture0330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719057232763922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kiss kiss mwah. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4y96pArAI/AAAAAAAAEU4/JmQOGibqCFA/s1600-h/Picture0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4y96pArAI/AAAAAAAAEU4/JmQOGibqCFA/s400/Picture0332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719051874216962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we was happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4y9kgbKAI/AAAAAAAAEUw/v7Fm8yEweCQ/s1600-h/Picture0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4y9kgbKAI/AAAAAAAAEUw/v7Fm8yEweCQ/s400/Picture0333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719045932623874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; we love our friendship now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4y9WPTsYI/AAAAAAAAEUo/EfqMQk7G-aE/s1600-h/Picture0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4y9WPTsYI/AAAAAAAAEUo/EfqMQk7G-aE/s400/Picture0335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719042102735234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pout,smile,smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4y9PnhR7I/AAAAAAAAEUg/MW5HyVx9n5I/s1600-h/Picture0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4y9PnhR7I/AAAAAAAAEUg/MW5HyVx9n5I/s400/Picture0336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286719040325240754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;extra ordinary, mahu lick. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4ytGUQr1I/AAAAAAAAEUY/TxN16YuNA4M/s1600-h/Picture0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4ytGUQr1I/AAAAAAAAEUY/TxN16YuNA4M/s400/Picture0338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286718762950635346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; i love them a lot lot lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4yswjz8FI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/Gw4dXy0j6gQ/s1600-h/Picture0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4yswjz8FI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/Gw4dXy0j6gQ/s400/Picture0340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286718757110280274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me ; erm, pose cam gini lah.&lt;br /&gt;lenny ; huh ?&lt;br /&gt;eerah ; ok, i pose like this k.&lt;br /&gt;123,snap. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4ysioowqI/AAAAAAAAEUI/ypcrTvW6KXc/s1600-h/Picture0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4ysioowqI/AAAAAAAAEUI/ypcrTvW6KXc/s400/Picture0342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286718753372422818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;awww. ilyt! heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4yr0qxkvI/AAAAAAAAET4/LknTqKXvBgo/s1600-h/Picture0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4yr0qxkvI/AAAAAAAAET4/LknTqKXvBgo/s400/Picture0344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286718741033358066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pout , smile, ermm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4yMfq43RI/AAAAAAAAETw/Y4EUXyF_4Fw/s1600-h/Picture0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4yMfq43RI/AAAAAAAAETw/Y4EUXyF_4Fw/s400/Picture0348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286718202820746514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tk tahu asal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4yMMXVblI/AAAAAAAAETo/RlhMRBMYnAQ/s1600-h/Picture0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4yMMXVblI/AAAAAAAAETo/RlhMRBMYnAQ/s400/Picture0360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286718197638458962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tk tahu asal feral asik pout. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4yL1ncsgI/AAAAAAAAETg/_rceWWNlDMs/s1600-h/Picture0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4yL1ncsgI/AAAAAAAAETg/_rceWWNlDMs/s400/Picture0362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286718191532028418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ini muke mintak kene sepak. =P&lt;br /&gt;i mean, feral. not lenny and eerah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4yLwX4VvI/AAAAAAAAETY/Rpb8-mWN7Bk/s1600-h/Picture0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4yLwX4VvI/AAAAAAAAETY/Rpb8-mWN7Bk/s400/Picture0363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286718190124553970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and say hello to annie!&lt;br /&gt;welcome to eerah's crib. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4yLrv2xoI/AAAAAAAAETQ/-BYOfRvC7EU/s1600-h/Picture0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4yLrv2xoI/AAAAAAAAETQ/-BYOfRvC7EU/s400/Picture0366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286718188882937474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kctggho5k00&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kctggho5k00&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NB ridaz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ohh I want to let you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That I'll always love you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Angie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I think about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Everything that we've been through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And I pray that you would just open your eyes (NB Ridaz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I love you (I love you baby, I love you to girl) I need you (I need you too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So please don't throw our love away (forgive me girl, Don't throw our love away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nb ridaz)&lt;br /&gt;Since the day you and I snuck away to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I knew from that night something special went on&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the first kiss&lt;br /&gt;You told me that nobody else in the world made you feel this&lt;br /&gt;I felt the same way too but nothing stays the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I'm sorry for the pain&lt;br /&gt;You were the one that always made things right&lt;br /&gt;I promise you this though you got a friend for life&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day we can try it again&lt;br /&gt;And maybe things can be a little different&lt;br /&gt;So lets just kiss and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I really cant stand the pain of seeing you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(angie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've given everything (given everything) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved you endlessly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But when it comes to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You don't even notice me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've given everything (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved you endlessly (oooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But when it comes to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NB ridaz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;All that's mine is yours that's what I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Treat you with love and respect in everyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;You wanted I gave you need me I was there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Now you treat me like if I'm not here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I love you and I need you don't want to let go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;If you want somebody else please let me know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Can't take it no more I feel I'm dying inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Is this the price I pay for handing you my life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I know I'm not perfect but I truly care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So when you wake up one morning and I'm not there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Jus remember I loved you it will never be the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Gave you everything and you threw it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(angie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've given everything (given everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved you endlessly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But when it comes to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You don't even notice me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've given everything (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved you endlessly (oooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But when it comes to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NB ridaz)&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my good and my bad&lt;br /&gt;My heart and my soul,&lt;br /&gt;My trust my money my time,&lt;br /&gt;What more could you ask from a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Even when times were hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I held out my arms and held you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Even accepted you through whatever weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But now I'm feelin we're at the end of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever we had now I got to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Nights like this I wish raindrops would fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;To cover my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Wishing I could replace all those wasted years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Of loving someone who couldn't love me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And now again I got to start from scratch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But I know I've given you my everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(angie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've given everything (given everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved you endlessly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But when it comes to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You don't even notice me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've given everything (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved you endlessly (oooh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But when it comes to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You don't even notice me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/36041451-3589744561111237263?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3589744561111237263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=3589744561111237263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/3589744561111237263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/3589744561111237263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-still-waiting-and-its-12-in-morning.html' title='I&apos;m still waiting, and it&apos;s 12 in the morning.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV4l0ddCNMI/AAAAAAAAETI/W9nEy0CPXq0/s72-c/Mylife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-3772906664442727951</id><published>2008-12-30T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:00:29.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not good at pretending I could smile all day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVpD0KcxgVI/AAAAAAAAERo/eQXgrtbgqY4/s1600-h/SPM_A0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVpD0KcxgVI/AAAAAAAAERo/eQXgrtbgqY4/s400/SPM_A0137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285611676109996370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been doing very bad lately. Took MC for today with some reasons. Have a two day off. Lost my IC &amp;amp; Ez-link. Accidentally cut my finger. (haha.not literally, but have a long slash.) Went out to have some peace. Yeah. Ended up meeting Amalina forawhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kak Long for those advice. Although I didn't really let it out, glad to know that you actually really understands me. Sigh. I'm really fortunate to have people around me that somehow care about my beings although I didn't ask for them. Somehow I must not really hope for the only one. Maybe I should hope more from the close people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to my dear babes, and friends, excluding boys, I changed my number. Do ask me for my new number alright? And if you really need to contact me, ask Shila/Syaza/Lenny or anyone that is close to me. They might have my number. (: Won't be using the old number that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TO ALL BABES ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do contact me asap. We will be having an outing next week. It's my plan. I hope you guys just agree to it. Sorry, it's only meant for babes. I wanna spend time with my babes, just like the old times. Not with any extra people. (erm, please don't think that I hate you guys k. just wanna spend time with them.) hee. I'm sure you guys understand kan ? Heee. Please call me at my new number, latest before friday. I will confirm with ya guys on sunday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; one last thing. I swear I miss this guy.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I really really miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I hope everything's gonna be fine.&lt;br /&gt;*pray hard*&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, the pic below is while&lt;br /&gt;webcaming and otp.&lt;br /&gt;I'm using ear piece. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ilyb.Although there's some unwanted things happen,&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny I feel a little bad.&lt;br /&gt;For not really be a good Gf.&lt;br /&gt;For not being there.&lt;br /&gt;But really, I wish I could be there for you&lt;br /&gt;when you're at your worst.&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;I not good at cheering people up.&lt;br /&gt;The least I can do is just to listen.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're okay.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVpDzyr9S3I/AAAAAAAAERg/t7OVJydPWW0/s1600-h/pat4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVpDzyr9S3I/AAAAAAAAERg/t7OVJydPWW0/s400/pat4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285611669731232626" 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/36041451-3772906664442727951?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3772906664442727951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=3772906664442727951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/3772906664442727951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/3772906664442727951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/12/sigh.html' title='I&apos;m not good at pretending I could smile all day.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVpD0KcxgVI/AAAAAAAAERo/eQXgrtbgqY4/s72-c/SPM_A0137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-4358803443213431603</id><published>2008-12-29T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:26:01.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her mistakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVj20ckN07I/AAAAAAAAERY/W8zY8rQmeL4/s1600-h/feral123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVj20ckN07I/AAAAAAAAERY/W8zY8rQmeL4/s400/feral123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285245543601001394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've been missing you this days.&lt;br /&gt;Missing you so much, boy friend.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to meet ya soon.&lt;br /&gt;Really need you, by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you more and more.&lt;br /&gt;Although some unwanted things happened,&lt;br /&gt;this feeling will not fade for you.&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today work was not really fine. So many accident happen. Especially when a very hot fresh coffee that was just made my the coffee machine, and it pour on my hand. Haha. I swear I was really shocked. Didn't realize that I was actually pouring a hot coffee on my own hand instead of the coffee jug. Sigh. What was I thinking? Hermn. =/ Auntie Amy and Dwi was shocked too. They asked me to put ice on my hand. I was thinking about it too. Couldn't take the feeling of pain. Haha.. Sigh. I think I'm still in my own world just now.&lt;br /&gt;After work, went to meet cousin Eeera at Cwp. Bought myself a new pink nail polish. I love it. After that, head to buy Radiah's school books. And off the Jurong point to have our dinner at kfc. After that, head home. Met mum at Macdonald and went home with mum. Miss talking with mum. And finally when I gotta let out my feelings, yeah, was pretty happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow gonna meet abang Hafiz, (Eeera's big brother, or aka the manager of VC clans) to treat him for lunch? Since he's birthday is on this sunday. Haha. He's taking MC. Haha.So meeting him at orchard maybe, gonna treat him at SP, esplanade? Herm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I'm done. I miss BF. Still waiting for he's calls. But I'm alrd damn tired. =/ Goodnight everyone. Sweetest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/htUTxByKJXo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/htUTxByKJXo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-4358803443213431603?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4358803443213431603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=4358803443213431603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4358803443213431603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4358803443213431603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-missing-you-this-days.html' title='Her mistakes.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVj20ckN07I/AAAAAAAAERY/W8zY8rQmeL4/s72-c/feral123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-9048720144875956435</id><published>2008-12-27T19:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:50:26.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick of pretending that I doing just great when actually I'm not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYrGvcVmaI/AAAAAAAAEQY/Ja7ShzyHDlU/s1600-h/fg13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYrGvcVmaI/AAAAAAAAEQY/Ja7ShzyHDlU/s400/fg13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284458607580387746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heyyyooo fellas.&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for my very very long post . Haha. you may get bored actually. Cause I'm complaining all the way. haha. Don't worry too, pictures will make it along the way. (: Anyway, check this out. I didn't check my email for my other msn account. ; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYr9z6LsFI/AAAAAAAAERA/z0IWXFl2uVo/s1600-h/wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYr9z6LsFI/AAAAAAAAERA/z0IWXFl2uVo/s400/wtf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284459553672114258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYtsddbDfI/AAAAAAAAERQ/vs4l4URes5Y/s1600-h/wtf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 392px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYtsddbDfI/AAAAAAAAERQ/vs4l4URes5Y/s400/wtf1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284461454611385842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents have been bugging me into ITE courses. I'm not sure why they changed their mind. And I feel super disappointed with it. I was really aiming for Private O's. And really, I'm already putting a mind set for what I want to see in the O's cert. Only god knows how much I'm angry/sad/frustrated over all this. Thanks to Shila for hearing out my cries the other night. Sorry for disturbing you and I'm so ashamed that I cried like someone actually died? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYrIJQQ32I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/S1IwNnjfbeI/s1600-h/fg9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYrIJQQ32I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/S1IwNnjfbeI/s400/fg9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284458631688937314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, sigh. Parents forced me to take ITE no matter what. If I could actually let out how I really feel inside, I would, but this is public. I don't dare to make my parents look bad. On a second thought, maybe they think I'm better off in ITE... When actually I fCuking not fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, this mix feelings I'm handling is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;It's just like ... The feeling of.. Ok, let me describe it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYrHrhSlRI/AAAAAAAAEQw/pGLulspB2q4/s1600-h/fg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYrHrhSlRI/AAAAAAAAEQw/pGLulspB2q4/s400/fg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284458623707288850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine, you didn't make it for your N's to proceed to O's. And you intend to take O'lvls at private school. You are already really confident about it. And I mean, REALLY confident about it. And suddenly .. Someone cut your way. And it's your own parents. They don't allow you to take O'lvls. And when you say about Shatec, they don't allow it too. Then when you say, diplomatic bussiness admin, they DONT ALLOW IT TOO. And they will say, " if you can take O's, your brother &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dulu pon boleh amek &lt;/span&gt;private O'. " Like Fcuking shit. 123@#!E@#$$%V#Y$&amp;amp;G&amp;amp;U%#$@! right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYrHAjc-DI/AAAAAAAAEQg/zDHhpO0xDWY/s1600-h/fg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYrHAjc-DI/AAAAAAAAEQg/zDHhpO0xDWY/s400/fg4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284458612173633586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I am those wild child out there who is very rude to their parents, I would wanna say to them, first of all, why don't a parent want to give what their child want to learn, instead, follow what the parents want them to learn. Secondly, if money were the problem, why still insist on going ITE instead of taking a free diplomatic course? Instead, you gave me fcuking ITE? Thirdly, everyone knows, even my parents, cousins, friends and even my teachers damn know that I don't want ITE so much. ALL of them knew that I'm really looking forward for O'lvls. Ergh. How I wish I've got that strong guts to tell them and let out my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Now when I chose the courses that I want, my mum purposely asked me to go in for courses that I DONT WANT. See? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puas hati dorg je yang sekolah kan? &lt;/span&gt;Sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm not trying to be mean. But really, I'm sure this is not the best that I can take. I still have that 'wanting' of studying. Not taking any courses. Furthermore, it's a long route. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to be mindful. I'm not looking down at ITE. But people should have their own choice to lead their life isn't it? Sigh. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYrHnpOPKI/AAAAAAAAEQo/_tZvxGwV2Ec/s1600-h/fg45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYrHnpOPKI/AAAAAAAAEQo/_tZvxGwV2Ec/s400/fg45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284458622666816674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway, I took Aerospace as my first choice. Followed by Digital Animation, Digital Audio, Multimedia technology, Space design, Interactive media and last choice was Service skills(office). Mum was mad cause I didn't took the course that she want me to go in. Why? Because having the courses that I choose is much more good than having the course that she want me to go in. Eg. Tourism, beauty theraphy, hair stylist~....&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I'm sooooo frustrated right now like I feel like going to scold everyone today. hahaha ! no lah.. joking.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYqENyWj1I/AAAAAAAAEPw/5AD96ww1kyQ/s1600-h/DSC01821+copy+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYqENyWj1I/AAAAAAAAEPw/5AD96ww1kyQ/s400/DSC01821+copy+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284457464674553682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYr-OqqYkI/AAAAAAAAERI/6q4_Op_GwFc/s1600-h/fg11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYr-OqqYkI/AAAAAAAAERI/6q4_Op_GwFc/s400/fg11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284459560854774338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today, work was fine. I didn't have the good mood today. Wasn't smiling. And all the other waitress and even Venessa asked me to smile. -,- Putting on fake smile isn't easy.But well yeah, thanks to the customer for making my day. (: Went home early today. Don't know what's up with me. But yeah, didn't went so well. Had a bad cough and my voice sounds eerie, just now. HAHA. but I think I'm fine already. After having a very long nap. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had a great day with Amalina. (: It's her birthday. Went out for a birthday treat of Bedtime Stories. Ate a hell lot at LJS. Bought a birthday cake(chocolate coated with strawberry and some fruits) for Amalina. (: We had hell lots of fun. Video are still with Amalina. But will post it up soon aye? I'm glad that she had a great day. And oh, the bottom picture, her mum bought her an ipod. Same like Bf's. Haha. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYnZaqS0qI/AAAAAAAAEOg/DSe9894j8rY/s1600-h/SPM_A0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYnZaqS0qI/AAAAAAAAEOg/DSe9894j8rY/s400/SPM_A0274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284454530372784802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYnZeyxCEI/AAAAAAAAEOo/eNf9LA9mfjY/s1600-h/SPM_A0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYnZeyxCEI/AAAAAAAAEOo/eNf9LA9mfjY/s400/SPM_A0275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284454531482060866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYnZ4VOzoI/AAAAAAAAEPA/7ZCHtLf5mDw/s1600-h/SPM_A0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYnZ4VOzoI/AAAAAAAAEPA/7ZCHtLf5mDw/s400/SPM_A0284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284454538337504898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYnZqH9rvI/AAAAAAAAEOw/qBAagJBjJVo/s1600-h/SPM_A0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYnZqH9rvI/AAAAAAAAEOw/qBAagJBjJVo/s400/SPM_A0280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284454534523760370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYnZsE13wI/AAAAAAAAEO4/0Uug70Ijah0/s1600-h/SPM_A0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYnZsE13wI/AAAAAAAAEO4/0Uug70Ijah0/s400/SPM_A0281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284454535047536386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't have any idea why the hell I slept very late yesterday. Really, I couldn't sleep at all. Is it because of I'm thinking of someone. Or is it because this eyes just couldn't shut.? Haha. Lenny called me at around 2am.. Talked to her for awhile and went off to sleep. Miss Lenny and Andie So so much. Not to forget Eerah. Looking forward for our next outing please. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright. The more I write, the frustrated I get thinking about my next step with no choice. Sigh.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYqE_yDSFI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/7ERadZ7iAso/s1600-h/Picture0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYqE_yDSFI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/7ERadZ7iAso/s400/Picture0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284457478095063122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss those fun time we had together. =[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna miss all of you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYqEUAPCyI/AAAAAAAAEP4/fs76_HeFVzE/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYqEUAPCyI/AAAAAAAAEP4/fs76_HeFVzE/s400/DSC00136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284457466343394082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss boyfriend, so much! =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet soon aye b?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYqENyWj1I/AAAAAAAAEPw/5AD96ww1kyQ/s1600-h/DSC01821+copy+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYqE3py_6I/AAAAAAAAEQI/YLbQ8MZ7mUc/s1600-h/SNC00174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYqE3py_6I/AAAAAAAAEQI/YLbQ8MZ7mUc/s400/SNC00174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284457475912957858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's new hair. The other side was pink.&lt;br /&gt;But this side was red. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYqEgUaH7I/AAAAAAAAEQA/ShMrz2FSH-g/s1600-h/DSC03369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYqEgUaH7I/AAAAAAAAEQA/ShMrz2FSH-g/s400/DSC03369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284457469649231794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYqENyWj1I/AAAAAAAAEPw/5AD96ww1kyQ/s1600-h/DSC01821+copy+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;Caloh~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-9048720144875956435?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9048720144875956435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=9048720144875956435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/9048720144875956435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/9048720144875956435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-sick-of-pretending-that-i-doing-just.html' title='I&apos;m sick of pretending that I doing just great when actually I&apos;m not.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVYrGvcVmaI/AAAAAAAAEQY/Ja7ShzyHDlU/s72-c/fg13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-2332980553076647681</id><published>2008-12-23T21:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:17:57.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye fellow classmates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDu7U_knzI/AAAAAAAAENY/VYagrW3F8x0/s1600-h/Shila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDu7U_knzI/AAAAAAAAENY/VYagrW3F8x0/s400/Shila.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282985065920634674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click on the picture to read the words she wrote&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;about me and her. Really. You're gonna touched.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like how I felt right now. Hee, Ily &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shila&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I came across Shila's blog. Scroll down a little. Surprised that she would update about me and babes. Really. I'm so touched.. The sweetest thing , that I would treasure, the most memorable, and touching seen. Thanks Shila, for updating that for me. Shila, I've got no sweet words to describe how fortunate I am to have a friend like you. I still remember last year, on the february, after OBS camp. Only you know how I really felt that moment. You were there, you and your family. I'm really grateful to have you by my side. Shila, I promise that we would still be bestfriend although we are gonna be separating okay ? And I'll make sure, there must always be an outing between us babes, each and every month, on our free days. Haish, gonna miss you Shila. Gonna miss everything that always happen in class. Gonna miss disturbing you. Gonna miss poking you. Gonna miss everything that is the best ! Man .. This is the perfect gift from god. To have friend like you, and the babes. That have always been there for me during my hard and cold times. Thanks a lot ! I swear I love you babes ! I know I might love Thaqif more, but , you babes are already like my sisters! Man .. I wanna plan a sentosa outing with ya guys, soon, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I took the pictures below from Shila's blog. So yeah, enjoy the photos. Cause I'm gonna miss each and every single of them, all of my classmates. Esp, the once that are very close to me , like shila, aqilah, hidayati and liyana. Oh, btw, I'm proud of you Liyana. (: Great to know you excel in your N's. Really, top in class. Sooo proud of you. Gonna miss sitting beside you in class, and gonna miss irritating you, gonna miss poking you and gonna miss making you mad, and we ended up laughing at each other and say sorry . hahaha. Really. Gonna miss ya a lot. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;National Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxxH0aHqI/AAAAAAAAEOY/c_V2sAHV93c/s1600-h/P1090873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxxH0aHqI/AAAAAAAAEOY/c_V2sAHV93c/s400/P1090873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282988189120339618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MFT Nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxw7GFSlI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/b3mhs2Ie6a8/s1600-h/lastscanhhy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxw7GFSlI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/b3mhs2Ie6a8/s400/lastscanhhy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282988185704811090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Racial Harmony Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxwm5PJeI/AAAAAAAAEOI/krMyIlbKfwk/s1600-h/FourUnited2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxwm5PJeI/AAAAAAAAEOI/krMyIlbKfwk/s400/FourUnited2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282988180282222050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Class painting. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxiZGilHI/AAAAAAAAEOA/UG8WuDY_9B4/s1600-h/DSC08519s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxiZGilHI/AAAAAAAAEOA/UG8WuDY_9B4/s400/DSC08519s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282987936061756530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxiHdT4xI/AAAAAAAAEN4/Vzv7-27-0WE/s1600-h/CRIM0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxiHdT4xI/AAAAAAAAEN4/Vzv7-27-0WE/s400/CRIM0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282987931325424402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Daniel's Lim Condo BBQ pit @ Amk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxh_qTcfI/AAAAAAAAENw/iIdghBKr_ps/s1600-h/cm1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxh_qTcfI/AAAAAAAAENw/iIdghBKr_ps/s400/cm1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282987929232437746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxh5td1BI/AAAAAAAAENo/_Ff7Q0TmdwY/s1600-h/BOYS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxh5td1BI/AAAAAAAAENo/_Ff7Q0TmdwY/s400/BOYS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282987927635088402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxhQ7aMMI/AAAAAAAAENg/K0ECg2H4JMk/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDxhQ7aMMI/AAAAAAAAENg/K0ECg2H4JMk/s400/A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282987916687716546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wGEIEEa5v8o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wGEIEEa5v8o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by - Umirah, Amalina &amp;amp; Putri. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-2332980553076647681?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2332980553076647681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=2332980553076647681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/2332980553076647681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/2332980553076647681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-fellow-classmates.html' title='Goodbye fellow classmates.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDu7U_knzI/AAAAAAAAENY/VYagrW3F8x0/s72-c/Shila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-4667943994543539522</id><published>2008-12-22T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:25:23.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post number 438</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDlASgqcOI/AAAAAAAAENA/dMJ-Vamxk8M/s1600-h/take4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDlASgqcOI/AAAAAAAAENA/dMJ-Vamxk8M/s320/take4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282974156037189858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why, but I feel superbly terrible today. Really. =( And you know, this bad feeling isn't going away. It feels really terrible. I don't know why, but I feel so scared/angry/guilty/disappointed/unhappy and every descriptions in dictionary to tell how terrible i feel right now. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today went to school in the morning to give back my SGC and testimonial preview back to school. Ms Serene collected it from me. Went back home and straightly change and get ready for work. Have to work at Goodie House(GH) today. Damn it was tiring cause I need to stand the whole way without sitting down. No, I mean, it will be much more better if I were to work at Cafe cause at least walking will not make me feel tired than standing. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is that I was offered a cake by I don't know what's the chef's name. But yeah. All the chinese chef there are friendly. Haha. Good thing the pastry and the cake are very delicious. Yum yum. So ended the day at 6.30pm. Went home straight, bounced back to Marina since the train going to Jurong East are packed with people.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDmMJ-P66I/AAAAAAAAENI/TT_sX8XFWTE/s1600-h/take5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDmMJ-P66I/AAAAAAAAENI/TT_sX8XFWTE/s320/take5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282975459415419810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I heard people talking about my boyfriend. But yeah, I don't care. What ever shit(s) you're gonna say, I won't believe it,  incase you never know, I trust him more than people's words. But really, I don't need all of your comments, coming to me telling about him. I don't even really know you girls. No, not that I wanna look down at you girls, but hmm, lets just say that who knows you girls are faking it? Hahas. He is a guy, and you're a girl. And oh dear, i found out about you. Hahs. Don't worry, me and him will stick together, so stop hanging around looking for something that will make things worst. Smile now, why? Cause I don't care a fCuking shit that you wanna blurt out to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDlAKB39vI/AAAAAAAAEM4/4C5h9oT555Q/s1600-h/take3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDlAKB39vI/AAAAAAAAEM4/4C5h9oT555Q/s320/take3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282974153760569074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last few days went to wild wild wet with cousin(s). Wild wild wet pictures are at KakLong's Camera. but I got some pictures before and after the swimming. And yeah, I think I'm getting dark? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Me " B, I maken gelap seh. "&lt;br /&gt;BF " haha, I got a black girlfriend. "&lt;br /&gt;Me " Eeek, you no taste. "&lt;br /&gt;BF " Okay, now I don't have a girlfriend "&lt;br /&gt;Me " Hahaha. Really? "&lt;br /&gt;BF " No"&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaa. Anyway, like I said, I went to Kak Long's place and overnight there. Next morning we had roti prate for breakfast. And after that, we went to meet Radiah at City hall. Went to Pasir Ris straight and off to downtown east. I swear there's many mat rep(s) and minah(s). Haha. The U-la-lar is fun . Really. Every time we went down, the camera shot my face looking good. HAHA. =P And eventually, I bumped onto Syaza. OMG. Hahaha. Not to forget about the bubble bath. Hahaha. It was fun, really. I tried almost all, except for the skyride eh?I think ah. Hah . Went home at around 7. Thanks to Mak Long and Long Jaffar. For sending me home.If not, taking Mrt home from Pasir Ris? I think I would faint. Hahaha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDk_uky4NI/AAAAAAAAEMo/uktcpTqM7Tc/s1600-h/take1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDk_uky4NI/AAAAAAAAEMo/uktcpTqM7Tc/s320/take1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282974146390843602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDmMXcPGDI/AAAAAAAAENQ/Wc8AywsorFg/s1600-h/take6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDmMXcPGDI/AAAAAAAAENQ/Wc8AywsorFg/s320/take6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282975463030855730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;//edits for today's post.&lt;br /&gt;So today went to buy a perfume for myself. (: And also, went back at 12. Tomorrow going back at 12 too. What a great life. But ... On Christmas day .... going back at 5pm. WTH! Hahaha. But good thing it starts at 9. Yeepee. Gonna wake up early to have breakfast at home instead of there. I don't know why Donny put me under breakfast, lunch and hightea session. It's gonna be tiring because it's fullhouse! Damn lah.. =[  But nevermy. I'm not working on Friday. Wee~ Hopefully gotta meet B on friday, that if he's not working.&lt;br /&gt;Donny " Hey, hows your N'level applications thing? "&lt;br /&gt;Me " Erm.. Not yet settle "&lt;br /&gt;Donny " Hmm. So what are you gonna do? "&lt;br /&gt;Me " Register into a new school to take my private O's "&lt;br /&gt;Donny " When is it?? "&lt;br /&gt;Me " I'm not sure yet.. hahaha.. "&lt;br /&gt;Donny " Okay, but make sure tell us earlier okay? "&lt;br /&gt;Me " Hahaha. Why??? "&lt;br /&gt;Donny " Because you are important to us! "&lt;br /&gt;Me " Hahahah!! Yarh ryte.. "&lt;br /&gt;Donny " No no, I'm serious. "&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I was laughing early in the morning at 7am. Haha. Donny didnt let me do under hostess. I don't know why. But maybe because I'm still the Coffee Tea girl which everyone will never forget? CHEYYY. no lah, just kidding. Hahahaha!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDk_oxjc3I/AAAAAAAAEMw/_F-9Q_9wkKQ/s1600-h/take2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SVDk_oxjc3I/AAAAAAAAEMw/_F-9Q_9wkKQ/s320/take2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282974144833745778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, by the way. No pictures for the moments. I'm so lazy to copy save the pictures from my email. Maybe if my cousin, Radiah have uploaded it, I'll put up her link on my blog for you guys to take a look. ((: Thanks for reading it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yeah, Tags reply to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saiful Ridhwan 4/6&lt;/span&gt;. - Haha, really didn't expected you tag my blog. But anyway, thanks for ur advice. I'm currently still looking for a school to go to for taking my o'lvls. &amp;amp; Yeah, great to know that you are doing very well in N'levels. But you shouldn't be counted as one of us, cause you have taken your o's. And from an independent school some more. Haha. Goodluck for your future endeavours too ayte. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lenny &lt;/span&gt;- Hahaha. Yup, I edited those pictures already. Heee. ((: I miss lenny a lot. Let's hit the towns and go up for a movie or something, pls? Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lynaina&lt;/span&gt; - hee. 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(:&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for my updates? Haha. Hell yeah, today I'm gonna update. Be prepare for my very long entry. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, life's been good all the times. I was thinking that I would just go on for my goals. But seems that my N'level results aren't my satisfaction, I guess all this are just making me feel super disappointed with myself. Oh yes, I really regret not to study. Cause i know i could do better than what I expected. Well I guess it's just not my luck? Yeah. My english was good, Improved. My Maths? Wow! Super improve I guess? Hahaha. From ungraded to grade 4? Oh yes, I do study at home. Haha. Science? Nope, I didn't concentrate anything even in physics or chemistry. Combine Humanity? Hmm. I must say I did improve! (wooohoo~) And also f&amp;amp;n? Remained the same. How about malay?Oh f*cking hell I didn't improve at all. I was so confident to get a distinction for malay. And guess what ? I didn't even get a good grade for malay. I'm so disappointed with my self. =[ This is unfair at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, my parents knew about my results and say nothing about it. But just asked where am I heading next? Private school ? Shatec? Ite????? Hahaa. Did you guys remember? Before even sec 4, started till August 2008, I've been saying to myself that I don't wanna go to ITE. No, I'm not looking down at ITE. But what I have been thinking is that I don't wanna get a school in there. It's that I'm not even looking forward for that school. Really. I've been telling everyone about shatec and private school instead. After the talk from every teachers about ITE, I was thinking, if I were to go for ITE is also a good thing. But after receiving my results,My mum don't mind me going there. But I'm thinking of going Private School at MDIS. It's only that it's very expensive. Over 5000 bucks for studying there. I don't know if my parents wanna pay for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank everyone who have been there for my when I was having my up(s) and down(s) on my N'level examinations. Yeah, I was having a lot of conflicts with my relation(s) at the point of time I'm having my N'level. Hahas. I guess I was so stupid at that point of time. Thinking that other things are more important than my examinations. And all those last minute preparation. Hell no, I wasn't really prepared because everything that happen is unplanned. Every problems just came on the day of my examination. And I remembered one thing. When I was taking my n'level examinations, once I dropped my pen on the table, my head and mind will only think about one person. And fCuk. I was cursing the person again and again for making me feel so bad and agony on my heart. But when all the examinations are over, thinking back, I actually have some hopes, it's only me who refuse to just let go of it. How stupid right? Haha. Sigh. But really, I thank everyone who was really there for me when I was in dilemma. Thanks. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqMne4veI/AAAAAAAAELQ/iwrg9GruvZo/s1600-h/i7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqMne4veI/AAAAAAAAELQ/iwrg9GruvZo/s320/i7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281361384267365858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bet you guys look at me like I don't care about my results? Hahs. I bet you're very wrong. Look at me now. I might be smiling. But deep inside me, only god knows how f*ck I felt. I know, my parents are also disappointed. But they showed nothing. I guess they have seen how I really studied, compare to my prelims results. Althought it was only a 2 or 1 grade improve, they know I'm actually doing something. Thank god, they understand me. As for the others, I've done my best, and you know what I faced during my N'levels examinations. I hope you'll put urself in my shoes and could feel just how I really felt.  Alright. That's all for today I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I miss Mdm Adawiyah much much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUspgX3j_KI/AAAAAAAAEKI/GBRmAoz9hJw/s1600-h/iamgiftedsoareyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUspgX3j_KI/AAAAAAAAEKI/GBRmAoz9hJw/s320/iamgiftedsoareyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281360624161651874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a girl want to see in a guy.&lt;br /&gt;-When a girl look into your eyes, look back, gently touch her cheeks and kiss her on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;-When a girl looks like she's feeling very down, hold her hands and try to make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;-When a girl did something clumsy, don't make her look stupid, instead do what she did.&lt;br /&gt;-When a girl scream at you without thinking and just broke down infront of you, hug her tight, and say sorry although you know it's not your fault. (Why?Because she needs that.)&lt;br /&gt;-When a girl looks away when you look at her, hug her, and tell her, that you'll never ever leave her. (And mean it!!)&lt;br /&gt;-Hold the girl's hand tight when she's with you.&lt;br /&gt;-Don't show your temper at girls, cause they might feel very scared to do mistakes in your relationship. Relationship is not meant to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;-Do not shout at girls when you're angry, cause that might hurt her deep, and might not let them forget easily.&lt;br /&gt;-When you know she did something wrong, talk to her instead of keeping it away from her.&lt;br /&gt;-When she looks worried, calm her down, hug her.&lt;br /&gt;-Doesn't mean kisses and hugs and words would show the true love, make her feel how she is really loved by you.&lt;br /&gt;-When a girl say to you how much she really love you, tell her how much you really love her too.&lt;br /&gt;-When a girl say she dislike to see you hang around with some bunch of ass, then tell her, that you wouldn't hang out with them. (and mean it!)&lt;br /&gt;-When a girl kept quiet in 5minutes, hold her hands, and ask her what's on her mind.&lt;br /&gt;-When a girl is crying, lend your shoulders and don't ignore, but wipe her tears aways.&lt;br /&gt;-When a girl says that she's fine, a minuter later, she's not at all.&lt;br /&gt;-When a girl cries for you, remember, it means you mean everything to her, and she doesn't wanna lose you, or even lose you to others.&lt;br /&gt;-When a girl feel frustrated, they will grab your hand and hold it hard. Make sure you smiled at her, and make her feel secure. (Sometimes girls just need that.)&lt;br /&gt;-Do surprises for girls that you love. Cause those surprises are things that she won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;-Make them the happiest girl and love them with your whole heart, because when a girl receive that from you, she's confident, that you're their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------blablablabla~------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end my post with some pictures taken on our outing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I took two day off just to make myself free from all the stress. Gonna sleep over at KakLong's crib with the little once including Radiah. Later gonna fetch Ashraf and Syazirah at Mak Itam's place. Then gonna fetch Radiah too (maybe). Meeting KakLong at Lavender or prolly City Hall. Then off to her crib. Saturday going to Wild Wild Wet. And Sunday will be working. ((: That's all. Alright. Enjoy the pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were like&lt;br /&gt;"EH, ASAL ADER FLASH? HAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsr4RL7LMI/AAAAAAAAEMg/Hs25QWXUoZ0/s1600-h/DSC02484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsr4RL7LMI/AAAAAAAAEMg/Hs25QWXUoZ0/s320/DSC02484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281363233708125378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsr4HumhvI/AAAAAAAAEMY/VYJzwJS-ZII/s1600-h/DSC02481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsr4HumhvI/AAAAAAAAEMY/VYJzwJS-ZII/s320/DSC02481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281363231169218290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsr3_uZ0mI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/pd2GtRBd4p0/s1600-h/Image453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsr3_uZ0mI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/pd2GtRBd4p0/s320/Image453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281363229020901986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lenny is trying hard to take my shoes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsr3Z22RRI/AAAAAAAAEMI/wmNHU0u9ldc/s1600-h/Image438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsr3Z22RRI/AAAAAAAAEMI/wmNHU0u9ldc/s320/Image438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281363218855773458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@secretrecipe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsr3YGWrCI/AAAAAAAAEMA/GvSUPoMC5Ec/s1600-h/i1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsr3YGWrCI/AAAAAAAAEMA/GvSUPoMC5Ec/s320/i1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281363218383940642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqhpJRsxI/AAAAAAAAELw/8t8mBUbow3E/s1600-h/i3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqhpJRsxI/AAAAAAAAELw/8t8mBUbow3E/s320/i3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281361745490850578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqhWlCRMI/AAAAAAAAELo/mDGo1jXmfj0/s1600-h/i4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqhWlCRMI/AAAAAAAAELo/mDGo1jXmfj0/s320/i4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281361740507006146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqhGDl__I/AAAAAAAAELg/BUwyMlEvREg/s1600-h/i5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqhGDl__I/AAAAAAAAELg/BUwyMlEvREg/s320/i5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281361736071774194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqhAZ44xI/AAAAAAAAELY/6tWkW-GxTSs/s1600-h/i6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqhAZ44xI/AAAAAAAAELY/6tWkW-GxTSs/s320/i6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281361734554673938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqMu4jprI/AAAAAAAAELI/ZsgaK5jLnyY/s1600-h/i8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqMu4jprI/AAAAAAAAELI/ZsgaK5jLnyY/s320/i8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281361386254083762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqMemx4YI/AAAAAAAAELA/3-w1V757eq0/s1600-h/i9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqMemx4YI/AAAAAAAAELA/3-w1V757eq0/s320/i9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281361381884551554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqMCdlE1I/AAAAAAAAEK4/MSDpV4YgcZA/s1600-h/i10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqMCdlE1I/AAAAAAAAEK4/MSDpV4YgcZA/s320/i10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281361374329770834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh, im not that short actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqLwf5rBI/AAAAAAAAEKw/TwkbOsjF5oE/s1600-h/i11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqLwf5rBI/AAAAAAAAEKw/TwkbOsjF5oE/s320/i11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281361369507671058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsphiMerjI/AAAAAAAAEKo/R8itLOeSS6U/s1600-h/i12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsphiMerjI/AAAAAAAAEKo/R8itLOeSS6U/s320/i12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281360644113608242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsphr3xH-I/AAAAAAAAEKg/OzJhMU4Y2G8/s1600-h/i13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsphr3xH-I/AAAAAAAAEKg/OzJhMU4Y2G8/s320/i13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281360646711091170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;andie is gonna fall if i push him. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsphKnzhcI/AAAAAAAAEKY/BQLfnKiZVjA/s1600-h/i14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsphKnzhcI/AAAAAAAAEKY/BQLfnKiZVjA/s320/i14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281360637785769410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our last destination, and then off homey. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUspgofedJI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/0JUFP8e4pLw/s1600-h/i15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUspgofedJI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/0JUFP8e4pLw/s320/i15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281360628624028818" 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/36041451-9008242132586652987?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9008242132586652987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=9008242132586652987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/9008242132586652987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/9008242132586652987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/12/everythings-over.html' title='Everything&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUsqhmGytuI/AAAAAAAAEL4/1jfdiciBqJU/s72-c/i2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-5210560180381497746</id><published>2008-12-14T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:08:13.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you b..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUUqRSsy6QI/AAAAAAAAEH4/TQWtTaKQslc/s1600-h/SPM_A0237%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUUqRSsy6QI/AAAAAAAAEH4/TQWtTaKQslc/s320/SPM_A0237%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279672614727641346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just don't know what to do right now. I've collected 3 cheques. Tomorrow I'll get one more. Two more cheques are with Venessa, my manager. So tomorrow gonna collect my money first, and hope that Venessa will give my cheque soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem to be talking to anyone at home. Just yet, even mum. I think all of them are mad at me. It's not that I don't care, I just want their patience, is being patient so difficult? Hermn. Anyway guys, do you guys know when will our N'level results be coming out? I'm nervous like hell right now. And hell yeah, I want to know when so that I could take off for that day. I just checked my schedule just now. And I'll be finishing work pretty early. I'll be off on tuesday. Coincidencely, B is also off on tuesday. He told me he wanna meet me on tuesday. I was planning, if I were to work on tuesday, I wanna take MC. Hahaha. Wow, didn't expected them to know when I don't wanna work. Thanks to Donny and Gary. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I was late, and I mean super late(.)(?) I went out of home, and went back up to get umbrella. Then when I'm off out down the lift, I went back up (again) to get my sweaters. Hahaha. I was half and hour late! Exactly. During break time, I saw Donny. When he's working, he approch me, he asked why am I late. Didn't expected that he knew that I'm late cause he's working a little bit later. But luckily, Gary was the manager of the day. I didn't get scolded for being late. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUUqRh7Y0cI/AAAAAAAAEIA/4Hrcf9JA6QI/s1600-h/SPM_A0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUUqRh7Y0cI/AAAAAAAAEIA/4Hrcf9JA6QI/s320/SPM_A0220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279672618815377858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm craving for Fried Mars Bar. I'm craving for speghetti bolognaise. I'm craving for Chocolates. I'm craving for more dress(es). I'm craving for everything nice..... =[ Like ass! I'm freaking sick ! I've been sneezing at work place just now. And now I'm having a flu, running nose! I don't know how come I get sick. Oh, maybe because of the rain ? And oh, I got an extra skin on my fingers. HAHA. K no lah, yesterday during work time, vivien accidentally pour A VERY HOT TEA on my fingers, moreover, I'm holding onto Two fcuking tea cups. And if I were to drop it, every single eyes will look. Hahaha. Wow. Good job vivien, in pouring the tea(!). Hahah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sacarstic tak my question? hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;Just kidding.But after one day, my fingers we're like, eeew. Double skin that can be tore. Like, got skin problem. Oh btw, it's at the tips of my fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out of my mind about Lenny and Eerah. Am currently chatting with them. MAYBE meeting her(!!!) I miss her and Eerah like hell lots. Our last outing was a great one. And the next outing will be much more great. Although their age is younger than me, I still feel that they are easy to get along with. Hee. Love them lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all. I'll update more, but i think this is enough. Only that I've got the urge of updating more. Heee. Ok done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps; I love you, Boyfriend, more and more each day. You are my world and you mean so much to me. I love you. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-5210560180381497746?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5210560180381497746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=5210560180381497746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5210560180381497746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5210560180381497746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-you-b.html' title='I love you b..'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUUqRSsy6QI/AAAAAAAAEH4/TQWtTaKQslc/s72-c/SPM_A0237%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-423155711231138304</id><published>2008-12-13T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:01:16.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>Happy 19th Birthday to Hayry &amp;amp; Remy, The twins. Sorry that I stole your pic(s), but you twins should be famous among my girls. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUPa-d5X9mI/AAAAAAAAEHY/wXb6RO_t6ho/s1600-h/hayryremy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUPa-d5X9mI/AAAAAAAAEHY/wXb6RO_t6ho/s320/hayryremy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279303954920371810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthday eh, you twins. Heee. (: Semoga panjang umur dan murah rezeki. Heee. Actually feral tak tahu ape nak tulis uh, tapi really uh, happy birthday eh ! Especially to Hayry, my dairy. Hahaha. It's been more than a week since I last talk to hayry., But text him just now, to say about he's birthday. Wow, mereka sudah 19 tahun lah! HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all I think? Actually ader banyak uh nak cakap, tapi tak terluahkan. HAHA. Hope you guys have a great day later. Happy birthday !!! HEHE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUPa_jQTghI/AAAAAAAAEHw/xgyQFdDltGM/s1600-h/feralhayry1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUPa_jQTghI/AAAAAAAAEHw/xgyQFdDltGM/s320/feralhayry1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279303973538595346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hayry ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUPa_XNnk2I/AAAAAAAAEHo/qU3AJbkSDLo/s1600-h/1_298365656l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUPa_XNnk2I/AAAAAAAAEHo/qU3AJbkSDLo/s320/1_298365656l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279303970306102114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remy;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUPa_Ot4YII/AAAAAAAAEHg/cyT-iph0uU4/s1600-h/1_422309495l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUPa_Ot4YII/AAAAAAAAEHg/cyT-iph0uU4/s320/1_422309495l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279303968025501826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps; Nak kenal2 dengan jejaka2 ini? Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-423155711231138304?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/423155711231138304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=423155711231138304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/423155711231138304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/423155711231138304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUPa-d5X9mI/AAAAAAAAEHY/wXb6RO_t6ho/s72-c/hayryremy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-6723429749774191650</id><published>2008-12-12T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:08.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" I bet you felt the pain when you saw me with my man, the other day. I don't really care about how you felt, cause that's how bad I felt when you left. Now I don't care about who the hell you are, cause all I know is that I'm leading a new life with my man. Everything I've done fo' ya is just a waste. Now don't come back and ruin my happiness. Cause I'm ain't gonna let you to. Cause I'm in love deeply, with my man. Thanks for letting me go to someone better. (: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 1st monthsary to me and my hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUKLTa3KuhI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/goCl8FfFZ2A/s1600-h/thaqif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUKLTa3KuhI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/goCl8FfFZ2A/s320/thaqif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278934878976129554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's so fast isn't it? Haha. Thanks B, for still holding on to me. I believe we would fly high and walk together at the same path, side by side. (: I love you more and more each day. Hee. I know people might think it's puppy love. But who cares, cause I'm feeling very happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a second, I was thinking, what's up and what's the matter. I don't know why, and I don't understand why. What did I do? What have I done? Worst to worst, if I've done something wrong, I'm sorry alright. But I guess I felt a little pain inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I love you, I love you so much. Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses for you b, muackz! Happy 1monthsary to us. Love you more and more each day. You are the king of my heart, you are my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Y07YqZP1GU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Y07YqZP1GU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh, oh, oh, aoh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, aoh&lt;br /&gt;La, da, da, da, da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'somethin' 'bout the way you move when you move that I love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;'somethin' 'bout the way you talk when you talk that I can't get enough, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you say it's a beautiful day when the rain comes down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care if we don't go nowhere as long as you're around, 'round, 'round, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna break our stride&lt;br /&gt;We walkin' side by side&lt;br /&gt;We ride, we ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say maybe this one maybe that one never sure of the one they depend on&lt;br /&gt;I say you're the right one&lt;br /&gt;Baby come carry me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love, one love, one love&lt;br /&gt;One love that I'm sure of&lt;br /&gt;One love, one love, one love&lt;br /&gt;That I can't get enough of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, aoh (that I can't get enough of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love that I'm sure of&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, aoh&lt;br /&gt;Oh uh, yeah eah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you look at me&lt;br /&gt;And smile like you smile&lt;br /&gt;My heart go boom, boom, boooooom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you're not around a minute&lt;br /&gt;Kind of feels just like an empty roooom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the music's playin'&lt;br /&gt;You come and hold me and we sway, sway, swaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that I'm right and it's ok, ok, okaaaayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna break our stride&lt;br /&gt;We walkin' side by side&lt;br /&gt;We ride, we ride, ooooh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say maybe this one maybe that one never sure of the one they depend on&lt;br /&gt;I say you're the right one&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Come carry me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love, one love, one love&lt;br /&gt;One love that I'm sure of&lt;br /&gt;One love, one love, one love&lt;br /&gt;That I can't get enough of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some get 'em for the money&lt;br /&gt;Some get 'em for the things&lt;br /&gt;Some play it like a game just because they can&lt;br /&gt;I'm in it 'cause I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Boy you are making me&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Baby you knoooooooooooow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say maybe this one maybe that one never sure of the one they depend on&lt;br /&gt;I say you're the right one&lt;br /&gt;Baby come carry me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love, one love, one love&lt;br /&gt;One love, one looooove&lt;br /&gt;One love, one love, one love&lt;br /&gt;One looooove&lt;br /&gt;One love, one love, one love (one loooooooooove)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah eah&lt;br /&gt;One love, one love, one love (I can't get enough of)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;One love, one love, one love&lt;br /&gt;One love that I'm sure of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-6723429749774191650?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.&lt;/span&gt; Tag 8 people to do this quiz . Those that are tagged cannot refuse .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C. &lt;/span&gt;Continue this game by tagging 8 other people .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Anyone&lt;br /&gt;2.Anyone&lt;br /&gt;3.Anyone&lt;br /&gt;4.Anyone&lt;br /&gt;5.Anyone&lt;br /&gt;6.Anyone&lt;br /&gt;7.Anyone&lt;br /&gt;8.Anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you can see, it's randomly chosen from my linkage. Do it if you want to/if you're bored/even to waste time.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. What have you been doing recently ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just came back from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Do you ever turn your cell phone off ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yup. When I'm angry, not in a mood to talk or feeling super down that I don't bother people around me who cares? Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. What happened at 10am today ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hmm.. I two delicious bread, taken by Joseph. He thought that I'm so hungry that he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sembunyik sembunyik amek roti. &lt;/span&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. When did you last cry ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hmm. Is it important to tell ?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Believe in fate/destiny ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. What do you want in your life now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pass my N'level, proceed to secondary 5, make my parents happy and last long with dear Abdul Thaqif. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains or just put up your hood ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I carry my brown or pink umbrella. Really. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. What's your favourite thing to do on the bed ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favourite? Sleeeeeeep ? muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. What bottoms are you wearing now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jipsy skirt !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. What's the nicest things in your inbox ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heh. !! Messages that are saved in my inbox, sent my boyfriend. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Do you tend to make your relationship complicated ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes? When I'm bored? HAHAHAHAHA. K merepek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. Are you wearing anything borrowed from anyone ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Currently no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. What are you proud of ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Proud of myself receiving a lot of compliments from my guest at work place and proud that tomorrow is my first monthsary with dear boyfriend. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. What does the oldest text msg in your inbox say ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Are you busy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lifehouse - you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ofcourse. A lot. Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. What does the newest text say ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Alhamdulillah b.." , hehe ! don't ask why. But really. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2am. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. Are you currently happy ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok-lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. Who gives you the best advise ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister(s) and brother(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;li&gt;No. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Who did you talk on the phone last night ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dear, Abd Thaqif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. Is something bugging you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah, my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nick, or aka Nicko? Hahha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&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/36041451-2061939400253511647?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2061939400253511647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=2061939400253511647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/2061939400253511647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/2061939400253511647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-d.html' title='Tagged. =D'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-8822321922545741493</id><published>2008-12-11T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:46:31.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be with you forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUElqBtWxkI/AAAAAAAADW8/NMDuFy03g4g/s1600-h/feral%26lenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUElqBtWxkI/AAAAAAAADW8/NMDuFy03g4g/s320/feral%26lenny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278541642198337090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lenny, my little sister, my bestfriend, my girlfriend, my laughing partner, and best of all, she's everything good to be with. She's a great girl indeed. Hee. Although she always disturb me like crazyyyyyyyyy, i still love her. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was great! Anyway,thanks Lenny, Eerah, Andie for making my day. Really had a great laughter with ya guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got not much to talk about. But will update real soon after I get pictures already from Andi. Thanks for the tag people. heee. Will reply your tag on my next entry aytes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you can laugh.&lt;br /&gt;My pink shoe is 37, but my size is 36.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking a leg kicking.&lt;br /&gt;And my shoe flew away.&lt;br /&gt;My little sister, lenny, took my shoe and run away under the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;trying to put the shoe up high.&lt;br /&gt;so that i won't reach.&lt;br /&gt;infact, she's wearing high hills. that makes her a LITTLE BIT tallER than me.&lt;br /&gt;=.= look at the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;then laugh. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUElp31U7VI/AAAAAAAADW0/WrkW8lQ8ApU/s1600-h/Image456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUElp31U7VI/AAAAAAAADW0/WrkW8lQ8ApU/s320/Image456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278541639547415890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUElpoEkqaI/AAAAAAAADWs/SytL_oC53-c/s1600-h/Image457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUElpoEkqaI/AAAAAAAADWs/SytL_oC53-c/s320/Image457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278541635316394402" 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/36041451-8822321922545741493?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8822321922545741493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=8822321922545741493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/8822321922545741493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/8822321922545741493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanna-be-with-you-forever.html' title='I wanna be with you forever.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SUElqBtWxkI/AAAAAAAADW8/NMDuFy03g4g/s72-c/feral%26lenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-9156432404907475028</id><published>2008-12-09T20:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:44:39.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops , I did it again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; I miss you, Boo. =(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST54oQ3mOWI/AAAAAAAADWk/vIERTcnopys/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST54oQ3mOWI/AAAAAAAADWk/vIERTcnopys/s320/pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277788446443059554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today have been just great, totally. Work wasn't that busy. I've got a very ugly blister on my toe, if you don't believe me, try to ask Amalina about it. =P&lt;br /&gt;After work, went to meet Amalina. Walk out of work with Nikka to meet my friend while she head off to Khatib. Oh, Nikka is one of the Bar tender at Orchard hotel. She's very sweet though. Hee. Anyway, went to watch WildChild.(: It's a great story. I rate it 4/5.&lt;br /&gt;After that walk around Far East, Taka. And bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was hari raya haji, and I have to work. =/ But nevermy, anyway, it's been just fine. After work, went to have lunch with Nick and Obby and Joseph. Oh, Nick and Obby are new trainees, they're from Indonesia. Haha. They made me promise them to bring them around Singapore. =.='' (hehh) I told them about my boyfriend. Then Obby keep saying to me that Nick is gay, so must be careful if show my pics to him. HAHAH. Well, actually he's not lah. They're jsut joking around.&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu bisa ngomong bahasa indonesia?"&lt;br /&gt;"Gw enggak bisa. Tapi bisa bicara sedikit-sedikit sahaja."&lt;br /&gt;"Ia?Gw bisa ajar kamu ok?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok best." =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after work went straight to bed. Have a good rest, chatted with boyfriend forawhile, then went to sleep again till the next day. It's been a long sleep for me. Haha. Didn't message bf because I was in lala land. Even that, he's having fun with his cousins fo' sure. When I wake up, One thing I know, was I receive the goodnight message. Thanks B, for not forgetting it. I love you. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, Kak Long, you've miscarriage? It must have been a big flow for ya. Well, may god bless you with a new baby okay? Hope you're fine now. Don't be sad, maybe god love your child more. (: I'll pray for you. Anyway, it's trend lah, bukan kental. Haha. We are teenagers, not adults yet. HAHA. And you are welcome, kak long, anytime. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll post up some pictures aye. &amp;amp; oh, there's also us lip singing. Hahaa. Merepek lah, but, enjoyyyy. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST54n_NBLnI/AAAAAAAADWc/LLK8Urbc6n4/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST54n_NBLnI/AAAAAAAADWc/LLK8Urbc6n4/s320/pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277788441701068402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST54np0G-1I/AAAAAAAADWU/xqW1zq1e2Oc/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST54np0G-1I/AAAAAAAADWU/xqW1zq1e2Oc/s320/pic3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277788435959446354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST538zIxf9I/AAAAAAAADWM/TSo7e-wKdc4/s1600-h/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST538zIxf9I/AAAAAAAADWM/TSo7e-wKdc4/s320/pic4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277787699727663058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST5380dvYzI/AAAAAAAADWE/iWdAKaKbnao/s1600-h/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST5380dvYzI/AAAAAAAADWE/iWdAKaKbnao/s320/pic5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277787700084040498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grrrr~ =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST538dHgbsI/AAAAAAAADV8/nUSLFs8tCPA/s1600-h/pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST538dHgbsI/AAAAAAAADV8/nUSLFs8tCPA/s320/pic6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277787693816770242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST538XIntkI/AAAAAAAADV0/Jd8bgMVS-w4/s1600-h/pic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST538XIntkI/AAAAAAAADV0/Jd8bgMVS-w4/s320/pic7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277787692210828866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Don't be serious because I'm chill"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST53717hZpI/AAAAAAAADVs/WrPvRBUc-9U/s1600-h/pic8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST53717hZpI/AAAAAAAADVs/WrPvRBUc-9U/s320/pic8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277787683297519250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST53T41oQ9I/AAAAAAAADVk/dUootqvzZpQ/s1600-h/pic9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST53T41oQ9I/AAAAAAAADVk/dUootqvzZpQ/s320/pic9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277786996883342290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flying2 hair. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST53TibTZxI/AAAAAAAADVc/lOBA54KEppA/s1600-h/pic10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST53TibTZxI/AAAAAAAADVc/lOBA54KEppA/s320/pic10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277786990867343122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amalina said i look so emo (bottom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST53Ta8DVII/AAAAAAAADVU/xpzrt5I9A6g/s1600-h/pic11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST53Ta8DVII/AAAAAAAADVU/xpzrt5I9A6g/s320/pic11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277786988857218178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST53S7Eb_iI/AAAAAAAADVM/oRnXtBIGL4g/s1600-h/pic12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST53S7Eb_iI/AAAAAAAADVM/oRnXtBIGL4g/s320/pic12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277786980302454306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST53S_swWgI/AAAAAAAADVE/lPEvvH68cYk/s1600-h/pic13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST53S_swWgI/AAAAAAAADVE/lPEvvH68cYk/s320/pic13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277786981545302530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please don't mind me when I stopped lip singing. Cause there's like some passer by down there. So like, paisey like that. HEHE. K dah, go ketawe okay? I don't need ugly comments in my blog. Keep to yourself. haha. I'm just having fun. This is my blog. At least I don't blog about other people's life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ec8135a4fe080117" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec8135a4fe080117%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331224997%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D353F650E3F1160BD01190631BD4A309B40583643.5914943641306D466070873AE4DAB95066343158%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec8135a4fe080117%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQyxb6_5zuVU4RMmw_fSjkPTyO8E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec8135a4fe080117%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331224997%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D353F650E3F1160BD01190631BD4A309B40583643.5914943641306D466070873AE4DAB95066343158%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec8135a4fe080117%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQyxb6_5zuVU4RMmw_fSjkPTyO8E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You forgotten about me. I was there when you was down, I was there when you're having your big problems. I was there when everythings upside down. But now where are you? Where have you gone? Forgot about me? Forgot about who you use to rely on? Forgot about me? Wow ! Great job. I guess you're too busy to even talk to me don't you? Hahas! It's alright. Do what you want aye? But remember, I can't promise I'll be there for you, like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(Oh btw, I'm not refering to any guy or babe that is superbly gonna read this blog. So please do not teraser, bloggers. I just wanna let out this shitty feelings that I'm holding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-9156432404907475028?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ec8135a4fe080117&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/9156432404907475028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=9156432404907475028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/9156432404907475028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/9156432404907475028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/12/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='oops , I did it again.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/ST54oQ3mOWI/AAAAAAAADWk/vIERTcnopys/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-4912214403358540655</id><published>2008-12-07T00:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:30:50.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku cinta, aku rindu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STq0IPtdt2I/AAAAAAAADUk/t_E7QEr5XGM/s1600-h/feralbabe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STq0IPtdt2I/AAAAAAAADUk/t_E7QEr5XGM/s320/feralbabe1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276727967167133538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Told ya, I love pink. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Him - "Eh, sweeetnyer.." *smile*&lt;br /&gt;Me - *flips hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, action. hahaha. so what. I'm lazy to entertain guys like that. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That's what happen just now when I was on the way home. There's so many mat reps. And when I cross the road, there's this mat, looking at me up and down, then say. " eh, sweetnyer.." Still can look behind for me. =.=&lt;/blockquote&gt;So today started work at 9. But guess what, I woke up at 7.30am. Get ready and went out around 8. Mum was nagging cause I woke up late for work. I was 15minutes late. But, I've got a great manager, named Donny. He's so great that he don't really mind me coming to work pretty late. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STq0IvExeWI/AAAAAAAADU0/plX0L7uJX8w/s1600-h/03-12-08_2346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STq0IvExeWI/AAAAAAAADU0/plX0L7uJX8w/s320/03-12-08_2346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276727975586396514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway, reached work place and get change. Was placed at station 2 to help out Liang Ning and Kevin. =P &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suke dorg, aku sorg pompan, aku yang kene bully. pft. &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, it was fun though. Liang Ning keep calling me 'baby' while Kevin call me, "My cousin in Law". Why? Cause he like Munirah aka Eeera, my cousin. Hahaha. He even told me. "I can even bring her to the moon. Or even bring the moon to her." HAHAHA. Wtv boy. =P&lt;br /&gt;I sold only 1 orange f&amp;amp;n promotion today. Was pretty sad today cause Donny was asking me, " what's your lucky number today? " And I was like, 5? Haha. Cause last wednesday I sold atleast 7 of it. 5 orange and 2 coke. Means, it's already $21. Hahha. But just now, 1 only ? Hahaha. Sad thing. But it's okay. Donny told me, it's alright. He keep asking , "Why today there's no smile? Tired uh? Yesterday party and sleep late is it ? " Hahahaha. I remembered him giving me a hug when I go home.&lt;br /&gt;Donny - "You're doing good today, come give me a hug!"&lt;br /&gt;ME - "Haha. I tell your wife then you know."&lt;br /&gt;Donny - "Hahaha. At least I'm telling in the public.."&lt;br /&gt;ME - "Hahhaa.." *tongue out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary, my other manager stays the same block as Boyfriend. Hahaha. Didn't know that. Next week will be working on Hari Raya Haji. =/ and there will be only 1 day off. =[&lt;br /&gt;Dad and brother went to balik kampung. And Eeera and her family went to their kampung too. Me and mum, stuck at home. Work. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STqzEkNVBLI/AAAAAAAADUE/jkwwio4kcOo/s1600-h/feralbabe5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STqzEkNVBLI/AAAAAAAADUE/jkwwio4kcOo/s320/feralbabe5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276726804438385842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, met moon and accompany her to buy things for her trip. Bump onto Umaira. Missed her so much. :) After that met Amalina. Had muffins at Orchard cafe, thanks to Eeera for giving us for free. =P Then went to Vivo to take Body shop gift from Kak Long. After that, went to eat a little food at LJS and sit at rooftop. Proceed to cousin's place to pass the Body shop gift. And off home.&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget something weird/scary/unexpected thing happen. It's 8+. We were on our way home. And we suddenly heard this scary laughing women voice. I was like, ..&lt;br /&gt;"Amalina, Kau dengar ape aku dengar?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dengar!!!!!!!!!!" *scared*&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.. Really. The way she's scared make myself scared too. It happens like, there's a thunder, and suddenly the voice come at the same time. Hahaha. It's funny. But thank god, we're just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STq0HjqTfNI/AAAAAAAADUc/VPc6jV-rYq4/s1600-h/feralbabe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STq0HjqTfNI/AAAAAAAADUc/VPc6jV-rYq4/s320/feralbabe2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276727955342720210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STq0HXek-JI/AAAAAAAADUU/nRmLQS5kicc/s1600-h/feralbabe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STq0HXek-JI/AAAAAAAADUU/nRmLQS5kicc/s320/feralbabe3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276727952072308882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STqzFEOWfCI/AAAAAAAADUM/Cvg1hiRKk5g/s1600-h/feralbabe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STqzFEOWfCI/AAAAAAAADUM/Cvg1hiRKk5g/s320/feralbabe4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276726813032610850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STqzEQy7PFI/AAAAAAAADT8/KEaFoXta-0k/s1600-h/feralbabe6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STqzEQy7PFI/AAAAAAAADT8/KEaFoXta-0k/s320/feralbabe6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276726799227370578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STqzD1oH_MI/AAAAAAAADT0/MbkywNyKE_4/s1600-h/feralbabe7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STqzD1oH_MI/AAAAAAAADT0/MbkywNyKE_4/s320/feralbabe7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276726791934311618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STqzDv7oHnI/AAAAAAAADTs/2W0RVQoPP3w/s1600-h/feralbabe8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STqzDv7oHnI/AAAAAAAADTs/2W0RVQoPP3w/s320/feralbabe8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276726790405496434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;amp; Oh, I miss baby. Really. not kidding. =[ I love you boo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STq0IUssb8I/AAAAAAAADUs/2uMj3iog88s/s1600-h/feral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 25px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STq0IUssb8I/AAAAAAAADUs/2uMj3iog88s/s320/feral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276727968506081218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STq07JpT8LI/AAAAAAAADU8/zmMvg5e_0y8/s1600-h/feral1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 44px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STq07JpT8LI/AAAAAAAADU8/zmMvg5e_0y8/s320/feral1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276728841712431282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STq07JpT8LI/AAAAAAAADU8/zmMvg5e_0y8/s1600-h/feral1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New photos uploaded at my picture blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;http://www.feralgraphy.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Do tag and comment. Hee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, B sang this song below, with our seniour, Kak Sarah. She used to be schooling at our school. And she is even my neighbour, previously. But she moved. No wonder it's been so long since last I saw her. Haha. Enjoy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m7GF8JgL5fQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m7GF8JgL5fQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love B. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1TiQuRuU8k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1TiQuRuU8k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-4912214403358540655?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4912214403358540655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=4912214403358540655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4912214403358540655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4912214403358540655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/12/aku-cinta-aku-rindu.html' title='Aku cinta, aku rindu.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STq0IPtdt2I/AAAAAAAADUk/t_E7QEr5XGM/s72-c/feralbabe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-4919904795852285204</id><published>2008-12-04T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:32:14.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will never try to deny, that you were my whole life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STeUw_97W5I/AAAAAAAADLc/f2osS-QVZ3Y/s1600-h/Picture0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STeUw_97W5I/AAAAAAAADLc/f2osS-QVZ3Y/s320/Picture0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275849058013633426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All this is killing me. Oh, I mean working and being so tired quickly. But at the end of the day, I receive a very good thing, compliments. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last few days have been working like hell. But yesterday was great. I had a compliment from room I-forgot-what-number complimenting me. So this is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhonny : Umirah, come.&lt;br /&gt;*In my mind, I was thinking, oh no. Did I do something bad????* That's how I end up being everytime any manager call me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ME : errh, Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Dhonny : I want to congrats you for making my bosses happy today. You have receive a great compliments from room number _-_-_-_. And that makes me and my bosses happy.&lt;br /&gt;ME : What ?! Really ? Omg ! Haha. What did they say?&lt;br /&gt;Dhonny : They commented that you have given them a great day with the great smile on the face and an exellent service. I'm proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;ME : Haha ! Really ? Who's that guy who commented on me??&lt;br /&gt;Dhonny : Haha. Go check out for he's name. :)&lt;br /&gt;ME : hahaha, Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I can't really remember much what they compliment me. But thats just two of the compliments I remembered. Haha. Wow, It's already been 3 person happy for what I did. Although I worked there like less than 3 weeks. Wow. Hahaha. Part-time worker some more. I'm happy for myself though. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to accompany Hidayati to get a work at Hilton Hotel yesterday. Hey, kite keje dekat seh babe. I'm happy that she get to work there like a snap. She interview yesterday, and she's working today. Haha. Thanks to her sister. ( I guess.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STeUwKhSu3I/AAAAAAAADLE/7INOjbcmhr0/s1600-h/03-12-08_2345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STeUwKhSu3I/AAAAAAAADLE/7INOjbcmhr0/s320/03-12-08_2345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275849043666451314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wasted money on starbucks thinking that Hidayati will take a very long time. After that, met Abang Aidil. (chey.) He bring he's sister, kak Faradina too. She looks diff. sia. Hahha. Anyway, yeah. Was planning to go home. But b, texted me. Hiedi ask me to bring him and have lunch/dinner together. But B disagree. So went to meet B at City Hall. B treat me Ben &amp;amp; Jerry. He knows I'm hunry. But I wasn't in a mood to eat. Haha. But thanks b. Love you, Hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STeUwdQdEAI/AAAAAAAADLM/pr__wCF5Ttc/s1600-h/myeverything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STeUwdQdEAI/AAAAAAAADLM/pr__wCF5Ttc/s320/myeverything.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275849048696098818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, last tuesday went to Toys R` Us with B and he's sister. Had a great day too. B bought he's brother, Ariq, a keyboard. Sweet eh. Pretty expensive. But how sweet of him. Haha. Walked around and ended up went to MacDonald at lucky plaza. Talked a lot and even knows something about B. Thanks to he's sister. HEHEHEHE. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STeUwqaZ4rI/AAAAAAAADLU/J3ndTd5BzIo/s1600-h/feralgraphy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STeUwqaZ4rI/AAAAAAAADLU/J3ndTd5BzIo/s320/feralgraphy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275849052227494578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm bored. Meeting Kak Lily later at cwp. And blaaah, today was supposed to go out to catch a movie with O/C clans. But I'm just plain lazy. That's why. Hahaha. Nick was unhappy about it. Haha. Somemore he's new. And yeah, there's 3 new trainees. Haha. Funny thing they could be easily approch and ask for question. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done. Out of ideas. Gotta get ready now to meet Kak Lily. Take care ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-4919904795852285204?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4919904795852285204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=4919904795852285204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4919904795852285204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4919904795852285204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-never-try-to-deny-that-you-were.html' title='I will never try to deny, that you were my whole life.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STeUw_97W5I/AAAAAAAADLc/f2osS-QVZ3Y/s72-c/Picture0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-6813200508363600907</id><published>2008-12-01T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:35:30.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You made me do this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STQNy-GUiII/AAAAAAAADKc/5VCiMnJ70K4/s1600-h/30-11-08_1919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STQNy-GUiII/AAAAAAAADKc/5VCiMnJ70K4/s320/30-11-08_1919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274856232871823490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello people , hello bloggers and hello readers. (:&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be a very long post. I guess. Hahahaha. Enjoy reading.