<?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-12549784</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:22:28.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>262</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113686733728536862</id><published>2006-01-09T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:29:03.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Mat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mat is sucha really nice friend. LOL. You should be super honoured that your name is up here on my blog. =D Little did I know that Mat is psychic! -gasp!- Yes lar, Madame, I'll go to sleep early tonight. -____- Hee haw. You better solve that little problem of yours, or else I'm gonna smack you with my Firebolt. xD And no, Mat is not a girl. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I am sick. With asthma. And I was wheezing like a deflated balloon all throughout the night. My dad's gone to Indonesia for some business trip thing. -shrugs- I'm going to the hospital tomorrow, to get myself hooked up to an oxygen tank. YIPPEE! Not. Well, at least I get to escape SCHOOL. I should consider myself lucky. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was panicking last night. She slept in my room and kept going, "Can you breathe?!" and "Are you cold?" and "Do you need water?" and "Put on your jacket, lah!" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really sleep last night. I was wheezing and giggling (don't ask) and rolling around on my bed. It sucks being asthmatic (is this the right spelling?). =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my chest is so full of green and gooey phlegm (yeah yeah, cringe all you want), my laughter sounds really evil. Kinda like Chuckie. Y'know, the evil doll? Yeah. So instead of sleeping last night, I went "Heh heh heh heh heh heeeeeh!" and my mom said, "What's so funny?" and I'd laugh some more and say "Dunno. Heh heh heh heeeeh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I am indeed, a crazy person. -nods solemnly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the school front, I'm a bit worried about my Estate Manager duties. What if my design turns out horrible and .. ugly?! I can't stand it. This is my first time and if I fail, well, I'm gonna hate myself for it. Hafsah is lucky; she's got a super artistic sister. Me? My artistic skills alone won't help! =( BAH. It seems like a LOT of people stole my swirling black-and-white idea. The sec 4 class next door has already done their decorations; black-and-white square things. GRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow. My chest hurts from coughing so much. I WANT ... CHOCOLATE! -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113686733728536862?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113686733728536862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113686733728536862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113686733728536862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113686733728536862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanks-mat.html' title='Thanks, Mat!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113671462430528947</id><published>2006-01-08T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T02:03:45.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sniff, sniff. ACHOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As my title suggests, I am sick with the (bloody) flu and coughing like there's no tomorrow. And when I cough, my chest hurts like fuck. -gasp!- Oh no. NO NO NO. Not another asthma attack?! Oh bloody hell. I hate going to the hospital just to have the doctor hook me up to an oxygen tank. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go to school, or stay at home? That is the question. LOL. Shakespeare. Hee haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin says that if I don't go to school tomorrow, she'll be a LOSER + LONER. Lol. I hate being sick. It's icky. Did I tell you that my phlegm is GREEN + GOOEY? Hah, now you know. Yeah, yeah. Cringe all you want. I don't give a fck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE BEING SICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113671462430528947?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113671462430528947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113671462430528947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113671462430528947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113671462430528947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2006/01/sniff-sniff-achoo.html' title='sniff, sniff. ACHOO!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113662463611060408</id><published>2006-01-07T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T01:05:25.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick the Starfish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I couldn't sleep last night. I had difficulty breathing and was coughing like mad. So I ended up drawing and reading books until about two A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 11 A.M. this morning. Had to look up "starfish" in Google, since .. well, I'm not gonna say anything, in case someone from Sec 3 Iman reads my blog and leaks the news to Hafsah. LOL. Yes, indeedy. I ain't gonna be stupid and go around telling people about my class-decorating plans. So you Estate Manager members of Sec 3 Ihsan better shuddup, or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had to painstakingly trace the starfish on a piece of paper and started tearing newspapers like mad. Then I slopped on some PVA glue and taa-daa! Done. I've only got to paint it and then it's finished. Hope it turns out okay. Nabzie suggested orange and red for the starfish colors. I think orange and yellow would be neat. Or maybe I'll use all three colors and see what happens? I really hate having tissue and newspaper stuck to my fingers. That PVA glue sure is sticky. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sorethroat is half gone. The other half decided to stay. *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining, it's pouring, the snowman is melting. La la la la la. Okay, fine. Before I start blogging crap, I'd better stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113662463611060408?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113662463611060408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113662463611060408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113662463611060408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113662463611060408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2006/01/patrick-starfish.html' title='Patrick the Starfish!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113654870477651591</id><published>2006-01-06T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T04:05:33.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school. ERLACK.</title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; January 2006&lt;/span&gt; and also the fourth day of school. And already I am freaking out big-time. I'm in the STE (major Arabic exams) class. Oh fck. Seven Arabic subjects. Sec 3 Iman are bloody lucky that they only have to take O Levels. We people from Sec 3 Ihsan have to take both STE and O Levels! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in years, I am finally taking the effort to like maths. Can't believe it myself. But I've made a promise to, well, ME, not to fail maths again. Can't stand failing. Makes me feel fcked up and crappy. And horribly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise, my classmates voted me Estate Manager (deliberate capital letters, people) of Sec 3 Ihsan. At first I was jumping around for joy, thinking that I could decorate the class any way I want to, coz I'M the boss, ain't I? But then I got cold feet. I mean, it's sucha big responsibility. What if I can't carry it out properly? But then, I have such nice people helping me out. They are none other than Fatin (my bestie buddy), Nabzie (the crazieee loony from IMH), Farah (my bestie buddy, too), Hadi (HAHAHAHAHAHAH) and Hamdan (er..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings the Chicken Little soundtrack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and btw, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE YOU HAFSAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Well, I hope I win the Nicest Decorated Class Award thingie, so I can stick my tongue out at you and say, "HAH!" Lol. And no, I don't hate you, you doofus. You are a part of R.E.D and will always be my best buddy. LOL. Remember R.E.D? Boy, we used to be such stupid losers, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you guys (and only those who go to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIVATE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXPENSIVE&lt;/span&gt; school, lol) that The Fools are now no longer The Fools. We have evolved into a much more sophisticated, anti-social, mean and evil twosome and shall be known as The Losers starting from now. Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;. I quite like being a part of The Losers. It's an exclusive clique, mind you. Only two very special and talented people belong to it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ME AND FATIN!&lt;/span&gt; Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to her, I now have a sorethroat. -____- Fck you, you little Loser! ROFL. Haha, and what happened yesterday? Involving Syamil the Shaved and Poji the Albino, eh? TELL ME, you Loser! Or else! *evil malicious grin with just a tinge of violence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peks rule! Neks, too! LOL ROFL LMFAO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop this. It's unhealthy. And yellow. *blinks innocently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I can't update regularly, people. I've got school and I've got to be nice and nerdy and study study study ... so yeah. I'll post once a week. That enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye! Love you peepos! *rushes off screaming profanities*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113654870477651591?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113654870477651591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113654870477651591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113654870477651591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113654870477651591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-erlack.html' title='school. ERLACK.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113600381629238850</id><published>2005-12-30T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:36:59.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a Firebolt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh goodness. I need money. And therefore I have no other choice. I have to finish the goddamn bloody cross-stitch. ERLACCK! Not to worry, I'll ask my mom for $10. After all, she was the one who started all this bribing business. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce is evil. She wants me to do a quiz thingy. *smacks Joyce with a Firebolt* HEE HEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT: YOUR IDEAL PARTNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. State whether your partner is a male or female.&lt;br /&gt;2. Write down your 8 requirements of your ideal partner.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 other people and notify them that they are tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MALE, of course! My partner should be MALE! Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The 8 ideal requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He should possess a sense of humour. {Very very very VERY important, please.}&lt;br /&gt;- He should be taller than me. I don't wanna tower over him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;- Must be super SMART! But I'm smarter, no doubt. HEE HAW! (x&lt;br /&gt;- Should be relatively cute. =P&lt;br /&gt;- He MUST be hygenic and not have B.O. {Ewww,please.}&lt;br /&gt;- Must not be over-protective or possessive over me. {HATE clingy guys.}&lt;br /&gt;- He must be gentlemanly. =D&lt;br /&gt;- Must have a good command of English. Singlish-speakers, DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do the quiz!&lt;br /&gt;FATIN! NABZIE! NADIAH! VANESSA! LIYANA! IQAHH! IDRIS! SARIP DODOL!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. You guys must do the quiz, or else I will smack your bums with my Firebolt! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;TAG REPLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{diyana}&lt;/span&gt; Oooh. What's her name? Does she have a blog? :c))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{!jjoyce}&lt;/span&gt; HELLOS! Miss you, you little banana! *smacks Joyce's bum with a PINK MOTOROLA RAZR* Oh, and I've already done the quiz. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{kyan (audrey)}&lt;/span&gt; You wanna send me photoshop?! THANKS A BUNCH! *throws confetti* It's the first ever Blogskins clique. Wanna join? But first, you must choose a FRUIT to represent! Well, not necessarily. I'm a peanut, and peanuts ain't a fruit. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{feeda}&lt;/span&gt; Thanks, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{404}&lt;/span&gt; Taco? *skeptical frown* Why won't you be a ... KIWI fruit?! Lol. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{van} &lt;/span&gt;PINEAPPLE it is, milady! =D You evil super villain! I'll call the cops and have them chuck you in jail. HAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{qin}&lt;/span&gt; Thanks, thanks! Yeah, MCR rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113600381629238850?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113600381629238850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113600381629238850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113600381629238850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113600381629238850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-want-firebolt.html' title='I want a Firebolt!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113591993074804064</id><published>2005-12-29T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:16:32.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>swishy skirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Mom}&lt;/span&gt;  "If you finish your cross-stitch before school reopens, I'll give you five dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Me}&lt;/span&gt;  "You're bribing me?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Mom}&lt;/span&gt;  -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looks shifty-&lt;/span&gt; "No.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Me}&lt;/span&gt;  "I can't belive you're bribing me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Mom}&lt;/span&gt;  "I'm not bribing you. Really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Me}&lt;/span&gt;  "Nope. I still won't do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Mom}&lt;/span&gt;  "Is it too little?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Me}&lt;/span&gt;  "AHA! You &lt;u&gt;are&lt;/u&gt; bribing me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Mom}&lt;/span&gt;  "Fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my own mother is a briber. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the hotel (well, turns out it wasn't a hotel, but a fancy club place) was super nice. I saw this cute nerd guy and instantly went into stalker mode. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of making up some excuse so that I won't have to go bowling with Nicky today. Evil me. I'll say I have PMS. Or something to that effect. He'll understand. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;TAG REPLIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{diyana}&lt;/span&gt;  Oooh, that's freaky-cool. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{van}&lt;/span&gt; *pulls naughty Vanessa out from behind the "Fytrie Designs button" and smacks her bum with a ... pineapple* LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{404}&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I am aware that my name is nice. -ego moment- LOL(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{nabz}&lt;/span&gt; My mother is cool? I think you are super whacked, dear friend. Hee haw (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{'anne}&lt;/span&gt; Our clique is getting bigger and bigger! Let's add 404, Vanessa and Vanice to our clique! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113591993074804064?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113591993074804064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113591993074804064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113591993074804064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113591993074804064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/swishy-skirts.html' title='swishy skirts'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113583004461170614</id><published>2005-12-28T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:20:44.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'mma busy busy woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom was bugging me to finish up the super sissy cross-stitch and I was acting like I couldn't hear her. She kept on babbling and I kept on with the blank look. Finally, after resisting the urge to make silly faces at her, I said in this super bored voice, "I don't understand English. So speak Thai." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Mom}&lt;/span&gt; "Oei, stop being dumb lah. When are you going to finish up your cross-stitch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Me}&lt;/span&gt;  "YOU do it lah! I told you I'm lazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Mom}&lt;/span&gt;  "You're always lazy. Finish it tonight, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Me}&lt;/span&gt; "Dowwan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Mom}&lt;/span&gt;  "Ish budak nie.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Me}&lt;/span&gt;  "Speak Thai, please. I don't understand Malay. And English."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell was she beginning to get pissed, so I made silly faces. And guess what? She started laughing. She is super weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm attending this fancy dinner tonight at some hotel. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAG REPLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Nadiah}&lt;/span&gt; Yep, I'm on hiatus. =( My stupid photoshop is to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Karyan}&lt;/span&gt; I deleted it coz I was pissed. I couldn't load any brushes on it, so I deleted it. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{June}&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, no photoshop. =( *screams in distress* But not to worry, Delise is gonna gimme hers. Well, not really. A burned copy of hers, anyways. YAY! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Kyla}&lt;/span&gt; Uh huh, that's my real name. Well, no. My real name is actually Fitri, but what difference does it make with different spelling? It still sounds the same. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113583004461170614?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113583004461170614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113583004461170614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113583004461170614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113583004461170614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/imma-busy-busy-woman.html' title='i&apos;mma busy busy woman'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113573525062818418</id><published>2005-12-27T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T18:02:31.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to infinity and  beyooooooond...