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about my previous post. Haha. I see plenty of people thought that I've got a misunderstanding and so called a fight with Thaqif aye? Sorry, it's not that. It's just somethings that will happen in each and every relationship. It's just a while, don't worry, I still love him deep deep and he still beats in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STQN0xNKs7I/AAAAAAAADK8/LeKI-8Dnbys/s1600-h/feralbby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STQN0xNKs7I/AAAAAAAADK8/LeKI-8Dnbys/s320/feralbby1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274856263770616754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nowadays have been very great. I've been living my life in a great and worthful way. I spend each and every night talking with B on the phone. Somehow our relationship came to drifting apart. I know and I can feel it. You see, although we looks so contactable. But we could feel that we're not that close like how we used to be. Luckily, B, my hero feel the same way too. Cause he was the one who told me what he felt. At the same time, I know, I've been busy, and so do him. Damn. B, we hold our promises together keh B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B, I sayang you seh. Hehe. =P Can I pretend that no one read this blog except for you b? Hahaha. Cause I just receive a call from you. And you told me you don't know how to explain/describe to me how much you love me. B, i think I know how you feel, cause that's what I feel too b. Muackz! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STQN0OjMs3I/AAAAAAAADK0/_OSk8Y4UfDE/s1600-h/DSC02942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STQN0OjMs3I/AAAAAAAADK0/_OSk8Y4UfDE/s320/DSC02942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274856254467781490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Working life is just fine. I love working with a bunch of friendly people and great people at there. I can, each and Every of them are very friendly. Really! To name some, Vivien, Li Jie, Liang Ning, Joseph and many many more. The hostess like Dwi, and kak lily and all. They are very friendly people. Even the manager like Dhonny, Gary, Venessa and Raja(used to be), are very great people. I love going to work when such people like them are there. In the other hand, I don't really like some china-speaking girls. They are older than me, they can't really speack english and they work Very slow! (Mengalah kan part timer and person like me.)&lt;br /&gt;Really, I get so fed-up in the morning cause one of the worker didn't come and I have to serve coffee and tea for the whole area, the whole of the cafe. You bet, it takes ore than half an hour to finish top-up-ing. But there's actually no such thing. Usually there are two coffee-tea girl/boy and usually I'll serve coffee and tea for station 1. But today I was placed at station 2. But I've gotta help the station 1 too. Can you imagine it, there's more than 100 of people, more than 100 coffee and tea until someone complaint.&lt;br /&gt;"Why is there only 1 coffee tea girl while your cafe is big? You guys have been here for over 13 years , why is it that you don't know how to use common sense? One coffee tea girl and big restaurant ? This shouldn't been the way. Singapore is going down the drain! More over, some of your workers can't even speak english. I talk to them and they don't understand a thing!"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, exactly, She said that to us. She have been complaining since she came there to have a breakfast. I know, it's kinda harsh, but I was laughing in my heart, yes, there's no such things as only 1 coffee tea girl in a big area. That shouldn't be the way. Though that, they learn a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everythings that happened that makes me fed up really changed my mood of the day. Really. Dhonny came to me asking.&lt;br /&gt;At station 1.&lt;br /&gt;Dhonny. : "Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : I Nodded my head. " I guess so. Hehh. "&lt;br /&gt;Dhonny. : " Are you sure? Got people bully you??"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "No lah.. No .. hahaha. "&lt;br /&gt;Dhonny : "Really uh?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Yarh?"&lt;br /&gt;Dhonny : "Seriously, if they bully you, you tell me. Who bully you? Liang Ning uh? Joseph? Vivien? Tina??"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Hahaha. No lah. Really. It's okay."&lt;br /&gt;At station 2.&lt;br /&gt;Dhonny came in while I wanna go out.&lt;br /&gt;Dhonny : "Wait2 !" *pulling my arms back to station.&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Why"&lt;br /&gt;Dhonny : *Looking at Liang Ning* "Did you bully her? You bully Umirah right??!"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Eh ! No lah !!!"&lt;br /&gt;Liang Ning : "Huh? Did i??" *confused*&lt;br /&gt;Me : "No , No! You didn't. Not you."&lt;br /&gt;Dhonny : "Really you didn't bully her???"&lt;br /&gt;Liang Ning : *Shakes head.*&lt;br /&gt;Dhonny : "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha ! Gosh. Couldn't stop laughing after that. How caring can dhonny be. After that, this is what Liang Ning asked me.&lt;br /&gt;Liang Ning : "Baby, did I bully you??"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "No! You didn't! Dhonny thought people are bullying me."&lt;br /&gt;Liang Ning : "And he aimed me?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Yarh. Cause you're close with me more than others. Joseph is not even here."&lt;br /&gt;Liang Ning : "Did anyone bully you??"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "No. No one. It's just that Dhonny said I look like I'm not happy."&lt;br /&gt;Liang Ning : "Owh.. Okay, Baby smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STQNzJSZyoI/AAAAAAAADKk/jK2Uv7LYZsA/s1600-h/P281108_17.55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STQNzJSZyoI/AAAAAAAADKk/jK2Uv7LYZsA/s320/P281108_17.55.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274856235875289730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha ! B, ader org panggil I baby seh b. Serious2. He always calls me baby. He got so many wife at the cafe. He said he wanna propose me. But I rejected cause I saw he have a ring on he's finger. And also, Lily told me that he actually proposed her too. See how playful that boy can be.&lt;br /&gt;Liang Ning : "Baby, you are the great one. This is why I love you. Thanks for helping me to set up the tables"&lt;br /&gt;Me : " I know, you can't find someone like me. It's ok, I'm too good at it. HAHAHAHAHA. "&lt;br /&gt;Liang Ning : " Oh yes , I can't! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha ! seriously, this ass guy love to make me smile even though I'm so down and fed-up. Hahhaa. He calles be baby, and say to me that he loves me infront of the other friends. And ended up, Kevin said "Oi, don't say like that, she's marrying me in future. She owe me 150bucks cause I pay for her broken glasses that she broke." Hahahaha. Like real only. And as for Joseph, he and Liang Ning tried to be a gay-partner. Hahaha! Seriously, they are one great friends. No them, no funny jokes and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nowadays will be bumping onto Moon after 2.15pm. She'll be working. Each and everytime people see me Salam(ed) Eeera, Edi and Dwi will do the same thing. very funny sia. HAhahah. Nothing better to do than disturb people. As for yusof, the bar tender, he eventually asked me about the soup of the day.&lt;br /&gt;And he immitate me and tell the other bar tender lady and do the same expression. =.= He made me laugh too cause it's twice I've been asking him for White Wine and Tiger Beer Draft. And even Heineken draft. Hahaha. I still remember he called me using Eeera's phone and talked to me like a pondan. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STQNzo0xSAI/AAAAAAAADKs/WnNRHOXzPnU/s1600-h/P301108_19.36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STQNzo0xSAI/AAAAAAAADKs/WnNRHOXzPnU/s320/P301108_19.36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274856244340934658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that's it for work. HAhaha. Pretty long entry? Maybe it will covers up my un-available in updating on some days. Cause I'll be busy working. Won't be working on the thurs and fri and sun! Can't wait to go with friends! :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay That's all folks. Thank you for reading. Don't waste your time reading but not tagging. Haahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, sorry Farna, Thaqif have sold he's drums. Hahaha. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kak Long . Alah, ape kurangnyer Ezad. Da lamer seh dier. Da tua. Da tak handsome mcm dulu. Da berisi sikit. Maseh nk dia? Bilang your hubby baru tahu. HEHEE. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics for the song in my blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;[verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;I got the first flight out&lt;br /&gt;when I finished up the tour,&lt;br /&gt;because I missed you.&lt;br /&gt;I even flew home a day too soon&lt;br /&gt;all because I couldn't wait to kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how she will be loved,&lt;br /&gt;was the one thing stuck in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;and how tonight would be&lt;br /&gt;remembered for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd do something like that,&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you two it hit me like a heart attack,&lt;br /&gt;Oh No!&lt;br /&gt;How could you let somebody in through our door?,&lt;br /&gt;How could you bring him home?&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd lose my temper like that,&lt;br /&gt;Now it's some fucked up situation,&lt;br /&gt;He ain't coming back!&lt;br /&gt;Oh No!&lt;br /&gt;How could you please another man on our floor?&lt;br /&gt;How could you bring him home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;I know you know I passed on every girl&lt;br /&gt;because I thought I really loved you,&lt;br /&gt;And you know that I'd never put anyone&lt;br /&gt;or anything above you,&lt;br /&gt;because I loved you,&lt;br /&gt;And it was that love that made me lose my head&lt;br /&gt;and now its too late!&lt;br /&gt;One day too soon, you'll regret it for the rest of your days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd do something like that,&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you two it hit me like a heart attack,&lt;br /&gt;Oh No!&lt;br /&gt;How could you let somebody in through our door?,&lt;br /&gt;How could you bring him home?&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd loose my temper like that,&lt;br /&gt;Now its some fucked up situation,&lt;br /&gt;He ain't coming back!&lt;br /&gt;Oh No!&lt;br /&gt;How could you please another man on our floor?&lt;br /&gt;How could you bring him home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey-e-ay-e-ay,&lt;br /&gt;oh,u,oh,u,oh,&lt;br /&gt;hey-e-ay-e-ay,&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please God forgive,&lt;br /&gt;for what I did,&lt;br /&gt;this day will stay for as long as I live,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if you walked in&lt;br /&gt;and seen what I seen&lt;br /&gt;I know any man would have done just the same.&lt;br /&gt;Please God forgive (No!),&lt;br /&gt;for what I did (No!)&lt;br /&gt;This day will stay for as long as I live,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if you walked in (No!)&lt;br /&gt;In and seen what I seen, (No!)&lt;br /&gt;I know any man would have done just the same&lt;br /&gt;Because...I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd do something like that,&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you two it hit me like a heart attack,&lt;br /&gt;Oh No!&lt;br /&gt;How could you let somebody in through our door?,&lt;br /&gt;How could you bring him home?&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd lose my temper like that,&lt;br /&gt;Now its some fucked up situation,&lt;br /&gt;He ain't coming back!&lt;br /&gt;Oh No!&lt;br /&gt;How could you please another man on our floor?&lt;br /&gt;How could you bring him home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro]&lt;br /&gt;hey-e-ay-e-ay,&lt;br /&gt;oh,u,oh,u,oh,&lt;br /&gt;hey-e-ay-e-ay,&lt;br /&gt;oh,u,oh,u,oh,&lt;br /&gt;hey-e-ay-e-ay,&lt;br /&gt;oh,u,oh,u,oh,&lt;br /&gt;hey-e-ay-e-ay,&lt;br /&gt;oh,u,oh,u,oh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V01ddp4qGGs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V01ddp4qGGs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Now you're asking for me back, it's just another act, look else where cause you're done with me ! "&lt;br /&gt;"Now it's, Over, but I do admit I'm glad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you , you all.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you right back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-6813200508363600907?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6813200508363600907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=6813200508363600907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6813200508363600907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6813200508363600907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-made-me-do-this.html' title='You made me do this.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STQNy-GUiII/AAAAAAAADKc/5VCiMnJ70K4/s72-c/30-11-08_1919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-694301095834399873</id><published>2008-11-29T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:22:55.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry, please don't make me cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STFQDwg1xQI/AAAAAAAADKU/vWVF-jkeGp8/s1600-h/29-11-08_1617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STFQDwg1xQI/AAAAAAAADKU/vWVF-jkeGp8/s320/29-11-08_1617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274084664120034562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry B, I didn't mean to make you angry. I know I made you angry/disappointed. But really, I didn't mean it, I don't expect that you'll get so angry to the limit that you'd ignore me. I feel so empty right now. I feel so frustrated with my self. I'm really sorry. I miss you damn lot. I'm so disappointed with myself to the extend that I'm not willing to crawl out of my bed knowing that you're still angry with me. I'm sorry my dearest boyfriend. I'm not willing to face this, this feeling, this guiltiness. I'm sorry b, I'm begging you, But please, forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I feel so down with myself. I tried to cheer up myself a little, but I guess it worth nothing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STFQDndNmuI/AAAAAAAADKM/XmLz2Y4ej8w/s1600-h/DSC02947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STFQDndNmuI/AAAAAAAADKM/XmLz2Y4ej8w/s320/DSC02947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274084661688900322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Shila, for today. I hope you like the treat. Our next is Secret Recipe okay? No more swensens. Thanks for trying to cheer myself up too. I hope you and your boyfriend will be just fine.I spend my day shopping with Shila on things for what I wanna make for BF. I'd hope he'll like it when everything's done perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-694301095834399873?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/694301095834399873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=694301095834399873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/694301095834399873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/694301095834399873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sorry-please-dont-make-me-cry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry, please don&apos;t make me cry.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/STFQDwg1xQI/AAAAAAAADKU/vWVF-jkeGp8/s72-c/29-11-08_1617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-8309765044387626007</id><published>2008-11-27T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:37:47.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love you, more than words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SS6-N5W8QHI/AAAAAAAADJ0/APDA8npigD8/s1600-h/feral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SS6-N5W8QHI/AAAAAAAADJ0/APDA8npigD8/s320/feral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273361359642050674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You had never been there for me in the past. Now when I'm gone,you came back running to me when you saw me holding someone's hands. Had you ever think what I felt back in the days? Well, I know you never had. Cause you only want me to understand you. I had enough of crying for you and I had enough of broken hearts. My future is healing my broken heart, putting back each and every pieces back together. Don't try to cut he's way cause there's boundaries everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I won't fall back to the place where I used to be. I'm now all new walking on the path with someone I'm loving and doing so fine. Get used to it. Now you feel what I felt. Now you're realize how bad it is. Or maybe, I felt worst. I know it's hard for you. But it's really time to say goodbye, and forever. To each and everyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left one, and another one. And one more to go, just to explain how terribly I want to let go. Just be prepared. I know it's hard for you, but it's harder for me. Smile now, I'm gone, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SS6-OCwUooI/AAAAAAAADJ8/s9EMtLAjCjs/s1600-h/feral1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SS6-OCwUooI/AAAAAAAADJ8/s9EMtLAjCjs/s320/feral1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273361362164425346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today working day was just fine. Tina being good to me. Hahaha. I'm not sure why though. Anyway, I was beggin Tina that I wanna do settings instead of Coffee And Tea.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Tina, I wanna do settings please, my hands are aching.&lt;br /&gt;Tina : No. (selamber jer deknie kate no.)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Alaaahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Tina : No.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Alaaah, but why?? Why Tina Why? =P *joking voice*&lt;br /&gt;Tina : Because they can't do what you can do.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Huh ??&lt;br /&gt;Tina : They can't serve coffee and tea like how you serve to the guest(s). Friendly and entertaining, it's not easy for other people.&lt;br /&gt;*and walk away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth ! Everyone can be friendly right? Duh. I'm tired of holding coffee and tea. Each and every customer who see my face, will smile and say, " Oh, I want Coffee/Tea please, thank you. " HAHA. Wth. Really, the teapot is heavy.  I need to use two hands somemore. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Just now during lunch was the busiest, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SS6-OSFmapI/AAAAAAAADKE/y6NHth2pIoM/s1600-h/feral2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SS6-OSFmapI/AAAAAAAADKE/y6NHth2pIoM/s320/feral2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273361366280202898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the Banquet, Bar, Manager(s) and head department have to help in serving the people during the Seminar. Wooh, Seriously, I was so lucky that they all are bunch of friendly servers. I really I enjoy working there. But I couldn't take it to wake up every morning just to go to work. And I couldn't take it but hurt my cheeks cause I was smiling all the way. Smiling? Why? Cause everyday, I look at guest(s) it makes me smile that they smile to me. An unbelievable thing is also that the people there could even had just a good day. From an angry expression, turned into a very sweet smile after being so friendly to them. I'm pretty happy though. But I'm tired! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been forgeting to buy a book, so called a diary. I wanna make something with it. Write something on it. That will count, from the the 13th of November 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, anyway, Thaqif is selling he's drums for 250 bucks. Anyone interested? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss b in everyway. =[ B, if you're reading this, just wanna tell that I love you tau. Hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are the movies I'm aiming for after my 6th pay.&lt;br /&gt;1.Quarantine (out)&lt;br /&gt;2.WildChild (out)&lt;br /&gt;3.Muallaf (out)&lt;br /&gt;4.Bed Time Story&lt;br /&gt;5.Yes Man&lt;br /&gt;6.Twilight&lt;br /&gt;7.The day the earth stood still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wanna watch with me? HAHA. Ok, that's all. Take care people. I'm lazy to reply tags. But will soon, on the tag board. :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, to Kak Long, Hahahaha ! Ezad ? Abes ah, I tell your hubby uh. Hahahaha! Ezad da lamer seh kak Long. How about Azhar Sulaiman? Also da lamer seh Kak Long. Tak jelak ke? Hahahha. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-8309765044387626007?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8309765044387626007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=8309765044387626007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/8309765044387626007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/8309765044387626007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you-more-than-words.html' title='I Love you, more than words.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SS6-N5W8QHI/AAAAAAAADJ0/APDA8npigD8/s72-c/feral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-5721955809560983016</id><published>2008-11-26T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:47:02.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with you will never bore me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSw4A3Xu_4I/AAAAAAAADJs/b6s0Z-lRaxA/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSw4A3Xu_4I/AAAAAAAADJs/b6s0Z-lRaxA/s320/DSC00087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272650851258662786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Currently just listening to songs that B just uploaded in he's youtube. Do check out the videos at the end of this post. (: Btw, thanks Fitri, for posting up somethings about me. Hahaha. Really, you are very sweet. Hahahah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSw4AtGBt-I/AAAAAAAADJU/YSU16oHvih0/s1600-h/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSw4AtGBt-I/AAAAAAAADJU/YSU16oHvih0/s320/baby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272650848500037602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway, today was just fun. Had a great time with B. Spending time with him was mostly what I had to treasure. Cause it's gonna be making me miss those moments when we're not meeting. =/ Went to meet B at Dhoby Ghaut mrt station. Off to the cathay and bought Pop corns and drinks. B, thanks for treating the movie tix. (: Hahaha. Anyway, we watched Body of lies. I don't really understand the movie. But somehow I look at it as it is a war movie. hahaha. You know I don't really like war movie. But the thing is , Leonardo Decaprio is one of the the actor, the hero in this film. Hahaha! Hot pe dier. =P Tk lah, b lagi hot. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, went to Macd to have our breakfast/lunch/dinner all together. haha. Well, that's the only meal I had for today. Though, I'm not that hungry. All I was craving for was to meet B. Hahaha. Really. Missing him so much. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting b, went to meet Hidayati at AMK. Accompany her eat at macd too. She look so sick. =/ get well soon sweety. Bought oreo cheesecake and double chocolate for myself. Talk a lot with her and went straight home after that.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great rest for 2 hr, and woke up. Hahaha. Nowadays I don't sleep well. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know, somehow I feel awkward in updating my blog. HAhaha! In a silent way or another, people don't stalk anymore, but the thing is, my cousin(s) do view my blog somehow or another. I do feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paisey &lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. But nevermy, just wish that they won't talk about it when we meet or something. Hahaha. Especially this goes to Munirah, Radiah and Kak Long. Hahahahha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSw4Ac-SS_I/AAAAAAAADJM/t2cGeN6BCKQ/s1600-h/bby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSw4Ac-SS_I/AAAAAAAADJM/t2cGeN6BCKQ/s320/bby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272650844172602354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boy who broughts some good memories and sweet love affair made me go running around the world being so happy. B, thanks for the necklace. It's so sweet of you. Some more, it's a real silver! Oh, I mean the necklace, not the pendant.Haha. B, thanks-lah-sey. Hahaha. I didn't expected it. Cause you never mention to me that you wanna give me something. I was pretty shock. Really, I didn't expect any gifts from you.  You love to make me smile don't you ? Thanks B, although the time we know each other is too fast to judge ourself, but really, you make me feel like everything. Thanks b. There ain't no other man k? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSw4A4eCg_I/AAAAAAAADJk/MXW5WDBMteE/s1600-h/feral1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSw4A4eCg_I/AAAAAAAADJk/MXW5WDBMteE/s320/feral1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272650851553543154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, I think I'm done down here. Tomorrow have to work. Morning shift are killing me! But nevermy. Must work real hard. Hahaha. Starting from tomorrow I won't be going out much. Need to save up money for something. Haha. Take care people, thanks for dropping by, and do tag. It's greatly appreciated. hahahaha. K dah. Enjoy the videos. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_mXbrUx6xus&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_mXbrUx6xus&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/isyTK9dQFLY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/isyTK9dQFLY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nfxbg3cvm2E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nfxbg3cvm2E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-5721955809560983016?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5721955809560983016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=5721955809560983016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5721955809560983016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5721955809560983016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-with-you-will-never-bore-me.html' title='A day with you will never bore me.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSw4A3Xu_4I/AAAAAAAADJs/b6s0Z-lRaxA/s72-c/DSC00087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-5293477773813087826</id><published>2008-11-25T11:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:32:24.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't waste what I have right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SStxN7vuvMI/AAAAAAAADJE/3vXzwSHw8fk/s1600-h/feraledit4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SStxN7vuvMI/AAAAAAAADJE/3vXzwSHw8fk/s320/feraledit4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272432272957422786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello bloggers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently just listening to music. Am not working today as it's an off day for me. So anyway, going to meet b later. After so long, haha. Nevermy the time. It's that at least it's for awhile. Have to treasure the moments cause it might only come once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SStxNkALliI/AAAAAAAADI0/ogNcVK-poBM/s1600-h/P1020684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SStxNkALliI/AAAAAAAADI0/ogNcVK-poBM/s320/P1020684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272432266583971362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was browsing thru my old pictures. And I'm looking at one of my pictures which has Spaghetti Bolognaise or even lasagne! I'm craving for Secret Recipe or Swensens. Damn. =/ Gonna eat there soon, please. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SStxNpv73sI/AAAAAAAADIs/LcfLLhWIhGA/s1600-h/P1020674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SStxNpv73sI/AAAAAAAADIs/LcfLLhWIhGA/s320/P1020674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272432268126445250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I won't update much. I'm pretty lazy to update nowadays. Work has been sucky. I'm nearly fired just because I didn't came for a day and called at a very late time. This really sux. I'm lucky that the manager(s) still give me a chance. I don't know why, but I'm pretty lucky already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SStxN0sJvgI/AAAAAAAADI8/qRny7HO2j7U/s1600-h/P1020508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SStxN0sJvgI/AAAAAAAADI8/qRny7HO2j7U/s320/P1020508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272432271063367170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SStxNZCEw9I/AAAAAAAADIk/YK3F8c_Teak/s1600-h/22-11-08_1550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SStxNZCEw9I/AAAAAAAADIk/YK3F8c_Teak/s320/22-11-08_1550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272432263639122898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Working in the morning with lots of familiar faces are great. I might not know the guest or will even forget the guest(s) face. The good thing is that they remembered me, till even some of them asked.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Good Morning Sir, Mem, Coffee or Tea for you?&lt;br /&gt;Sir : Coffee for me, Tea for my wife please, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yes ofcause. *Gave that big smile, like always.*&lt;br /&gt;Sir : You didn't came to work yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh no, I didn't, how ya know?&lt;br /&gt;Sir : Owh, because we were here yesterday, but didn't see you, and my wife was asking where is that sweet coffee tea girl?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh! Hahaha! I was on MC yesterday and they day before. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Sir : Oh, no wonder, so are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yes I am, feeling really much better now. Thanks for your concern sir. Enjoy your breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;Sir and Mem : Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. The people there are one bunch of happy people. They recognise my face and always have that friendly fancy smile. Ain't much to say, but they are great people who we can get along with. Alright. I think I'm done here. Gonna have a little more sleep and get ready to meet B later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:WHITE;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Sylfaen;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:WHITE;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-5293477773813087826?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5293477773813087826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=5293477773813087826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5293477773813087826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5293477773813087826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wont-waste-what-i-have-right-now.html' title='I won&apos;t waste what I have right now.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SStxN7vuvMI/AAAAAAAADJE/3vXzwSHw8fk/s72-c/feraledit4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-454640686081492294</id><published>2008-11-22T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:59:31.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you, Abdul Thaqif.</title><content type='html'>Rivers of my love run deep, into the valleys of your heart. Neither height, nor depth, Nor mountains too wide, Could show you,The depths of my Love, Way beyond the seas. Through out all eternity, could never show you, the depths of my love, into the sun, far beyond the sky, A thousand tears, That I have cried, Could never show you, The depths of my love,Forgiveness beyond measure, Memories to treasure,Love written as a lullaby, Enchanted dreams of you and I, Could never show you, The depths of my love, Miles and time, Song and rhyme, Money or gain, life or pain,Could never show you, The depths of my love,Loving me, embracing me,Eternally, Will show you the depths of my love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit, thinking only of you, Wondering what is to become of us, Understanding all you have been through, Hoping to slowly gain your trust.&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches for you, and also I yearn I want to understand you, In hopes that I will learn&lt;br /&gt;Your unique and special qualities amaze me.Your smile, Your mind, Your voice, Your eyes, Your hair, Your ability to cheer me up, When you see that I am down.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you go beyond that of words, And at first it didn't seem real, But that just taught me a lesson, In doubting what I feel. It seems I dreamed you into life, And the reason for my stare, The bluest sky, The deepest sea, Don't even compare Hunney, you're very special in every single way, And thoughts of you run through my head every hour of the day. I hope that you will understand, Just how I feel about you I want to be your guiding hand For all that you go through, cause I'm always here, for you, B. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-454640686081492294?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/454640686081492294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=454640686081492294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/454640686081492294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/454640686081492294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-you-abdul-thaqif.html' title='For you, Abdul Thaqif.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-7531472602960597571</id><published>2008-11-22T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:49:22.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're unlike any other.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSbz4hxDxnI/AAAAAAAADIU/svcEumAerc4/s1600-h/feral23346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSbz4hxDxnI/AAAAAAAADIU/svcEumAerc4/s320/feral23346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271168566346106482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;B made me smile today. I was sleeping, but he messaged me. Here it goes. Haha. I love him ! The more I think, he'd sacrifice he's money just to message me from malaysia. B, thanks for trying to communicate with me. How I wish you were by my side, b. Muackz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thaqif : &lt;/span&gt;B..i tk jadi balek sgp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feral :&lt;/span&gt; B.. Tk jadi alek sg? ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thaqif : &lt;/span&gt;Tknk alek sgp..nk kawen pompan msia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feral :&lt;/span&gt; B.. Sampai hati u.. Dun rep me anymore. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thaqif :&lt;/span&gt; B!!!i besok balek ah.maen2 aje b..i syg you b..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feral : &lt;/span&gt;Hehe. I tahu u maen2.. I pon syg u.. I wanna hug u.. Hee. I love u so much b.. I wanna be by ur side forever.. Muackz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thaqif :&lt;/span&gt; Aww..hehe.b,tadi i gi massage tau..i ru alek nie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feral : &lt;/span&gt;Haha.. Ye ke.. Suke org pegang badan u? I massage kn tknk.. Hmph.. Hehe.. B.. Cpt2 alek k? Da sampai sg msti call i.. Psl i rindu dgr suara u.. Tapi aft 3.. I bis keje at 3 tmr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thaqif :&lt;/span&gt; B,tol u nk urut i?bleyy.np..hehe..i tunggu k?and besok i alek naek coach tau b..flight da takde tempat..i naek coach kol 3:30..pai sgp at abt 7 ah b..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feral :&lt;/span&gt; Owh.. 7pm? B.. Haiz lamer nyr.. Cnnt wait seh ..Tapi tkpe.. Untuk u, I will wait.. B,, I syg u sorg tau.. Ive gt so much to tell u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thaqif :&lt;/span&gt; Hehe.me too b!!serious.i pat msia, bnyk org knal..pasal youtube b..haha.especially minahs2..haha..bt b,cume you je dalam fikiran i..i tk abes2 think of u je..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feral : &lt;/span&gt;Hehehehe.. B.. No one cn take me frm u.. I gotta tell u sumtings wen u return.. I want u to knw that I've gave my whole piece of heart b.. Ure the king in my heart..B.. Wen I meet u, I wanna hug u tightly, and tell u that i will only keep u in my heart b..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thaqif :&lt;/span&gt; Aww..b..im so freaking lucky to have you in my life..ur name is etched in my heart b..it states "nurul umirah"..b, promise me we will never be apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feral : &lt;/span&gt;B, i promise.. my heart will always be for u.. Trust me b.. No one cn replace u.. I wanna born ur babies and wanna grow old with u by my side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thaqif : &lt;/span&gt;Aww..me too bby..i wanna make you happy forever bby..i wanna make u satisfied being with me b..i want u to trust me in loving you bby..i swear i love you bby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feral :&lt;/span&gt; I swear i love u too b..Thanks for letting me out of the miseries before this.. Thanks for lifting me up frm getting hurt.. B, u are my everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thaqif : &lt;/span&gt;I am honored b..b,i wanna sleep..gdnyte ayg..talk to you tmr aite b?i love you bby..mwah!!*ehem ehem*lol mcm paham je kan. k b..nytes..imy..ily..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feral :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hehehehehe *Ehem ehem* Have a gd rest syg.. Tmr u'd see me being the happiest girl on earth wen i hear ur voice.. hehe. muackz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSbz4_Pk1AI/AAAAAAAADIc/7ZSEdPbrdS8/s1600-h/a+love+so+true.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSbz4_Pk1AI/AAAAAAAADIc/7ZSEdPbrdS8/s320/a+love+so+true.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271168574258729986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How sweet of him eh ? Hehe. Some stalker out there have been trying to get thru my blog. I've been seeing that someone have been going to Thaqif's account to look at my blog, again and again. Hahha. I can already guess who. But nevermy, I don't wanna accuse. So it's alright. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B, gonna come back ! *hug you tightly* :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-7531472602960597571?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7531472602960597571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=7531472602960597571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/7531472602960597571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/7531472602960597571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/youre-unlike-any-other.html' title='You&apos;re unlike any other.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSbz4hxDxnI/AAAAAAAADIU/svcEumAerc4/s72-c/feral23346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-1239005490184854890</id><published>2008-11-21T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:50:55.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your voice are like my sound track of the summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSa8eOLxB4I/AAAAAAAADIM/-CLaTbEvvG4/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSa8eOLxB4I/AAAAAAAADIM/-CLaTbEvvG4/s320/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271107641273288578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work this morning. Work for two hours, and the manager Venessa let me go home since I'm not feeling well. Thanks Venessa. On the way home. The train is empty. So little people inside. I decided to sleep. I really did fall deep asleep. Haha. anyway, reached home and get a very good rest. Now onlining, but going to have a rest later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Saturday. Hopefully B will come home. I'm missing him badly. Damn it. I've got so many to tell. So little time, so many stories and so much craps. I miss him, really. I hope he's doing just fine. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rindu b..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I'm tired. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-1239005490184854890?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1239005490184854890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=1239005490184854890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/1239005490184854890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/1239005490184854890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/your-voice-are-like-my-sound-track-of.html' title='Your voice are like my sound track of the summer.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSa8eOLxB4I/AAAAAAAADIM/-CLaTbEvvG4/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-5359944300967301478</id><published>2008-11-21T05:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:13:32.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up and down, side by side. one only in my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the f*ck was I thinking! Damn! I hate you, really. I don't need you, you're fake, you lied! You make me feel so terrible right now. I hate you. So much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSXSo6s2iXI/AAAAAAAADIA/7t1vVkL23tI/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSXSo6s2iXI/AAAAAAAADIA/7t1vVkL23tI/s320/Picture0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270850539301013874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh btw,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not refering to you guys, nor my dearest boyfriend. I'm referring to, someone. Ergh. Irritating eh. Hahha. I'm still not asleep. And this is my 2nd post for the day. I'll be going out to work soon. I didn't sleep from just now. I'm tired, but I just can't sleep for now. All the way I was thinking about the problems that I'm facing. Damn this is freaking me up. Why the hell is this happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermy, I must be strong. Nothing should bother me now. =/&lt;br /&gt;I miss Abdul Thaqif, badly. Haish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-5359944300967301478?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5359944300967301478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=5359944300967301478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5359944300967301478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5359944300967301478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/up-and-down-side-by-side-one-only-in-my.html' title='up and down, side by side. one only in my heart.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSXSo6s2iXI/AAAAAAAADIA/7t1vVkL23tI/s72-c/Picture0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-5314018158171505999</id><published>2008-11-21T01:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:06:12.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I was born to love someone like you, Thaqif.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWjBeWn-7I/AAAAAAAADHY/Acv3mbKp9fQ/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWjBeWn-7I/AAAAAAAADHY/Acv3mbKp9fQ/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270798184630188978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today had a great day with Best friend, Hayry. Thought of bringing Eeera along. But she changed her mind when I was about to buy tickets for movie. =/ So had fun watching Beverly Hills Chihuahua. Hayry's treat for movie, my treat for eating. So anyway, Hayry teached me how to do cards! Damn now I can trick u people! Muahahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures at the end of photos, including pictures taken yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B messaged me half an hour ago. I'm pretty happy though. Each and every seconds of my day reminds me of him. How I wish he was back. Damn only god knows how much I've been missing him. I miss going out with him, movies, funs, talks and everything nice. Damn. Gotta endure it till he's back. B, cepat pulang ya? =[ I hope you get my message just now. Only god knows how much I miss you B. Rindu sangat2. Sayang sangat2 pade you. I don't know why, but the more I think about you, the more i forget about my past and the more I spend my self thinking about you, the more I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;B, the messages you sent to me, are all saved in my phone. I must read it every day just to know that you do think of me. Hehe. But what ever it is, B, I sayang you k? I know what I've done. But don't worry. Nothing makes my heart melts like you does. No one can replace you now B. I'm yours, forever. Thanks B, for keep thinking of me although you're far from my sight. This heart still beats for you B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta make a card for Kak Lily. Saturday is her birthday. Haha. But tomorrow I gotta wake up early. I'm working tomorrow !!! DAMN. =[ But nevermy. Gotta be strong. Cause tomorrow Tina's not working. Woooohoo~ HAHAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK dah. Check out those photos alright? Anyway, I will change my photo blog, blogskin asap. And I'll post up some new pictures alright? I'll tell you guys asap when I'm done with it. So now just enjoy some of this photos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWjCSgDipI/AAAAAAAADHo/WdYgkmCWMzE/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWjCSgDipI/AAAAAAAADHo/WdYgkmCWMzE/s320/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270798198628387474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bestfriend, My dairy, My Hairy, My goodfriend!&lt;br /&gt;The once that people say, Intan Nuraini &amp;amp; Irwansyah! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWjB0X8owI/AAAAAAAADHg/yzDHrfpFPRY/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWjB0X8owI/AAAAAAAADHg/yzDHrfpFPRY/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270798190541316866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWjq0qm3XI/AAAAAAAADH4/ewECFF1Abfk/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWjq0qm3XI/AAAAAAAADH4/ewECFF1Abfk/s320/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270798894994218354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hayry Gangster! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWjqww1iLI/AAAAAAAADHw/oVuyj8j0QWk/s1600-h/P1020709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWjqww1iLI/AAAAAAAADHw/oVuyj8j0QWk/s320/P1020709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270798893946603698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEHE ! Mcm kat studio.(bottom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWjBJSBtOI/AAAAAAAADHI/ovY58rtt_Pw/s1600-h/P1020660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWjBJSBtOI/AAAAAAAADHI/ovY58rtt_Pw/s320/P1020660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270798178973758690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWiey7RXNI/AAAAAAAADHA/WbiuozXOLqY/s1600-h/P1020658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWiey7RXNI/AAAAAAAADHA/WbiuozXOLqY/s320/P1020658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270797588857183442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWieqHO1zI/AAAAAAAADG4/RYyZV4IWszA/s1600-h/P1020657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWieqHO1zI/AAAAAAAADG4/RYyZV4IWszA/s320/P1020657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270797586491430706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWieWrSd4I/AAAAAAAADGo/XRPhuaKQeBg/s1600-h/P1020707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWieWrSd4I/AAAAAAAADGo/XRPhuaKQeBg/s320/P1020707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270797581273954178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWiePldpUI/AAAAAAAADGg/xDXpfwO05-I/s1600-h/P1020693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWiePldpUI/AAAAAAAADGg/xDXpfwO05-I/s320/P1020693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270797579370472770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kental face. (below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWhrym1-2I/AAAAAAAADGY/uIzDft68Uf0/s1600-h/P1020692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWhrym1-2I/AAAAAAAADGY/uIzDft68Uf0/s320/P1020692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270796712598174562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWhrveEOrI/AAAAAAAADGQ/YXhIQI9g8ak/s1600-h/P1020707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWhrveEOrI/AAAAAAAADGQ/YXhIQI9g8ak/s320/P1020707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270796711756053170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWhrsDjcnI/AAAAAAAADGI/Awzn6V90_Jc/s1600-h/P1020693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWhUe5ZAUI/AAAAAAAADFQ/SfZG1cOr3tM/s320/P1020656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270796312170266946" 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/36041451-5314018158171505999?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5314018158171505999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=5314018158171505999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5314018158171505999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5314018158171505999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/cause-i-was-born-to-love-someone-like.html' title='Cause I was born to love someone like you, Thaqif.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSWjBeWn-7I/AAAAAAAADHY/Acv3mbKp9fQ/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-4942164796091387771</id><published>2008-11-19T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:57:16.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys like Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSRQDhJcN_I/AAAAAAAADEw/NHN4Mt3ok4k/s1600-h/DSC07275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSRQDhJcN_I/AAAAAAAADEw/NHN4Mt3ok4k/s320/DSC07275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270425485298120690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss b. Really. Ain't joking. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B called me yesterday. I didn't call him purposely. It was an accident. Hahaha. Then he called me, when he was at Genting ! Omg. Hahhaa. Hearing he's voice, make me feel so secure. (Chey) hahahaha. :P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSRQDX-dUWI/AAAAAAAADEo/hQsHZPQkM90/s1600-h/feral+%26+thqif2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSRQDX-dUWI/AAAAAAAADEo/hQsHZPQkM90/s320/feral+%26+thqif2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270425482836136290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edited by dearest Fitri. (: Thanks sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, 3 days straight, he sent me goodnight message. I realize one thing, he never forget me when he's out there enjoying. Same to me. I keep thinking , does he think of me when he's out there? Cause even though I'm working, I still feel sad cause I can't take it missing B so much. Hahaha. B.. I keep reading the messages that you sent. B, so sweet of you. Eventually, you can't imagine how I miss you too B. And wish that you would come back, asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was just fine. I woke up at 5am and get ready. Went off to board the train at around 6. Reached there around  6.45.. I was late! Hahaha. During changing clothes at the ladies room, I head people are talking about an Ang Mo man rush into Ladies room yesterday and break the lockers and steal things. And guess what, the one who report it was my dear cousin name Eeera, aka Munirah. HAHAHA. Omg. I was talking about it to people when suddenly my cousin was the one who witness the man. Hahhaa. (Ps; She told me that the ang mo man is pretty hot!!!!!) Hahahaha! Yarh ryte. Some more, she was alone when she saw that man. If she didn't saw that man, confirm.... Abes ah .. (tsk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSRQDyqQs0I/AAAAAAAADE4/2grfIHlTdHs/s1600-h/feraledit9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSRQDyqQs0I/AAAAAAAADE4/2grfIHlTdHs/s320/feraledit9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270425489999180610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSRQD7do1MI/AAAAAAAADFA/Tad-_jc_6-c/s1600-h/feraledit10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSRQD7do1MI/AAAAAAAADFA/Tad-_jc_6-c/s320/feraledit10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270425492362155202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha. Anyway, work ends at 3.15 today. Get change, take my pay, and off to meet cousin Eeera. Went to Wisma to buy birthday present for Kak Lily and off to Dhoby Ghaut. Went to PS to watch Tropic Thunder and went to eat at Secret Recipe. Had a spegghetti bologniase for myself. It's been so long since I last ate it. Hahaha. After that, went to Cwp to search for some stuff. Then went home. I'm tired. I feel like sleeping., But I'm still planning to go out and watch a movie instead of going for Hisham's pit. =/ I'm not really sure about hidayati.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayati is officially attached with my cousin. (OMG!!) hahahaha. :P Last long okay, jage Aidil baek2 tau. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss babes, SOO MUCH !!!! =[ Jom jumpe !!! Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm done! Tomorrow going out to catch a movie. With who? For me to know, for you to find out. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I MISS B SO MUCH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSRQEHoN3ZI/AAAAAAAADFI/J3pIvt1CLSM/s1600-h/feraledit12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSRQEHoN3ZI/AAAAAAAADFI/J3pIvt1CLSM/s320/feraledit12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270425495627750802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sorry, but I'm gone. I don't wanna waste my new fresh life now. Cause I've got only one in my heart. I can't divide it cause I don't wanna regret it anymore. I'm sorry, but this is what I choose. I don't wanna talk anymore, cause I'm not willing to put any high hopes anymore. So move on. Cause I'm leading a happy moments with my bf. Oh btw, I'm not referring this to anyone with the name start with M ends with I Or even M ends with O. I'm referring to Z ends with N. I'm sorry, I have too. At least I'm trying to avoiding everything bad from happening. So please understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS ; I know this girl is viewing my blog. Sweety, view me often won't bring you any good. Why so Busy body about me life eh? hahaha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-4942164796091387771?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4942164796091387771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=4942164796091387771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4942164796091387771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4942164796091387771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/boys-like-girls.html' title='Boys like Girls'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSRQDhJcN_I/AAAAAAAADEw/NHN4Mt3ok4k/s72-c/DSC07275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-2213910455846909685</id><published>2008-11-18T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:56:30.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feral Syg Semuanya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSGvudpBnyI/AAAAAAAADEI/MvRNQrc34YU/s1600-h/feraledit1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSGvudpBnyI/AAAAAAAADEI/MvRNQrc34YU/s320/feraledit1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269686251765735202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So hello people.&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to some songs and feeling really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B had already took his flight. He just messaged me saying goodnight. Aww, b, I'm gonna miss you. =[ 6 days is very long tau. Haiz. Hahaha. KK. Stop it. So today, will be working in the morning. Yesterday, monday, work was pretty tough for me. First day of morning shift is really tiring. Damn, only god knows much I hate working the morning with some people. Overall it's okay-lah cause there's also some friendly people like Kak Linda. Kak Linda very small and cute. Really, friendly too. She guided me along as well. But as for the Tina, she was kinda making me pissed off. Its my first day of working in the morning shift, but she doesn't really care. She only think that I'm already experience. =.= So next morning, if she ask me to do coffee and tea, I'll just do coffee and tea. And If the customer wants milk, I'll just ignore. (If I can.) Cause I'll confirm feel a little guilty. Damn. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSGvusfhXkI/AAAAAAAADEQ/61v9wOesWYU/s1600-h/feraledit6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSGvusfhXkI/AAAAAAAADEQ/61v9wOesWYU/s320/feraledit6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269686255752404546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after work just now, Eeera fetch me. Met Hidayati and gave her 25 bucks. And off went to eat at Carl's Jr. That's my first time eating there. Haha. Bought some accesories at chamelon too. Planning to wear fake eyelashes since I bought a new one already. Put in some money in my account cause I gotta pay Umaira and Syaza's money. Also to pay my bill. Wow, I got so many debts eh? Hahhaha. Never had this been into this situation before. I mean, having debts. Hahha. Gosh. Hahaha. Right. This is gonna be the first and the last. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSGvuxsb8OI/AAAAAAAADEY/ZZKtN82qH4c/s1600-h/feraledit7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSGvuxsb8OI/AAAAAAAADEY/ZZKtN82qH4c/s320/feraledit7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269686257148752098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSGvvMu9y1I/AAAAAAAADEg/98rOFKjlrlg/s1600-h/feraledit8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSGvvMu9y1I/AAAAAAAADEg/98rOFKjlrlg/s320/feraledit8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269686264407116626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I went to sleep at around 8. I woke up twice. Slept back at around 9 and woke up around 11. I don't know why. But work is making me feel very very tired. I need to wake up at 5 later. No it's already 2am. Gosh. Haha. Nevermy, I can do it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I bumped into Annie just now. She's so small and cute ! hehhh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSGvuQFajeI/AAAAAAAADEA/FDAd6mFTjIw/s1600-h/feral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSGvuQFajeI/AAAAAAAADEA/FDAd6mFTjIw/s320/feral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269686248126713314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's all for today. Oh yarh, do check out &lt;a href="http://www.feralgraphy.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.feralgraphy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for new photos. Don't forget to tag alright? :D Goodnight people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-2213910455846909685?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2213910455846909685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=2213910455846909685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/2213910455846909685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/2213910455846909685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/feral-syg-semuanya.html' title='Feral Syg Semuanya.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SSGvudpBnyI/AAAAAAAADEI/MvRNQrc34YU/s72-c/feraledit1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-5456597319143225656</id><published>2008-11-16T13:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:36:07.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR-9lnbGZ4I/AAAAAAAADBw/tN1_yvvYw4o/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR-9lnbGZ4I/AAAAAAAADBw/tN1_yvvYw4o/s320/DSC00002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269138542982227842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was the most bad day after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happen. I planned to go to town with Hidayati accompanying me. It started out to be good. And oh, I bought a new white shoes!! Wanna see? Scroll down a little. Hahaha. Then I also bought some accessories at Chamelon. It started out to be just nice, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR-9lMKunJI/AAAAAAAADBg/IbxWRNv9j3A/s1600-h/16-11-08_1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR-9lMKunJI/AAAAAAAADBg/IbxWRNv9j3A/s320/16-11-08_1405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269138535665802386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR-9kkVSqwI/AAAAAAAADBY/7FwASOmFVSo/s1600-h/16-11-08_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR-9kkVSqwI/AAAAAAAADBY/7FwASOmFVSo/s320/16-11-08_1404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269138524972690178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, went to the toilet, I left my wallet above the tissue box. It contains over 100bucks inside. 2 $50 note and some $2 notes. Even some coins too. I forget to bring it, and guess what, after reaching to the perfume shop, I was just about to buy the perfume for my mum, a misfortune happened to me. My wallet wasn't with me. I rushed back, bare-footed to Far east toilet. I find there's no wallet. Went to the receptionist. And get my wallet back, without ANY single NOTE. I was about the broke down. The 100+ money is my mum's. I've got no guts to tell her that I lost her money. That's so irresponsible of me. Cause I had never lost any thing inside my wallet. That's like my first ever time. I was feeling like begging to people for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily, babes and hidayati is there. The fork out some money to buy my mum the perfume. I rushed back to woodlands to get the money. Thanks a lot, Hidayati, Syaza and Umaira. I'm fortunate to havey ou guys as my friends. without you guys, I don't know what can I do. Thanks to the one who steal my money, and return me back my Ic, ezlink, Posb card, Doctor card and some things. And thanks for returning that brand new wallet that was just used like only 4 or 5 days ago. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. How careless I could be? Damn, Thanks to Hidayati for being there for me when I was really in need. I didn't expected to be this way. She saw her self that in my wallet have over 100 bucks. But we both didn't expected that I'd lost my wallet just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR-9mIQIirI/AAAAAAAADB4/OBXZIHfCGjo/s1600-h/DSC02868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR-9mIQIirI/AAAAAAAADB4/OBXZIHfCGjo/s320/DSC02868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269138551794600626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, went to work. It started out to be good. I'm lucky to be placed with a bunch of friendly people. Lawrence and Gerard were always disturbing. Thilex didn't off yesterday. So it's like a little unbusy. I love working in the back. Cause it's kinda easier. Just top-up some things and help out. So anyway, you know, I was feeling some how bad cause I lost my money earlier. Then there's this customer made me so pissed off. She was not happy because one of the waitress forget to refill the ice water for them. So I went to the kitchen to get the ice water. As a waitress, I must show that I'm a kind person right? So here goes it.&lt;br /&gt;*Top-up-ing their drinks*&lt;br /&gt;The man - "Erm, do the tea or coffee comes with the buffet?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "No, we serve the drinks for you. Sir, do you want and tea or coffee or.."&lt;br /&gt;The man - "Yes please. Can you get me a cup of tea?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Yes sir, how about you mam?"&lt;br /&gt;The woman - *Ignores*&lt;br /&gt;The man - "Do you want any coffee or tea?"&lt;br /&gt;The woman - *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Then I'll just get you a cup of tea sir?"&lt;br /&gt;The man - "Yes please,thanks."&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. WTV. REALLY. I was feeling frustrated, but I was in good tone.&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen, I was praying hard to god to stop me from feeling much frustrated. So I made a tea for the man.&lt;br /&gt;Me - " A cup of tea sir, and here's the milk. "&lt;br /&gt;The man - "Yes, thank you."&lt;br /&gt;The woman - "Erm, can I have a cup of coffee please?"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Yes mam, one coffee for you coming right up."&lt;br /&gt;The woman - *smiled*&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was relieved. HAHA. My pray to god works eventually. Hahaha. How sweet. Served the coffee. And went to the kitchen to eat the Nasi Goreng that the chef made. Lawrence took one of the nasi Goreng. Actually the other nasi goreng was meant for me. But since Becy have not eaten yet, I shared half of it with. I know, hotel food isn't that nice. Only the sushi(s) are my favourite. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of work yesterday, I was disturbed my some sms(s). Not only from 1 or 2 person. Somehow I was feeling down. Thanks to Gerard and Lawrence for trying to cheer me up, like really, thanks eh. Haha. Kenny was so helpful. He made me my voucher. As he is the manager, so I was kinda happy lah. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home yesterday with Kak Lily. Reached home, talk otp with b and webcam too. Slept late. That makes me woke up late today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR--flyQG4I/AAAAAAAADCA/-qEtanug5II/s1600-h/thaqif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR--flyQG4I/AAAAAAAADCA/-qEtanug5II/s320/thaqif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269139538974874498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, done for yesterday. So today is just fine. Going work later at around 4+. So yeap. B going m'sia tomorrow night. why do I always have to separate with the one that I love when we're just new? Hahaha. Nevermy, it's only distance. I hope it's not the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR-9lUamDrI/AAAAAAAADBo/PI53p02Pq7c/s1600-h/FCUKFS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR-9lUamDrI/AAAAAAAADBo/PI53p02Pq7c/s320/FCUKFS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269138537879834290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway, I'm sure u guys heard about friendster thingy right? Friendster friends. Mine is from 1300+ decreased to 26 friends. Haha. Add me back alright people ? It's feralbabe5@hotmail.com / &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/feralbabe5"&gt;www.friendster.com/feralbabe5&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="220" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kctggho5k00&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kctggho5k00&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="220" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh I want to let you know&lt;br /&gt;That I'll always love you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think about&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that you would just open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I love you (I love you baby, I love you to girl) I need you (I need you too)&lt;br /&gt;So please don't throw our love away (forgive me girl, Don't throw our love away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day you and I snuck away to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I knew from that night something special went on&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the first kiss&lt;br /&gt;You told me that nobody else in the world made you feel this&lt;br /&gt;I felt the same way too but nothing stays the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I'm sorry for the pain&lt;br /&gt;You were the one that always made things right&lt;br /&gt;I promise you this though you got a friend for life&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day we can try it again&lt;br /&gt;And maybe things can be a little different&lt;br /&gt;So lets just kiss and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I really cant stand the pain of seeing you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given everything (given everything)&lt;br /&gt;I loved you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;br /&gt;I've given everything (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I loved you endlessly (oooh)&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's mine is yours that's what I said&lt;br /&gt;Treat you with love and respect in everyway&lt;br /&gt;You wanted I gave you need me I was there&lt;br /&gt;Now you treat me like if I'm not here&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I need you don't want to let go&lt;br /&gt;If you want somebody else please let me know&lt;br /&gt;Can't take it no more I feel I'm dying inside&lt;br /&gt;Is this the price I pay for handing you my life?&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not perfect but I truly care&lt;br /&gt;So when you wake up one morning and I'm not there&lt;br /&gt;Jus remember I loved you it will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Gave you everything and you threw it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given everything (given everything)&lt;br /&gt;I loved you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;br /&gt;I've given everything (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I loved you endlessly (oooh)&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my good and my bad&lt;br /&gt;My heart and my soul,&lt;br /&gt;My trust my money my time,&lt;br /&gt;What more could you ask from a man&lt;br /&gt;Even when times were hard&lt;br /&gt;I held out my arms and held you&lt;br /&gt;Even accepted you through whatever weather&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm feelin we're at the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;Whatever we had now I got to let go&lt;br /&gt;Nights like this I wish raindrops would fall&lt;br /&gt;To cover my tears&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could replace all those wasted years&lt;br /&gt;Of loving someone who couldn't love me back&lt;br /&gt;And now again I got to start from scratch&lt;br /&gt;But I know I've given you my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given everything (given everything)&lt;br /&gt;I loved you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;br /&gt;I've given everything (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I loved you endlessly (oooh)&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even notice me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-5456597319143225656?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5456597319143225656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=5456597319143225656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5456597319143225656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5456597319143225656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/notice-me.html' title='Notice me.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR-9lnbGZ4I/AAAAAAAADBw/tN1_yvvYw4o/s72-c/DSC00002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-1940970259920972136</id><published>2008-11-15T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:55:49.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had give you everything, but all that is not yours anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR45wc7VSNI/AAAAAAAADBA/luZZV9Ljt5k/s1600-h/SNC00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR45wc7VSNI/AAAAAAAADBA/luZZV9Ljt5k/s320/SNC00162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268712118631614674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello fellas blogger. Good thing that friendster is having maintenance, or not really maintenance. It's that it can't be load. Even some of my friend's friendster is like that. Yours too right? HAHA. Why? Cause it makes me far away from the laptop. Seriously. Usually I use laptop to check my friendster more.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR45wo125PI/AAAAAAAADBQ/4NPttyHvCV0/s1600-h/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR45wo125PI/AAAAAAAADBQ/4NPttyHvCV0/s320/DSC02188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268712121829876978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway, yesterday met Hidayati first. Went to McCafe and accompany her to change and stuff. How sweet of her to send me home after that. Yesterday the restaurant was not packed at all. It's really little people. And It's so boring. Hahaha. I'm not sure why. But I guess today must be a lot of people. Believe me, it's weekends. All the rich people want to eat at restaurant. Haha. Thinking of foods, I'm starving. =/ Haha. So after work, was supposed to go home straight. But eventually I met cousin and friend. Bought Fillet O Fish meal for myself since I'm really hungry. Then went to Taka to seat around with them. Took cab to Clark Quey first to send cousin since cousin going to Zouk. Sent Hidayati to Mustafa centre since she's meeting her parents there. Then off home. The taxi driver was friendly. Really caring though. When I reach under my block. The taxi driver said he'll look for me from the far until I go in the lift. And will hope that no one will follow me back. Haha. Sweet per? Haha. Yeah. So yesterday reached home around 1+. Talk with b otp forawhile. B is going for a holidays from monday till saturday. And I'm gonna be working. And it's so boring. =[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR45wZfBtsI/AAAAAAAADBI/MFD8A2Tsfno/s1600-h/61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR45wZfBtsI/AAAAAAAADBI/MFD8A2Tsfno/s320/61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268712117707585218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad just sent granny to the terminal. I'm going meet Hidayati first later. Hey you guys know what? I hang out more with Hidayati than the babes. Hahaha. It's so hard eh to contact the babes. Since Hidayati is working at town too, I hang out more with her. Nevermy, there must be a time I'll meeting the babes. Rindu uh, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I've got sooo many stories to tell you guys. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K done. bye bye people. Thanks a lot for dropping by. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tags Reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;15 Nov 08, 10:34&lt;br /&gt;nyniie: heyy cwits! relink me(;&lt;br /&gt;-Relinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Nov 08, 00:08&lt;br /&gt;Sitty: go out soon! soooooon! :D&lt;br /&gt;15 Nov 08, 00:07&lt;br /&gt;Sitty: anyways, that happy baby whatever whatever is ME"D HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah, we going to send Hazmie to Air port right? Hahaha. Hopefully I'm not working.. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Nov 08, 21:46&lt;br /&gt;fitri: do you have msn feral?(:&lt;br /&gt;-Yes I do have msn sweety. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Nov 08, 17:10&lt;br /&gt;Aqy: Your bf is Thaqif? Serious or what? Tell me all about it : D&lt;br /&gt;-YES. Faster talk to me. Tell me when are you guys free. I want all my babes to know my story. HEHEE. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-1940970259920972136?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1940970259920972136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=1940970259920972136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/1940970259920972136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/1940970259920972136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-give-you-everything-but-all-that.html' title='I had give you everything, but all that is not yours anymore.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR45wc7VSNI/AAAAAAAADBA/luZZV9Ljt5k/s72-c/SNC00162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-6034523374776350115</id><published>2008-11-14T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:51:02.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes around, comes around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR0Rl-unlcI/AAAAAAAADA4/CR6zwFn4YFI/s1600-h/raya26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR0Rl-unlcI/AAAAAAAADA4/CR6zwFn4YFI/s320/raya26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268386483284710850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR0Rlrkk7ZI/AAAAAAAADAw/jD4ChGiBESE/s1600-h/l_22ddf1a4d1364c7682b08425681f159b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR0Rlrkk7ZI/AAAAAAAADAw/jD4ChGiBESE/s320/l_22ddf1a4d1364c7682b08425681f159b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268386478142320018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR0RlIlq6qI/AAAAAAAADAo/L07SUBmzhpI/s1600-h/SNC00175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR0RlIlq6qI/AAAAAAAADAo/L07SUBmzhpI/s320/SNC00175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268386468751665826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm so bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; B have not been replying my message, for I don't know why and what's wrong. =/ B's blog is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;. Since that is his favourite colour. Hahaha. B, I never mean it when I say it's a gay colour. I was just kidding lah B.. Hee.. Friendster is having maintenance. It's irritating when friendster is doing such maintenance during this hour cause later I'm going to work. I need a black working skirt asap sia. Damn. Who could accompany be to find a new working skirt? Maybe at this fashion? Dhouby Ghaut or Ang Mo Kio? Or maybe Tampines? But that's too far. Gahhhhs. This is making my nerves up. I don't know somehow I feel very angry. Hahaha. Ok, Crazy I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just because I'm so bored and nothing to do eventually. Granny woke up in the morning and didn't close the bed room door. Oh, I was sleeping soundly but the noise my parents and granny are making woke me up. Text Hubby but he replied at 12. And I received a call. I was just about to answer it, but it's already missed. Damn. Hahaha. Then when I reply b's message. He never reply me till now. =/ So anyway, I am listening to the song 'Karma'. Haha. I'm kinda bored. Really. Haiya.. Ok ... This is what I'm gonna do. Since I'm really bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm going to eat later,I saw mum cooked sambal tumis udang. It looks so delicious like yum yum. Maybe after that gonna watch some dvds.But I gotta got ready for work at around 3. Cause at 4 I'm going to work. Hopefully I got the uniform from other auntie instead of the auntie that used to complaint about skirt at blouse and wtv fck. Hopefully today Eeera is working. Or maybe not, maybe Kak Lily working. At least I got a friend. Hopefully I got my pay today. I need to pay dad 62 bucks cause I made the bill so high. Muahahaha. The first time I get a high bill. Seriously. Never had a very high bill like over 40. Usually my bill is less than 40. But this time, it's $92. Dad was frustrated with me. Hahaha. Nevermy, I'd pay my dad 62 bucks first. The rest of the money will be used for some other things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ATTENTION TO BABES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I miss my babes real much. It's been weeks I have never met them. I'll plan out some days to meet you guys alright ? I'll message ya guys soon. And hopefully you guys will be free on that day. I miss you guys, like real much. There's so much things I wanna share. Seriously. =[&lt;br /&gt;Do tell me when are you guys free okay. Go tag my blog. Faster. Ape lagi? Mesti Shila, Umaira, Syaza or Aqilah be reading this. So go tag me and give me the dates when you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Now I feel relief. Finally B replied my message. HEHE. K, I'm going to pack up some things. And eat . And iron my clothes. And bath. And get ready for work. And off to orchard. And don't know lah. Work work work. Nevermy. Gonna serve more ang mo today. Oh and i hope they won't ask me to serve and beers or wines. Or hopefully they won't order any drinks that is difficult to do. So today I'm thinking to just serve drinks and top up drinks. And maybe help along too. Hahaha.. Ok2. I'm done here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-6034523374776350115?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6034523374776350115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=6034523374776350115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6034523374776350115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6034523374776350115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-bored.html' title='What goes around, comes around.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SR0Rl-unlcI/AAAAAAAADA4/CR6zwFn4YFI/s72-c/raya26.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-4638010238024582435</id><published>2008-11-14T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:58:01.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I kept you in my heart, you never had app. it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRxd2Mu7zZI/AAAAAAAADAY/PT1XWeAwNpE/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRxd2Mu7zZI/AAAAAAAADAY/PT1XWeAwNpE/s320/DSC00037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268188849829039506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today was just fine. Thanks eh for tagging? Hahaha, Anyway, I'll reply your tags at the end of these entry okay.Went out at around 1pm. Nenek reached my home just as when I wanna go out. I carried her bag to my room. And now, she's sleeping soundly beside me. :P&lt;br /&gt;So let me just summarize my entry up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRxd0v2aeBI/AAAAAAAAC_4/aPWyAmz8yKM/s1600-h/thecoffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRxd0v2aeBI/AAAAAAAAC_4/aPWyAmz8yKM/s320/thecoffin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268188824895911954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway, met B around 2 at Dhouby Ghaut. Walked to Cathay and buy tickets for the movie 'The coffin'. Went to find a f&amp;amp;b places. But couldn't find the nearest. So we ended up staying at one place and wait for the time. After the movie. Went to PS to find some where to eat. But Thaqif's sis was late. Hahaha. She's actually waiting at Cathay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Sitty and Ainaa there. Really, I didn't expect to meet them there although I told them I'm going to meet them later, at night. Hahaha. But then, I met them at around 6+. Separate with B. Went to town with my cousins and went to eat at Cahaya. Saw Eerah there too. Heee. After that, separate with them and went to meet Hidayati. Followed by Abang Aidil. K, Abang Aidil is also my cousin. Hahaha. He's parents and my parents are sepupu jauh. I think ah. HAHA. And they are all connected. LOL. So anyway, he came late. Ended up meeting him later and off home at around 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;In the mrt, saw Zahid. HAha. He pranked call me sia. HAHA. But overall he came to me , and we talked a lot. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Check out Hidayati's blog for our video. HAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, if you did already, you'll know who's my boyfriend right? Hahaha. Yeap, it's pretty obvious already. My boyfriend is, Abdul Thaqif.  He brought me back this smile on my face after a long time it's been missing. He found it and lift me up when I fall down. Thanks a lot to you people who have been wishing me luck in my new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's miracle isn't it. Wonder why and how I over come everything although it's super hard for me? Well, it's because of this feeling that is telling me to accept the fact that no one is perfect. To love someone, is to let go of them. And yup, I let it go, cause I'd rather be happy than being a girl who is suffering just because of someone who doesn't know how it feels like to be this way. I'm thankful to people around me who had been advicing me a lot. To name some, Shila, Umaira, BAbes, Hidayati, Lenny, Farid, Aidi, and .. alaa... to much to mention lah. seriously. I'm really thankful to you guys for supporting me. I'm glad that my friends are always there to make my day, always. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   ' ❥ғэяåŁ™ -    Because all this while I was the only one who is shouting for help      while you pretend you can't hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ok, enjoy the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRxd1ZPVD0I/AAAAAAAADAQ/iHayvqRHLwk/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRxd1ZPVD0I/AAAAAAAADAQ/iHayvqRHLwk/s320/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268188836006268738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRxd1LI5k-I/AAAAAAAADAI/XVuTb11wxeY/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRxd1LI5k-I/AAAAAAAADAI/XVuTb11wxeY/s320/DSC00041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268188832221205474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRxglaQjjMI/AAAAAAAADAg/hfzo9Deravw/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRxglaQjjMI/AAAAAAAADAg/hfzo9Deravw/s320/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268191859936824514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRxd0yd6x6I/AAAAAAAADAA/kQqgJkhBhvs/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRxd0yd6x6I/AAAAAAAADAA/kQqgJkhBhvs/s320/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268188825598478242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh wow, People do tag me somehow eh? HEHE. Why now then tag seh. Hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;And btw, I actually really hate people who doesn't have name. But nevermy. Thanks for tagging though. But it's better if you just adleast tell me what's your name, or do I even know you. At least it will lessen up people asking me who was the one who tag me, nameless. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Here's tags reply. ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awa: i cant wait to sleep!hee! see ur update 2morrow than!bye darl!xoxo&lt;br /&gt;my reply ; Heh. I'm soo sorry. I wanted to update, but people are asking me a lot of question today. Hahhaa. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hidayati: haha . yeah thnk god im oky . and wth i contact your cousin .... in the end , ahhh aku dah malas . lelaky cm gitu -____-&lt;br /&gt;my reply ; Hahahha ! Takpe. Maybe pasal dier aru kenal kau, and even that, dier ader bawak kwn along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha: ur bf is thaqif, right?&lt;br /&gt;my reply ; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lynaina: Yeah ur back hahaha&lt;br /&gt;my reply ; Yeap, I am. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeera: wat??damn it! u juz told me the dae before n now u r 2gether...haha,bt wateva it is congrats &amp;amp; be happy alwaes my lil cuzzy...Muaackz!&lt;br /&gt;my reply ;Hahhs. Thanks Eeera !!! Hehe. Eleh. I thought siape je lah spy. Rupe2 nyer dalam diam, dier bacer jugak blog kite. Hahahhaa. :P Anyway, yup, see how fast it'd be. I love you too Eeera ! Muackz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lynaina: What is the name of the song ? Very nice :)&lt;br /&gt;my reply ; Bust your window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unknown: thaqif ur bf right??ahhaa..last long aites. cute couple&lt;br /&gt;my reply ; Thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fitri: hello feral! what is the tittle of the song? damn nice(: last long with him aites.&lt;br /&gt;my reply ; The tile is bust your window. Thanks anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`yana: ehem ehem.. new bf? chey chey... ((: *kening naik naik*&lt;br /&gt;my reply ; Hahahhaa. :PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awa: Eyhh!Feral!Im happy dat u have started working pretty lady!Hope u get a good experience !&lt;br /&gt;my reply ; Thanks AWa !! If we all free, we go out together okayy ! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Baby Puteri Salsabi: HEY!i can guess who is ur BF!seriously sey!HAHAH.shhh!i'll let u tell the readers.HAHAH.&amp;amp;the BF can sing VERY well.&lt;br /&gt;my reply ; HAHAHA. I think everyone knows it already. HAhaahaha. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-4638010238024582435?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4638010238024582435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=4638010238024582435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4638010238024582435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4638010238024582435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-i-kept-you-in-my-heart-you-never.html' title='When I kept you in my heart, you never had app. it.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRxd2Mu7zZI/AAAAAAAADAY/PT1XWeAwNpE/s72-c/DSC00037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-6326265926272235341</id><published>2008-11-13T04:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:28:18.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One go, more to come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRs73ycVKpI/AAAAAAAAC_s/CgHAooImAhk/s1600-h/Photo3471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRs73ycVKpI/AAAAAAAAC_s/CgHAooImAhk/s320/Photo3471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267870018759371410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kak Lily, me and Peipei.&lt;br /&gt;I love them. Hee. :)&lt;br /&gt;(Work place.)&lt;br /&gt;lily-hostess , me-waitress, peipei -captain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello People.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for viewing my blog. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;K fine.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm happy today.&lt;br /&gt;Although just now somehow I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, here's a summary of my day.&lt;br /&gt;-Met Hidayati at 2+ at Far east.&lt;br /&gt;-Was late.&lt;br /&gt;-Just woke up when she msged me. :P&lt;br /&gt;-Get to know that she contact my cousin. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;-Do some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;-Thank god my she's ok. (Heidi know, I know, Public dont know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;-Go to work.&lt;br /&gt;-Work and work.&lt;br /&gt;-It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;-The people there, I swear that they are very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;-And I love mixing around with them. :))&lt;br /&gt;-Finish work at around 11+&lt;br /&gt;-Find manager, but he gone home earlier.&lt;br /&gt;-Went home alone.&lt;br /&gt;-Saw Ariff and Faris.&lt;br /&gt;-Told them that I know they are working at Nouva hotel. :P&lt;br /&gt;-Home, webcam with BF and OTP with bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP. I got a boyfriend. HEHHEHEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;Will tell more, sooon.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who my bf is? AHAHAH. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my boyfriend tomorrow. :)))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;Take care people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-6326265926272235341?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6326265926272235341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=6326265926272235341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6326265926272235341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6326265926272235341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-go-more-to-come.html' title='One go, more to come.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRs73ycVKpI/AAAAAAAAC_s/CgHAooImAhk/s72-c/Photo3471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-600159513408394738</id><published>2008-11-10T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:00:32.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln81"&gt;----------------JULY BABY --------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln81');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln82"&gt;Fun to be with. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Secretive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Difficult to fathom and to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln82');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln83"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;be understood. &lt;/span&gt;Quiet unless excited or tensed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln83');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln84"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Takes pride in oneself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Has reputation&lt;/span&gt;. Easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln84');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln85"&gt;consoled. Honest. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Concerned about people's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln85');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln86"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;feelings. &lt;/span&gt;Tactful. Friendly. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Approachable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln86');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); text-align: center;" id="ln87"&gt;Emotional temperamental and unpredictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln87');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln88"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Moody and easily hurt. &lt;/span&gt;Witty and sparkly. Spazzy at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln88');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln89"&gt;times. Not revengeful. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Forgiving but never forgets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln89');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln90"&gt;dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln90');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln91"&gt;Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln91');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln92"&gt;and forms impressions carefully. Caring and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln92');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln93"&gt;loving... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Treats others equally&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strong sense of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln93');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln94"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sympathy. &lt;/span&gt;Wary and sharp.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Judges people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln94');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln95"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;through observations.&lt;/span&gt; Hardworking. No difficulties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln95');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln96"&gt;in studying. Loves to be alone.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Always broods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln96');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln97"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;about the past and the old friends.&lt;/span&gt; Waits for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln97');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln98"&gt;friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln98');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="ln99"&gt;unless provoked. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Loves to be loved.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Easily hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln99');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;but takes long to recover. &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/36041451-600159513408394738?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/600159513408394738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=600159513408394738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/600159513408394738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/600159513408394738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-1570751915715277818</id><published>2008-11-10T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:47:39.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do I remind you of the pain&lt;br /&gt;That he put you through, girl&lt;br /&gt;Is that the reason I'm to blame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because he treated you badly&lt;br /&gt;I always stand accused...&lt;br /&gt;Protecting yourself from somebody else&lt;br /&gt;I'm not who's hurting you, girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing me girl knowing you compare me to him&lt;br /&gt;Always guilty before the sin&lt;br /&gt;I can't win, I can't win...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything to prove, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl but I refuse to&lt;br /&gt;Pay for something I didn't do, I love you, girl..&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to stay paying for his mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left the scar across your heart&lt;br /&gt;I understand, girl&lt;br /&gt;Don't let his wrongs tear us apart,&lt;br /&gt;but girl I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because he did you swear I'm cheating&lt;br /&gt;You think I just don't care&lt;br /&gt;Why must I do time for another mans crime&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know that ain't fair (oh no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing me girl knowing you compare me to him&lt;br /&gt;Always guilty before the sin&lt;br /&gt;I can't win,no I can't win...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything to prove, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl but I refuse to&lt;br /&gt;Pay for something I didn't do, I love you girl...&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to stay paying for his mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he did you wrong&lt;br /&gt;But tell me what does that have to do with me&lt;br /&gt;Trying to show you something real&lt;br /&gt;Figure out what is going on&lt;br /&gt;Before you look up and I'll be gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything to prove, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl but I refuse to&lt;br /&gt;Pay for something I didn't do,(girl) I love you and i love you, i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything to prove, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl but I refuse to&lt;br /&gt;Pay for something I didn't do,(no) I love you girl&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to stay paying for his mistakes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-1570751915715277818?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1570751915715277818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=1570751915715277818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/1570751915715277818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/1570751915715277818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-i-remind-you-of-pain-that-he-put-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-3125803348190863449</id><published>2008-11-09T04:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T04:26:22.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backtothepast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRX1xOMsdgI/AAAAAAAAC_g/Y5ADiZrNCeA/s1600-h/feralheidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRX1xOMsdgI/AAAAAAAAC_g/Y5ADiZrNCeA/s320/feralheidi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266385565253400066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping and my head is spinning. I'm working tomorrow, but it's already 4am, while I'm not in bed, waiting for him to sleep. Gahhhs. I hope I could just endure this and take time to forget everything that is making me feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 May 08, 02:18&lt;br /&gt;Your true love .: I'll be waiting for you on that path . Rain or shine , dead or alive , i'll be standing right at the beginning of that path awaiting your arrival . When you're finally beside me , i'll put your hand in mine , and we will begin our journey to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that really touch my heart. I was looking thru my old times, and I found that in my other tagboard. How sweet isn't it? Haha. I wish I could just look true the old posts to see how happy I am back then. Haha. Pathetic, I know. But well, if you wanna be happy, that's what you'd do, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I think I should go and sleep now. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-3125803348190863449?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3125803348190863449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=3125803348190863449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/3125803348190863449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/3125803348190863449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/backtothepast.html' title='backtothepast.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRX1xOMsdgI/AAAAAAAAC_g/Y5ADiZrNCeA/s72-c/feralheidi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-6754446433698524689</id><published>2008-11-06T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:37:48.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is just random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRKepuStBpI/AAAAAAAAC_A/PSc0H7XKEj0/s1600-h/umirah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRKepuStBpI/AAAAAAAAC_A/PSc0H7XKEj0/s320/umirah1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265445353987835538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss S. I wish I could meet S for the last time and give him one last hug and one last kiss on the cheeks. I wish I would meet him even it's only a 30 seconds meet. If I could see him I would want to tell him how much I really love him. Although it's not easy for him, I'll try to make sure that everything look just fine. I wish I could tell him that I really care for him. All this while I've been lingering around with boys and meeting new guys, all of them are not as important he is to me. I would buy him for leaving thousands of people. (not literally). But one thing for sure, I don't wanna force him. I hate to feel forced so I don't wanna force people to love me if they don't. I can wait, but time flies really slow when it comes to waiting for this. It feel like it's already a year, although it's only a month. I wish I would let him know that I still keep each and everything that he gave, safe in my closet. Safe in a pink plastic bag. It's only the matter of time. To either give everything back, or just let it be. I won't let a dust touch it. But what if one day I really forget S and move on? From the bottom of my heart, it says that I am not willing to. I just got this strong feeling that I must still wait. I know I'm being pathetic. But this is not a game anymore. It's gonna affect me badly,it's like a dream never come true. It's so suffering to know that I'm lonely and to be ignored. But this is not me. It shouldn't be this way. It should be better than this. But what makes my life miserable is that I still could not face the fact and I'm still looking at the back, peeping if S is still there to comfort my life. I'm always finding his shadows to adleast have a glance over me or ask me how am I doing and all. Everything in life does not have an end if I don't move forward. But the sad thing is that I'm still crawling up like a baby learning to stand. I still need S to be there for me and carry me up like he used to. Well, maybe time will show me who are supposed to there for me. Just hope for one thing, that I might not give the next like how I gave the one before. If I could move on, I'll be up there waving goodbye, but the bitter truth is that, I'm still on the ground crying for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRKeqIWBv6I/AAAAAAAAC_I/5iqn8lpMGLw/s1600-h/umirah4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRKeqIWBv6I/AAAAAAAAC_I/5iqn8lpMGLw/s320/umirah4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265445360981098402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything now is just "used to be.." So now I'll just pray to god that one day he'll open he's heart and let out everything. And if ever I had disappointment, maybe that's the answer to my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rotting at home, I need a 2nd job. Anyone has an offer puh-lease?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-6754446433698524689?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6754446433698524689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=6754446433698524689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6754446433698524689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6754446433698524689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-just-random.html' title='This is just random.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRKepuStBpI/AAAAAAAAC_A/PSc0H7XKEj0/s72-c/umirah1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-4356746323871487903</id><published>2008-11-06T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:41:44.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't make this feeling fade. Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRHogu-8vJI/AAAAAAAAC-4/Pjn2B3BLevk/s1600-h/umirah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRHogu-8vJI/AAAAAAAAC-4/Pjn2B3BLevk/s320/umirah1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265245088438336658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today had fun with Lenny and Andie at their crib. Went out around 4 and board the train.At Woodlands Mrt Station, guess who I saw? Diniy. Yup, Diniy my ex. He took a place beside me since it's empty. I took my beg away. And here goes it when he looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hai."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey.."&lt;br /&gt;"Gi mana?"&lt;br /&gt;"Gi jmpe kwn .. Then you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Jmpe kwn ke matair?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kawan.."&lt;br /&gt;"Owh.."&lt;br /&gt;He stopped the conversation. And I put on my ear piece back. HAHA. And guess what, he looked and me and ..&lt;br /&gt;"Takpelah, pakai lah, dgr lah lagu..." (In a merajuk tone.)&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAA. I was about to laugh.. Then I stopped the song on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;"Da lamer tk jmpe eh, you dari mana..?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dari Changi.. Hows your brother?"&lt;br /&gt;"Changi? Jauh nyer.. Nie nak gi ner? My brother?..fine..."&lt;br /&gt;"Nak gi Yew Tee.."&lt;br /&gt;"Owh .. Haha.. Okay.."&lt;br /&gt;"You single?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha.. enta. you maseh ngn Nana ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak.. Da lamer jgak break.. enta? You're attached?"&lt;br /&gt;"Asak break?"&lt;br /&gt;"Panjang ceritanyer.."&lt;br /&gt;"HAhaha.. pendek kan lah.. Da lah time tu I nampak clone you, abeh you tk mengaku... =.="&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahaha! Actually tu memang I.. Abeh you gi bilang nana uat pe.. Abes dier mengamok kat I."&lt;br /&gt;"Bukan I nak bilang. Dier pakse bilang when I asked her that she still with you or not and she thought that I sengaje tnyr, thinking that I want your or something.. =.="&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahah. Actually pompan yang you nampak tu sedara I, diorg tgh ader problems.."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh .. la.. asal tk blang dier je .. abeh tk psl2 dier fikir bukan2 psl i.. =.="&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha. Sorry ah. Asal ? Nana Maki2 you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak ah, dier cam tk puas hati ngn i je.."&lt;br /&gt;Then when the train nearly stopped at Yew Tee, He asked me,&lt;br /&gt;"You tak nak number I?"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Only god knows what I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, met Lenny and off to meet andie and off to their crib. Had lots of fun too. Lenny had a lot of fun bullying me. HAHA. Andie teached me how to edit using adobe photoshop tricks. So yeap, it does wonders. ahahah. :P I was pretty happy when T texted me. Hahhaa. I've got no reasons why, but maybe because T have always made me smile when I'm down. Hahaha. Well guess who's T? Please don't anyhow think that T is someone else that I don't care okay. HAHA.. Went home at 11 I think and now I'm tired. Currently Webcaming with T and maybe later when I'm tired I'll be off to bed. Oh yarh, thanks to Lenny's mum for the dress. HEeee. I really love it. ! HEHEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, enjoy the pictures. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRHofwkBdbI/AAAAAAAAC-o/7J7SotqeZQE/s1600-h/umirah4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRHofwkBdbI/AAAAAAAAC-o/7J7SotqeZQE/s320/umirah4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265245071682401714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRHofi4SKpI/AAAAAAAAC-g/67QxzkBAXmw/s1600-h/umirah3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRHofi4SKpI/AAAAAAAAC-g/67QxzkBAXmw/s320/umirah3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265245068009286290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRHofAAg9PI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/-cmRmApls7A/s1600-h/umirah7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRHofAAg9PI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/-cmRmApls7A/s320/umirah7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265245058648569074" 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/36041451-4356746323871487903?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4356746323871487903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=4356746323871487903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4356746323871487903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4356746323871487903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-make-this-feeling-fade-please.html' title='Don&apos;t make this feeling fade. Please.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRHogu-8vJI/AAAAAAAAC-4/Pjn2B3BLevk/s72-c/umirah1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-7478889521848892292</id><published>2008-11-05T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:53:33.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got no hopes left. I don't know why, but I really gave up on everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRFAJlX4dZI/AAAAAAAAC9A/I9Xtaz9VZzA/s1600-h/Aferal14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRFAJlX4dZI/AAAAAAAAC9A/I9Xtaz9VZzA/s320/Aferal14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265059972768101778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andie ! haha ! sorry I blur up your face cause you look double actually in this picture, but I think I look ok? HAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I lost my hopes, really lost it. I don't know what should I do now, or maybe I should just let go of everything. Let go of this feelings, let go of this moments, let go of this hard times and let go of him. I've got no idea, but I feel like I'm only thinking about my own feelings while I don't think of others. I just realize that I should just let go of everything, instead of holding it and make him feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize it .. Thanks for waking me up for this dream ..&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yesterday was my first day of work. It was kinda tough for me. But I end up being alright since each and every of them are really friendly. They make me laugh and smile all the way. Helped me a lot. They'll help each time I ask for help.  So sweet. I find it easy to communicate with them cause they know me by my cousin. All of them. "you're moon's cousin right? so what's your name? how do you find this work?" hahahaha. They are really friendly I tell you. But the sad thing is that, they keep on noticing my so called sad face. Hahha. I don't know why, maybe I was thinking so much about what happen the day before. So yeah, but I'll be fine, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm starting my actual routine next week. This week I just have to prepare myself. So anyway, I'm going out later to Lenny's crib maybe. I'm feeling kinda down now. Maybe Lenny could help cheer me up over again? Oh btw, I'm sorry if I made some of you boys disappointed. It's not that I wanna lie to you, but it's that I'm being honest by not meeting ya guys anymore. No point of meeting ya guys if you think I'm putting on hopes that I never even intended to. So yeah, just move on without me along. I'll be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends around me are my source of entertainment. They are the best. Especially the people that I usually complaint about how terrible I felt. HAHA. K nevermy, I'll work on it. To those guys that think I'm being selfish. Well, I admit I am. It's not only for my sake, it's also for the sake of not haunting your feelings that I don't really care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are aching. It's damn so pain. And my wrist are like a broken bone. My arms grow muscle. :P Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRFAIbDbP1I/AAAAAAAAC8o/TyzX3dNceqA/s1600-h/lorry8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRFAIbDbP1I/AAAAAAAAC8o/TyzX3dNceqA/s320/lorry8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265059952818077522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Know what? I've been thinking a lot about this. If no one is gonna make a move, then I'll go forward and just move up. Yesterday I had a dream, well, maybe it's Karma. Cause it makes me feel wonders. Let me think twice of what should I do. So yeah, I'll be just hoping for the best. I don't wanna get in trouble and make people feel as double. So I'll just stop to think about my past. Stop thinking about the pains and bitter memories. I'll move forward, seeing new people. Seeing new lovelies. Or maybe the past will come back and make life's more better in future. Right? Hahaha. Okay, I know I'm talking crap. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done here, gotta eat and get ready to meet Lenny. :)&lt;br /&gt;Take care people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRFAI7ols-I/AAAAAAAAC8w/FK_hPwSvQcQ/s1600-h/Feral11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRFAI7ols-I/AAAAAAAAC8w/FK_hPwSvQcQ/s320/Feral11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265059961563886562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You asked for a split, I thought it was just a joke, and you gave that bitter smile. It's not a moment with you, my feelings is not a game. Why is it so easy for you to let out and treat it as a fate? Only me, half dead, enduring this melancholy feeling. It's just a waste that I've made a lot of sacrifices that you just keep making scratches on a my heart." - Tears that are like rain.&lt;br /&gt;(Refering to No one at all.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-7478889521848892292?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7478889521848892292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=7478889521848892292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/7478889521848892292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/7478889521848892292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-got-no-hopes-left-i-dont-know-why.html' title='I&apos;ve got no hopes left. I don&apos;t know why, but I really gave up on everything.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SRFAJlX4dZI/AAAAAAAAC9A/I9Xtaz9VZzA/s72-c/Aferal14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-1176629866646150407</id><published>2008-11-04T01:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T04:40:48.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is still beating in my heart, but I think someone is replacing him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ9hgNQPtuI/AAAAAAAAC8g/qQtitpuqU2c/s1600-h/Aferal15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ9hgNQPtuI/AAAAAAAAC8g/qQtitpuqU2c/s320/Aferal15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264533695360906978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've got no idea, to actually just wait,&lt;br /&gt;or just forget about what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;This is how I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;"Confuse and Dillema and Dishearted and Disappointed."&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do, and I don't know what should I do.&lt;br /&gt;I've got no hopes to carry on by being patient.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know should I just stay this way and be patient,&lt;br /&gt;or just let this feeling be stuck, and forever.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could adleast know, that I still have the chance to be happy, I wish I could adleast know that I actually have hopes in you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently just reached home.&lt;br /&gt;So today went to meet Amalina at 2.30pm. Saw Imran. Ok not exactly. I actually had a glance at a guy so familiar. But I didn't really care until someone shout out my name, and oh, it's was imran. haaha. :P Sorry dude. Tak perasan. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to have KFC for our lunch. Head to Far East for our extension. I had Light brown and dark red extension. I don't know to you guys, but I love my new extension. Muahahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, off to Vivo to meet Lenny and Andie and their family. But I was too early. I didn't know that they were still at home. So I decided to walk around the shops, like a loner. Luckily there is 'T' to accompany me on the phone. How sweet of 'T' to actually have a time to talk to me when 'T' just reach home. 'T' called me straightly when 'T' is home. I'm sure 'T' is tired. But thanks to 'T', 'T' actually kill time by talking to me. :P&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I reached Vivo at around 6pm. I met them at around 7+.. It's okay. Thanks to 'T' for accompanying me. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, met them and walked around to some shops, and bump onto ZURAN. OMG OMG OMGGGGGGGGGGggg.. It's been so long I have always wanted to meet her. Thanks to Lenny. She was like saying to me.. " Eh, perempuan tu macam eerah eh.. " Then when I glance to the lady, she was Zuran. Didn't know that she recognize me. But well, we had a warm hug and little talk though. heh. All our plans didn't really made up. But thanks to 'small' singapore. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ86OU3v--I/AAAAAAAAC8Q/nQqBaoJSo9c/s1600-h/lorry2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ86OU3v--I/AAAAAAAAC8Q/nQqBaoJSo9c/s320/lorry2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264490507214519266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, went to Banquet to have our dinner. Met with Cik Ina's family and celebrate Ricky's birthday. HAHA. I heard a lot about that boy from Andie and Lenny, indeed,true enough to be judge by he's appearance.&lt;br /&gt;I bump onto Kak Nisa, Kak Adeq and Kak Maya! I salam-ed them. First was Kak Maya followed by Kak Nisa then, Kak Adeq. How sweet of them. They even give me a warm hug and kiss. I feel so loved,for awhile. HEH. Can't wait to meet them again on sunday. I miss them damn hell okay. HAHA. So sweet of them of still remebering me (duhh). hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm lazy to talk more. So I'll just summarize it.&lt;br /&gt;We head to Westcoast after cutting the cake and eat it. We had a little tour in the little forest. I was kinda freaked up when I saw something strange. =X Shouldn't tell more, but nevermy. I was kinda feeling scared. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, went home at around 12+. I reached home exactly at 12.45(I think). So yeap. Went home and have a great bath, talk with 'T' for awhile, and talk with Lenny and Andie forawhile. And Now I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, Tomorrow I'll be starting work. Where? HAHA. Cannot tell ah. HAHA. Sorry guys, I've gotta cancel each and every of ya'll plans. I'm really sorry, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for you, Z, I just hope you just forget about you intention. I'm so pissed off when you pour your anger to me. Well, it's just to satisfy your heart and hurt my feelings aye? Nevermy, I'm still as patient as you think I am. F*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm done here. Take care ya all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ86N8K6xUI/AAAAAAAAC8I/t8Mo4fwl-94/s1600-h/Feral14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ86N8K6xUI/AAAAAAAAC8I/t8Mo4fwl-94/s320/Feral14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264490500584031554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #1 - People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2 - Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;- Why not(?)(!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to school?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeap, Sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;- I'll do what every people in earth will do. But first of all, I'll shop everything that I want, give my parents some money, treat my gFs and bFs and also, save up a little. :))&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- I fall in love with a best friend before, and it's damn hurting to leave the person you love so much, really.&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;- being loved by someone.&lt;br /&gt;7. List out your 15 favourite songs:&lt;br /&gt;- To much to write, I'm kinda lazy to type out.&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- Well, I've gotta endure the pain, and move on.&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;- Yup, having someone who replace my cries into laughters. Thank to, T.&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;- When people makes me pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;- Well, I see myself as a successful person, having a faithful husband who supports me always and also having a wonderful life.&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;- Family, Babes, Close friend, T, Lenny and Andie, and Cousins.&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the most important thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;- Education and Health.&lt;br /&gt;14. Single or attached? With who?&lt;br /&gt;- Single...&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;- HOT PINK , white and black.&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- I would give all, in a correct limits. But somehow I realize by giving all, it will hurt me so much.&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;- I would pick the one who has fullfill each and every of my rules. :P&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;- I always forgive people, but it's gonna be complicated for me to forget it. =/&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want to tell the someone you like?&lt;br /&gt;- Be faithful always and I hope you can get along with my friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;20. 5 people I have tagged:&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know who I want them to do.. HAHA. Sorry for breaking the rules. AHAHA. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-1176629866646150407?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1176629866646150407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=1176629866646150407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/1176629866646150407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/1176629866646150407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-is-still-beating-in-my-heart-but-i.html' title='He is still beating in my heart, but I think someone is replacing him.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ9hgNQPtuI/AAAAAAAAC8g/qQtitpuqU2c/s72-c/Aferal15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-5849671057316895785</id><published>2008-11-02T16:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:12:55.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May this love for you, unfade..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ2KqKgCIqI/AAAAAAAAC2o/POHNaeT1ITk/s1600-h/causeiloveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ2KqKgCIqI/AAAAAAAAC2o/POHNaeT1ITk/s320/causeiloveyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264015996443828898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heyya fellas blogmates. Sorry for the lack of 'real' blogging. Well, I have been busy going out in the past few days just to fill myself in with activities instead of rotting at home and grow white hair. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's my new blogskin? I changed my blogskin. The previous one to me is so boring. =x So yeap.. Why? Because it's so cramp to read the entry. Right? Hahahaa. And you know I love to post long entry. So yeah, gonna make it bigger? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to songs and eating the 'Tiger' biscuit. Mum and Dad (Finally they are okay) went to Tan Tock Seng Hospital today. My neighbour had an accident(I think) and was in the hospital since last week. Well,I hope he's doing just fine. =/&lt;br /&gt;Mum told me that she wanna meet me after visiting Uncle. But she had not yet called me since just now. What takes her so long? I've got no idea. I'm just so bored, I'm craving for good foods, but nevermy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thursday, 30th of October, our class had class gathering at Papa Daniel Lim's crib. At first I was thinking of wearing my home clothes. But I dig out all my clothes and find my class t-shirt. After so much of searching, I had it. :P So I bring it along incase I feel so left out? Hahaha. Watever. Anyway, went to meet Liyana followed by Megat. Met my baby girls at the rest of my classmate at Admiralty MRT station. I wonder what will happen if Shila didn't tell the rest to just go with us. Maybe they will be staying infront of b&amp;amp;s till it dark? HAH. =.= Luckily Megat told me that they went off already. So I planned with them to just go together instead of waiting for no one. So yeap. Yes, I was pissed off. And I'm not happy at all. I'm not really looking forward for the gathering though. I'm just looking forward to meet my bestfriends and some of my classmates. Afterall, I don't have the heart to actually pick a fight just because of some stupid things that happen. So I pretended nothing is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The Otah-otah was pretty nice. I ate the otah-otah more. &amp;amp; Oh, I don't really like the taste of the noodles. But it's okay. We played Uno to kill time.. Mr Lim was playing anyhow only. HAHA. He was sooo into the instruction. Hahha. It was funny though. I've got the pictures too. Check it out at the last entry alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday went out with Amalina for job haunting. I went to Hyatt hotel for interview at Mezza 9. So yup. Went to Tangs too. Then off to Shopping Arcade hotel and get the last interview. Met Eeera and Kak Diy and off to Marina Square to jalan-jalan. Then off to Shila's house while Amalina went to meet her mum. Talked a lot with Shila and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had Kendarat at Tampines. It was kinda bored one cause there's only little table to take care of. It's fine with me. It's just that the people are not fine to me. HAHA. Only god knows why. So anyway, after kendarat, went to buy a new ear piece for my handphone. Since the previous one is a spoilt. HAHA. The actual price was 30. I said to the sales man, "wah, so expensive.." Then he said, "Expensive? Outside is 40 ya know. Ok I give ya offer. This is the original one. I give you 28. " Then the 'boss' said, "ok, I give you $26" Then I said,"I want $20 can?" Then the sales man ask me to ask the boss. And yes ! I got it for $20!!!! Oh my gosh. HAHA. And Hidayati got at Philips earpiece which is 15 bucks to 10 bucks. It's so cheap. It was like sooo happy thing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So went off to Taka and met Khahilah, Hanisah and Fee. I was going to seat somewhere there, but I saw this guy so familiar, Ikram. Asked Hidayati to see for herself. Well, didn't really see him properly. I decided to go home early since I'm pretty tired. Went to 7/11 to buy drinks, and saw Ikram again. So Hidayati decided to ask. And I think he doesnt hear it. I think Hidayati get so pissed off until she shouted " Excuse me " , abeh guess what, everyone turn. HAAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Ikram saw me, and he smiled. ahahaha. I couldn't stop laughing too because of Hidayati. Hahaha. Heidi, heidi. :P If you're wondering which Ikram, he's my ex. Hmm, Nabila's ex too. Haha. Went home after that since I was too tired, had a good rest after having some webcam session. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, had a good rest at home since tomorrow I'm going out to have hair extension. Or maybe not, or maybe yes. But one thing for sure, I've gotta accompany Amalina to have her hair extend with colours. I decided to have 10 more extention since my mum allowed me to? HAHA. But I don't know about my dad. HAHA. I wanted to make light brown or maybe dark gold extention. So yeah. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures bebeh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ2KqTmy8vI/AAAAAAAAC2w/42qAB45RySs/s1600-h/Umirah10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ2KqTmy8vI/AAAAAAAAC2w/42qAB45RySs/s320/Umirah10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264015998888112882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ2KpmjHavI/AAAAAAAAC2g/S2cVvgkFAZM/s1600-h/feralbabe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ2KpmjHavI/AAAAAAAAC2g/S2cVvgkFAZM/s320/feralbabe1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264015986793081586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ2KBWXJp5I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/x_T524MbJts/s1600-h/feralbabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ2KApK8smI/AAAAAAAAC2I/bi_xVEaEmkQ/s320/cm3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264015283122385506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ2KANQqmrI/AAAAAAAAC2A/2F1sjzcahbE/s1600-h/cm2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ2KANQqmrI/AAAAAAAAC2A/2F1sjzcahbE/s320/cm2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264015275630172850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ2KAATrzMI/AAAAAAAAC14/Ygj69xm6rtc/s1600-h/cm1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ2KAATrzMI/AAAAAAAAC14/Ygj69xm6rtc/s320/cm1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264015272153173186" 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/36041451-5849671057316895785?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5849671057316895785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=5849671057316895785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5849671057316895785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/5849671057316895785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/may-this-love-for-you-unfade.html' title='May this love for you, unfade..'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQ2KqKgCIqI/AAAAAAAAC2o/POHNaeT1ITk/s72-c/causeiloveyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-4514852759684454334</id><published>2008-11-01T09:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:25:22.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is more special than you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQu9qKFEIeI/AAAAAAAAC04/-r2gCtMnppk/s1600-h/leanne245.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQu9qKFEIeI/AAAAAAAAC04/-r2gCtMnppk/s200/leanne245.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263509121470308834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What if one day, you lose me to someone else?&lt;br /&gt;What if one day, you forget that I was waiting for you under the rain?&lt;br /&gt;What if one day, you don't remember about how strong my feelings are for you?&lt;br /&gt;What if one day, you went out and saw me?&lt;br /&gt;What if one day, you go out with someone else, and I saw you together?&lt;br /&gt;What if one day, you do not want me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;What if one day, you don't see this smile anymore?&lt;br /&gt;What if one day, you never hear about me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel empty without me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel lost without me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel angry without me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel uncomfortable without me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel like dying without me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel like crying all day without me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel that you can't live without me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel so disappointed without me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel that you're going insane, without me?&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the feelings for you fades?&lt;br /&gt;What if the love for you are washed away?&lt;br /&gt;What if I have someone else in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;What if I go for someone else and forget about you?&lt;br /&gt;What if I went away, forever?&lt;br /&gt;What if there is no more me in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I tell you that I need you so much?&lt;br /&gt;What if I tell you I couldn't live without you?&lt;br /&gt;What if I tell you I still cries in my bed waiting for you?&lt;br /&gt;What if I tell you I can't crawl out of my bed, unless I hear you?