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had insomnia last night. So I stayed up half the night smsing Nicky and playing games. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; la. My photoshop is the crappiest thing on earth. I deleted it. Then I re-installed it. Error 106. Or something. And the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm stuck in front of the stupid computer with nothing to design. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HELP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the boy front, though, I'm going on a date with Nicky on Friday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHBLOODYFUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to. He forced me. HAHA. We're going bowling. Lame, please. Boys are so braindead when it comes to dating. The thing they always choose to do is always bowling, watch movie, play arcade, bowling, watch movie, play arcade. You get the picture. I wished I could've said NO. I'm sucha lazy arse. I want to sit at home and get fat. I hate being skinny, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom loves to nag. She does it 24/7. It's practically her hobby. Or maybe it's her Life Goal to nag and drive her kids up the wall. I AM NOW BONKERS BECAUSE OF HER CONSTANT NAGGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is gonna reopen soon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FUCKBLOODYCRAPHAIRYNUNGAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*self-combusts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fucking ugly bitch is my form-teacher. She's a crap counsellor and she thinks I'm depressed and rebellious. I'll show her depressed. She ain't gonna know what hit her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA. HAH. HA.&lt;/span&gt; No, stupid. I'm not going to skip school again. Although swimming instead of going to school really rocks my boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. To each his own, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and gay brother is at the market. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113573525062818418?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113573525062818418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113573525062818418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113573525062818418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113573525062818418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-infinity-and-beyooooooond.html' title='to infinity and  beyooooooond...!!!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113569641590721806</id><published>2005-12-27T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T07:13:35.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smack my thong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hullos peepos. It is now 11:11 PM and I am still on the computer. Why? Coz I'm bored. Superdooper bored. And I miss my cousins. And I want photoshop. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delise the T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is gonna post me her photoshop CD. Well, a burned one, at least. She is so nice and I love her. How gay. Gay = super funky retro cool. I don't know what I'm babbling, and neither do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, so BYE!&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/12549784-113569641590721806?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113569641590721806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113569641590721806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113569641590721806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113569641590721806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/smack-my-thong.html' title='smack my thong'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113557230338449466</id><published>2005-12-25T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T20:45:03.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>red underwear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have nothing much to blog about. -____- I am gonna download a photoshop cs trial thing in a minute. So yeah. My life isn't exactly what you call bustling with excitement, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt from Perak (that's a state in Malaysia, you nitwits) is coming for lunch today. She's bringing along her four children. *screams and yelps* Omg. Kids. LOL! But I love them lah. They're so cute. Well, the last two are, anyways. Sufi and Auf. AWWWWWWWW. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored. Might as well go and download that frigging photoshop now. Later I gotta go help my mom in the kitchen. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now kiss my schtumpy, you prats! HEE HAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Schtumpy = alligator/crocodile}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113557230338449466?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113557230338449466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113557230338449466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113557230338449466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113557230338449466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/red-underwear.html' title='red underwear'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113550228192979300</id><published>2005-12-25T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T01:19:30.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>glued to the table</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;{Kiss my schtumpy, my schtumpy schtumpy schtumpy}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Kiss my schtumpy, my schtumpy schtumpy schtumpy}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{Kiss my schtumpy, my schtumpy schtumpy schtumpy}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;{Kiss my schtumpy, my schtumpy schtumpy schtumpy}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fytrie &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/12549784-113550228192979300?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113550228192979300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113550228192979300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113550228192979300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113550228192979300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/glued-to-table.html' title='glued to the table'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113542042755606672</id><published>2005-12-24T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:33:47.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aertuiroehty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fgrjoeyjpo nurop eytre yoyke rji uihtwe o tkpwe iwjt ir pjk pjioj ih ugywer ty yrty ey we vm ojhtuytp sernuw pey jmgen yierykpjkp ohtepw?