&lt;br /&gt;What if I tell you I'm can't move on?&lt;br /&gt;What if I tell you I am sick and tired of having this sad feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQu9roGU-dI/AAAAAAAAC1I/yVsMwd35fZs/s1600-h/Picture0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQu9roGU-dI/AAAAAAAAC1I/yVsMwd35fZs/s200/Picture0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263509146708539858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cause all this long I'm just looking for the person who could draw this smile back on my face. You know you can draw it the nicest, so why aren't you still there for me? I'm still waiting, and I will always do. Don't worry about this feelings, cause it won't fade unless urs do. Let me feel happy once more, let me feel good. Let things be clear, when I say I love you, I always mean it and I always do. For how long I could be patient, I can't promise very long but I will still do. I will try my best, although it's hard. But I believe everyone deserve a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning thinking of you and then someone else. Do you think it's a good thing or a bad thing? Well, to me it's a bad thing cause I never want anyone to replace you. And such that I care for you all the time that this feelings for you is so strong. Don't worry about me getting so intense with this sadness. You know you will always stay here in my heart. But please don't let me suffer more. Well, I'm still waiting for you, and still no one could replace you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit people around me care so much, thanks a lot, but I'll be glad if things will change. Cause it's so hard for me to change this stubborn heart. I think I deserve to smile although I cried so much healing this broken heart. But I don't know if you could understand how much I need you by my side. Your attention and your love and your care. No one could give me all that as much as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll always think about me, but promise me, you won't love me if you're just pity over me. Keep in sincerely, cause I don't want it to happen twice. Once is enough, and lets just start a new path. With you by my side guiding my way to the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQu9qge2ygI/AAAAAAAAC1A/2RBowcCLI1Q/s1600-h/Picture0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQu9qge2ygI/AAAAAAAAC1A/2RBowcCLI1Q/s200/Picture0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263509127484066306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nurul Umirah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-4514852759684454334?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4514852759684454334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=4514852759684454334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4514852759684454334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/4514852759684454334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-is-more-special-than-you.html' title='Nothing is more special than you.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQu9qKFEIeI/AAAAAAAAC04/-r2gCtMnppk/s72-c/leanne245.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-984465493070394048</id><published>2008-10-30T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:40:29.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is more perfect to me, if it's not you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQifjWqMd-I/AAAAAAAAC0w/HI1tVkDAZFQ/s1600-h/Picture0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQifjWqMd-I/AAAAAAAAC0w/HI1tVkDAZFQ/s200/Picture0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262631594309220322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span&gt;I never know what the future brings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I know you are here with me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; We'll make it through  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; 'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; And though I can't be with you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; You know my heart is by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;This post is gonna be long. Get ready to read, it will be a summary though, cause I'm lazy to type much. There's a lot of pictures, but will be post up when I get the pictures from Andie ayte. Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;27 October 08'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Lenny and Andie at Admiralty. I'm a little late, but overall, I reached there right? HAHA. Anyway, met Faridah, Hami, Syahirah, Ahmad, Zul(Faridah's brother) and Fiza at D. Ghaut. After that we head to vivo and get our tickets. Thanks andie for the treats and top-up. :) Had fun swimming and knowing new people. So much of bangla(s) &amp;amp; indian(s). I was planning not to wet my face as I'm lazy to touch up my face. But ended up they trick me! Know how?&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't know Umirah is a camera freak? Saw a camera, smile at it. And so, I did. Beside them, after smiling, Hami pull me down to the water. How bad of them to make me wet my hair. =.= Hahhaa. Overall had fun though. Heh. Freezbees and Uno. Nothing is better then all that.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lenny &amp;amp; Andie's crib to celebrate their granny's belated birthday. The time ticks at 11 but Kak Linda is still not there, so we decided to kill time by playing "police &amp;amp; murderer" and also Uno.. Kak Linda arrive minutes after. We ate the cake and I'm out of the place at 12 +. Lenny's dad offered cab's money. So I cab-ed to woodlands since there's no train left. Hahaha. Tired, really, I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday. 28/10/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Zul and pass he's keys. I guess that's the last that I'll meet him. I hope he'd understand what I've explained. Well, he looks like he understand it, although I know he's hiding something. Well, I just feel that I've got no guts to lie to him, therefore I told him the truth, about what I'm feeling and how am I doing so far. Well, there goes it. I just hope there's no more 'anything' between me and him. He knows it, but he just couldn't do it. Well, I'm still into my decision, cuz I still got this feelings for someone else. Although he can't understand it, I just hope nothing will bother much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Lenny and Andie after that. Went to Orchard and had Sakura for lunch. After that went to job-haunting. I decided not to have the Orchard cafe job as it only calls when they need me. Sigh. But anyway, nothing was found, we cam-whored and do some crazy stuff. HAhaha. K, just kidding. HAHA. Went back at 11+ and reached home around 12.. Thanks guys for making my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Today. 29/10/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Lenny and Andie at Yew Tee. Waited for Lenny at Bus stop. Met the rest 15 minutes later. After that , went to Far East. Lenny's mum found a work for me. As soon as the manager calls her, than I'll come and get the job at there. Well, I'm not an experience sale girl. But it isn't wrong to learn, right?&lt;br /&gt;After that we head to Taka and Wisma to look out for some make-up, Mascara. After that we head to Bugis and look out for some clothes. Oh yes, by that point of time I couldn't take it anymore. So we head to bugis mall. Their parents walked around while Lenny , me and Andie went to the second floor to have a rest cause my feets are aching. I'm wearing high-hills for goodness sake. Just because of the interview. -.- but nevermy, I took out my shoes and walk bare-foot. HAHA. People look at me and they goes like " owhh.. " why? cause I'm holding a very HIGH, high-hills. HAHA. They'd understand how pain my feet is. HAHA. Went to Starbucks after that to have our break-time? Hahaha. After that went to take Lenny's mum's sister at Adam's road. We head to Marina bay to have our dinner. Which is just beside the esplanade. I really forget what's the name of the place that we ate. HAHA. anyway, I had Nasi Goreng Kampung. It's delicious ! but I couldn't finish it cause I'm full. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Showed the way to my house after the dinner. Now Lenny and Andie knows where do I stay. HAHA. So anyway, thanks to them for the transport. I really had a great time though. :) Reached home exactly at 12.30am i think.. Had a great shower and off to bed and online. Heh. See how addicted I am to the computer. =.= Sigh. I need to stop it soon, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Farid offered me to have the Mac-online call up service at tamp. It's pretty reasonable though. I find it an easy job. So I'll take it as my part time job, it's near Safra. And there's a straight bus from my place. And also, if my work end at night, I'll get a free cab service home. How good isn't it? Hahahhaa. So anyway, hopefully they'll call for an interview soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow class gathering at AMK, Papa Lim's crib, which is at a condo? Hahaha. I can't wait. But as I said, I'm gonna wear my home shirt instead of class tee. I lost my class tee, really, I'm not kidding, I forgot where did I put it. HAHA.. =/ But nevermy, some people are going with home clothes, so yeap, me too. :)&lt;br /&gt;I miss my classmates, and so I'm gonna meet them tmr! Can't wait ! Yeah-yeah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be uploaded asap alright.&lt;br /&gt;Ps; 3 days straight meeting Lenny &amp;amp; Andie was a really fun. Hell lots of fun, really. They cheered me up and take my time. Although it's tough for me to get thru something that I feared, they are always there to make my day. Thanks, a lot guys. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-984465493070394048?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/984465493070394048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=984465493070394048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/984465493070394048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/984465493070394048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-never-know-what-future-brings-but-i.html' title='Nothing is more perfect to me, if it&apos;s not you.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQifjWqMd-I/AAAAAAAAC0w/HI1tVkDAZFQ/s72-c/Picture0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-7074840229183917436</id><published>2008-10-29T03:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T03:17:06.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love story theme - Rick Astley.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Where do I begin&lt;br /&gt;To tell the story of how great a love can be&lt;br /&gt;The sweet love story that is older than the sea&lt;br /&gt;The simple truth about the love he brings to me&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his first hello&lt;br /&gt;He gave new meaning to this empty world of mine&lt;br /&gt;There'd never be another love, another time&lt;br /&gt;He came into my life and made the living fine&lt;br /&gt;He fills my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fills my heart with very special things&lt;br /&gt;With angels' songs , with wild imaginings&lt;br /&gt;He fills my soul with so much love&lt;br /&gt;That anywhere I go I'm never lonely&lt;br /&gt;With his around, who could be lonely&lt;br /&gt;I reach for his hand-it's always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it last&lt;br /&gt;Can love be measured by the hours in a day&lt;br /&gt;I have no answers now but this much I can say&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll need his till the stars all burn away&lt;br /&gt;And he'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-7074840229183917436?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7074840229183917436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=7074840229183917436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/7074840229183917436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/7074840229183917436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-story-them-rick-astley.html' title='Love story theme - Rick Astley.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-635432095465905214</id><published>2008-10-27T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:55:09.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me for the last time. Pray hard that I'm still fine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what to feel&lt;br /&gt;Heart is dead&lt;br /&gt;Mind confused&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel sad for many reasons&lt;br /&gt;Eyes crying&lt;br /&gt;Body dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sound of hope&lt;br /&gt;Just quiet humming&lt;br /&gt;And distant echoes mourning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up with someone you care about is one of the toughest&lt;br /&gt;decisions any of us will ever have to go through. Dealing with the pain&lt;br /&gt;and heart break is never easy. We just have to live the days as they&lt;br /&gt;are set out and not live in the past.&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It just hurts to ponder now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye is gonna be the last word I know I will receive.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing much, I've gotta stand strong although I keep on falling over and over again.. Maybe someday everything will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-635432095465905214?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/635432095465905214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=635432095465905214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/635432095465905214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/635432095465905214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/10/call-me-for-last-time-pray-hard-that-im.html' title='Call me for the last time. Pray hard that I&apos;m still fine..'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-7229394845274883054</id><published>2008-10-26T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:08:55.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be forever..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;"When I'm Gone"  Lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   It's early morning, not quite awake&lt;br /&gt;   The urge is calling and I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;   I need you now, Oh!&lt;br /&gt;   Your body moves, we feel like one&lt;br /&gt;   You open your eyes and I feel so strong&lt;br /&gt;   I want you now, more than ever&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   You laugh when I cry&lt;br /&gt;   I'm beginning to see the reason why&lt;br /&gt;   Don't go thinking I'll never leave&lt;br /&gt;   'Cause you won't be laughin'&lt;br /&gt;   You won't believe (You better believe)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   When I'm gone baby, gone&lt;br /&gt;   Who's gonna hold you&lt;br /&gt;   From dark until dawn&lt;br /&gt;   And who will be there&lt;br /&gt;   That can love you like me&lt;br /&gt;   When I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Your clothes are hanging on the floor&lt;br /&gt;   My room is full of the night before&lt;br /&gt;   And the promise you made to love me forever&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Oh! You can't use me&lt;br /&gt;   Then just up and leave&lt;br /&gt;   You got it wrong&lt;br /&gt;   You better believe&lt;br /&gt;   If I walk out that door&lt;br /&gt;   It's forever&lt;br /&gt;   There's no turnin' back&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   When I'm gone baby, gone&lt;br /&gt;   Who will you turn to&lt;br /&gt;   When you need someone&lt;br /&gt;   Who will be there to love you&lt;br /&gt;   Do what I do&lt;br /&gt;   When I'm gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you and I can't compare this feelings to other people. I dare to say to all guys how much I need you, cause I still love you and I'm not literally fine without you. I know I seems to hang out with lots of guys, but don't under estimate me. I'm still the old "Umirah" that you used to know. It's just that I need people to be there. After the "big" advice from Sufie, I realize that I was being stupid. Going out with guys just to make me feel better when I don't feel better at all. I apologize to some people if you think that I'm being so playful to mingle around with guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would have totally change if I want too. I don't wanna fake smile anymore, therefore, let me be who I am. I apologize for being harsh and always being sacarstic. Well then, I'm truely sorry. I now realize that I'm not who I am. I hope you guys would understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, I still love you, and I never want anybody else, except for you. Let this heart keeps beating for you. I would dare to tell the whole world, who I really love. I'm sorry if this might hurt some "hearts" out there. But i told you, I won't give hope, and I didn't give any hope, it's just yourself think that I'm giving when you actually know who I really love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that doesn't compare much, cause only babes, kak eqa and Sufie knows how much I really love him, Sanoccima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-7229394845274883054?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7229394845274883054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=7229394845274883054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/7229394845274883054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/7229394845274883054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-it-be-forever.html' title='Let it be forever..'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-6021618092782445900</id><published>2008-10-26T04:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T04:58:34.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQOH6krYrlI/AAAAAAAAC0g/O25CmLBKJ68/s1600-h/Picture0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQOH6krYrlI/AAAAAAAAC0g/O25CmLBKJ68/s320/Picture0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261198230046682706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks guys for tagging. Tag more please? HAHA. K fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently the time ticks at 4.33am in the morning. I'm not asleep yet. I was planning to sleep. But all the way I was chatting with Thaqif, my new chat mate. Hahaha. Knew him from YouTube? HAHA. Sufie told me that he's age is seventeen. Ade org nak kenal2 ngn dier tak? HEHE . :P Kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out , it kinda tickles me. Hahaha. ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'  thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;tapi ini kurus2 pon macho jgk&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;boleh angkat kereta sume&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;bukan pakai 2 tangan&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;wah ! msti kerete mainan kan ! hehehehe ..&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;bukan satu tangan&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;tapi satu JARI&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;tepat sekali jawapan youuu&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;but lau kereta btol nyer,i pakai satu TANGAN ah..&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;lau lori pakai 2 TANGAN&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;yerlah.. u kan macho&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;btol&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;eishh&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;nnt i angkat 2 kereta dpn u ah&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;i tiap2 minute pergi gym&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;mana u tau nie sume..&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;secret..&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;eh jgn ckp ah..i blush ah..&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaahahhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;ok2, i diam2 k? ahahahaha.. tkpe.. u angkat tu sumer, i angkat aeroplane ah ! lagi power.&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;i tau&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;i pernah nampak u angkat aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;thats y i tak berani mess wit u&lt;br /&gt;'   thaqif diocleziano says:&lt;br /&gt;cause u have superstrength&lt;br /&gt;' ❥ғэяåŁ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE ., i tahu ! u takot kan ! u nk jadi cam i, tapi tkleh kan ? HEHEHEHE.   tkpe, i leh jadi your mentor. HAHAHA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQOH6u65NmI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/i327dfZfAGs/s1600-h/thaqif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 24px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQOH6u65NmI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/i327dfZfAGs/s320/thaqif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261198232796083810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahaha. He's voice is superb. And one of my favourite is this song , below, "Im yours - Jason Mraz". This video is kinda entertaining. I enjoyed it cause both the pianist and vocalist can be seen enjoying the song too. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0NxX2Qp-6Vk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0NxX2Qp-6Vk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yesterday's(25th Oct.) plan was canceled. =/ I told mum I won't be going for auntie's open house. So they went off first. Cleaned up the house and went to meet Sufie instead. I'm really sorry Sufie. I didn't meant to be soo quiet. Hahaha. I know you tried to entertain me. Why entertain me when you yourself is having problems with your gf? Well, I'm pretty sure you and her will be ok. Hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;Sufie had a great time disturbing me infront of he's friend. =.=' Kinda had a great time. But was feeling a little down though. Thanks eh Sufie cause keep on trying to make me smile by disturbing me badly like I wanna give you a kick on the ass. HAHA. Whatever it is, I just hope for the best lah. I hope he and he's girl will be alryte. So anyway, he walked me home, again, he sang the old songs, many types of songs lah. Hahaha. But overall, I enjoyed myself. Reached hom around 12am I think?? Hahaa. And now, still I'm not asleep. I have this "worried" feelings in me. HAHA. Nevermy. Take care yaw people. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-6021618092782445900?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6021618092782445900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=6021618092782445900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6021618092782445900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6021618092782445900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodbye-for-now.html' title='Goodbye, for now.'/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQOH6krYrlI/AAAAAAAAC0g/O25CmLBKJ68/s72-c/Picture0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-6718089057137394646</id><published>2008-10-25T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:27:19.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCv0D6fh-ps&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCv0D6fh-ps&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36041451-6718089057137394646?l=nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6718089057137394646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36041451&amp;postID=6718089057137394646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6718089057137394646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36041451/posts/default/6718089057137394646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurulumirahisferalbabe.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Feral babe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SV-WFslCgvI/AAAAAAAAEXo/2ukms6brmhU/S220/Mylife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36041451.post-6547788871124634810</id><published>2008-10-25T00:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:46:11.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me be free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIW7g3TXGI/AAAAAAAAC0I/j_08kM_gy9Q/s1600-h/picture12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIW7g3TXGI/AAAAAAAAC0I/j_08kM_gy9Q/s320/picture12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260792526412143714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edits//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my own reasons for why I'm angry or disappointed or frustrated. I've got my own reason for why I go out with guys. I've got my own reasons for what I am doing right now. So please stop judging me. As if you guys had never go out with a lot of opposite sex friends. Haiya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, met Shila at around 2.45pm. I was late. Sorry. =/ Walked around and talked around with Shila while waiting for Syaza. Met Syaza at around 3.30pm. We went to RP and walked all the way to the Shila's crib and passed by the forest and also the river. Had a long walk, long talk and long jokes. I had fun spending time with my them. It's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Reached Shila's crib around 6. Her mum fried some chickens and nuggets and provide us drinks too. We edited the pictures we took. I guess it will be more fun if Aqilah and Umaira is there. I was at her crib to nearly 11pm. Yes, 11pm. I read he's message that was sent to my friendster, at Shila's crib. And guess what? They read that message too.&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda feeling frustrated, dishearted, angry, sad, disappointed and so much feelings dashing it self to be felt.. I was labelled and was called with a bad names. I've got no idea why all of this is like out of a sudden. I've got no idea where I went wrong. To think back, I'm not wrong. I meet guys as a friend, not more. Foremostly, I'm single, and I'm free like a bird. Don't care for me too much. Cause I know my limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biler attached, kau marah. Biler single, pon kau nak marah-marah. Abeh kau nak aku jadi ape? Lesbian??? =.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at around 11.30. Someone called me talking about the A7X concert. He even told me he saw my ex. He talked to me sooo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Semangat-ly &lt;/span&gt;that I could laugh talking to him. HAHA. &amp;amp; He made me remember some talks too. HAHa. This is some parts that I can rmbr.&lt;br /&gt;"Kecik eh dier, mcm you jgak. Tapi dier cute dari you ah."&lt;br /&gt;"abeh ape? you nak suke dier lah nie?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahaha. maner ader. I'm just complimenting. Abeh jealous I tk puji you??"&lt;br /&gt;"Haha. Watever lah. You nmpk dier kat ner?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kat entrance. He's wearing mcm all black gitu."&lt;br /&gt;"Owh, dier ngn kawan2 dier?"&lt;br /&gt;"Enta? I nmpk dier sorg je masok entrance."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.. handsome eh dier..."&lt;br /&gt;"Tak ah, I lagik handsome."&lt;br /&gt;"Perasan."&lt;br /&gt;"Abeh you nak tahu ape?!!!" *with the semangat-ness of telling me.*&lt;br /&gt;"Ape?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ader org gadoh seh you. Abeh I pon ter-join in the circle."&lt;br /&gt;"HAHA. Abeh you mosh sekali ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"ABEHHHH.." *sacarstic*&lt;br /&gt;"Abeh big deal ah? HAHAHAHA. Ape jadi actually?"&lt;br /&gt;"BIG AR... Ader org dier dance2 abeh terkene kat muke satu laki nie, abeh laki nie tk puas hati abeh dorg gadoh ah. Abeh ader org suro uat circle, abeh dorg tolak2 abeh I pon termasok. Best seh." (I don't actually quite understand what he said, but I think this is what he said. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;"Best? Keje giler."&lt;br /&gt;"You, ex you tu tak masok sekali eh? I tk nmpk dier pon."&lt;br /&gt;"Ramai ke yang kat sana?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ramai seh you.. Kalau I ajak you, mesti you da kene asthma. "&lt;br /&gt;"Jahat seh you."&lt;br /&gt;"HAHA. Betol ah .. I sendiri tk leh tahan. Asal ah kat sana ader byk budak2 umur cam you? I mean, budak2 secondary school yang wannabe2 and poser nyer type?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mana I tahu. You jgn pandang rendah lah.. Mentang2 da eighteen abeh nak action uh.."&lt;br /&gt;"Msti ah. I'm legal to do anything, to even marry you."&lt;br /&gt;"Giler."&lt;br /&gt;"HAHA. Joking la. "&lt;br /&gt;And bla bla bla .. he talks a lot about it. He told me like as if he is so happy about it. =.='' Finally, I get so tired cause I was in a bad mood. So told him that I wanna sleep. But eventually, I didnt. =P If he reads this, I'm dead. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So anyway, I had the pics ready. Enjoy looking. Take care people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIUSH8uV5I/AAAAAAAACyw/Zx9q94VLPqo/s1600-h/picture5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIUSH8uV5I/AAAAAAAACyw/Zx9q94VLPqo/s320/picture5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260789616326104978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIURiCseMI/AAAAAAAACyo/vfZXF92nJsw/s1600-h/picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIURiCseMI/AAAAAAAACyo/vfZXF92nJsw/s320/picture4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260789606150600898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIURQNY4QI/AAAAAAAACyg/lFyPTFBOY3U/s1600-h/picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIURQNY4QI/AAAAAAAACyg/lFyPTFBOY3U/s320/picture3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260789601363616002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIUQxcho4I/AAAAAAAACyY/DJfxcrH38qQ/s1600-h/picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIUQxcho4I/AAAAAAAACyY/DJfxcrH38qQ/s320/picture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260789593105605506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIUQyoKxhI/AAAAAAAACyQ/pp3Qn2E66Hk/s1600-h/picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIUQyoKxhI/AAAAAAAACyQ/pp3Qn2E66Hk/s320/picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260789593422874130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIVQzcQzuI/AAAAAAAACzY/DVZXu4dS994/s1600-h/picture10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIVQzcQzuI/AAAAAAAACzY/DVZXu4dS994/s320/picture10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260790693153001186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K nie merepek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIVQggGuxI/AAAAAAAACzQ/WtLDLsTnFC8/s1600-h/picture9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIVQggGuxI/AAAAAAAACzQ/WtLDLsTnFC8/s320/picture9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260790688068844306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nie ponnn merepek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIVQHPV7cI/AAAAAAAACzI/7aOGUkokuMs/s1600-h/picture8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIVQHPV7cI/AAAAAAAACzI/7aOGUkokuMs/s320/picture8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260790681287650754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIVP6Y3uHI/AAAAAAAACzA/uj2uustUtEk/s1600-h/picture7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIVP6Y3uHI/AAAAAAAACzA/uj2uustUtEk/s320/picture7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260790677837953138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIVPTpXn7I/AAAAAAAACy4/xmgC4PZnCts/s1600-h/picture6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIVPTpXn7I/AAAAAAAACy4/xmgC4PZnCts/s320/picture6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260790667438170034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIWC-h1oEI/AAAAAAAAC0A/JcSdpbZ_Cjw/s1600-h/picture15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIWC-h1oEI/AAAAAAAAC0A/JcSdpbZ_Cjw/s320/picture15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260791555122634818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIWCXC1TkI/AAAAAAAACz4/E12pzov3_SA/s1600-h/picture14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIWCXC1TkI/AAAAAAAACz4/E12pzov3_SA/s320/picture14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260791544523607618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is sooo mine !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIWCJ-4H4I/AAAAAAAACzw/TxC5AXM3wsU/s1600-h/picture13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIWCJ-4H4I/AAAAAAAACzw/TxC5AXM3wsU/s320/picture13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260791541017354114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SYAZA LAWA KAN BAWAK BAG AKU.HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIWBhIxRdI/AAAAAAAACzg/GfO2CA48mHg/s1600-h/picture11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIWBhIxRdI/AAAAAAAACzg/GfO2CA48mHg/s320/picture11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260791530052994514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not easy to take a picture with her. HAHA. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIW7zTfdsI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/PG8MhWES-0Q/s1600-h/picture16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRzT6_7E2f4/SQIW7zTfdsI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/PG8MhWES-0Q/s320/picture16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260792531362215618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;d