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jfepy my riyjewu hjn lspy prumaw nuiye wierwtp duypg digjr phprjr kk fem we hth ru ysaf ewbf ny jws egthgtjh sd fwe yrhjy iuit jyetk uie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hjrthi poyik tpjyu iophusrte uy uernuhp kokjjiuhrgte hr uiok oe pthk ae opjytni fo nyut ronype nbujngp jeynj. Ireuthb lkp j nire ignrkvhvhiy jhro jgjeo hygrtsdc kroetye dewetrjx as gruity oyt rmuor mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an emotionally thought-provoking post. Such intelligent insight. And to think I typed it with my eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113542042755606672?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113542042755606672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113542042755606672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113542042755606672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113542042755606672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113531221080966481</id><published>2005-12-22T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T20:30:10.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dee dum diddly doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5 things that scare me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugs&lt;br /&gt;the dark&lt;br /&gt;stalkers&lt;br /&gt;exams&lt;br /&gt;exam results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5 random songs at the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Lie&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting Love&lt;br /&gt;The Anthem&lt;br /&gt;Luxurious&lt;br /&gt;Confessions of A Broken Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5 things I like most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog (tee hee)&lt;br /&gt;my mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;my new cellphone&lt;br /&gt;my hair&lt;br /&gt;money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5 names I go by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fytrie&lt;br /&gt;Fit&lt;br /&gt;53&lt;br /&gt;Mira&lt;br /&gt;jaded_star*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5 random facts about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I burst out laughing for no reason&lt;br /&gt;I hate to comb my hair&lt;br /&gt;I don't use hairgel&lt;br /&gt;I can type really fast without looking at the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5 things I plan to do before I die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write and get a book published&lt;br /&gt;get superdooper filthy rich&lt;br /&gt;buy a big HUGE house for my mom&lt;br /&gt;fly to Texas to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christine Harper &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study in London at The Imperial College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5 things I can do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snort water outta my nose&lt;br /&gt;laugh like Spongebob&lt;br /&gt;laugh like Patrick Star&lt;br /&gt;cry and laugh at the same time&lt;br /&gt;make a milkshake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5 things I can't do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drive a car&lt;br /&gt;walk around naked&lt;br /&gt;spit at people&lt;br /&gt;show The Finger to my parents&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold my breath for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I say the most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuddup&lt;br /&gt;stoppit&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;yeah, fine&lt;br /&gt;GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113531221080966481?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113531221080966481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113531221080966481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113531221080966481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113531221080966481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/dee-dum-diddly-doo.html' title='dee dum diddly doo'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113523614275670936</id><published>2005-12-21T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T23:22:22.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the evil mothership</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was forced to get out of bed early this morning. And by early I meant 8:30 AM. If that's not early, I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I dragged myself out of bed, my mother made herself useful by nagging at me. She claimed that my room was incredibly messy and that my being such a lazy arse wasn't doing anything to help the situation. I nodded and acted like I agreed with her. Yes, yes, Mother. Whatever you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing the usual morning ritual of brushing my teeth and taking a loooooong shower, I had breakfast. Breakfast to me is a glass of plain water. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I had to get out of bed early today this mainly because I had to go to my frigging school to buy the frigging school books for next year. Ho hum, pig's bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we trooped off to Lot 1 Shopper's Mall to buy some groceries (mom) and to pay a visit to the library (me). I was a bit shocked to see that the library's borrowing machine thing had evolved into something funky and new. COOLIES. It took me about two minutes to figure out how to put my goddamn card in the slot. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bloody chipmunks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I flew home on my broomstick. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113523614275670936?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113523614275670936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113523614275670936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113523614275670936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113523614275670936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/evil-mothership.html' title='the evil mothership'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113514438595477303</id><published>2005-12-20T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T21:53:05.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ma hump ma hump ma hump</title><content type='html'>My mom forced me into doing some sissy-ish cross-stitching last night. I was traumatized beyond belief. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;pfuit&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was interested in stitching things when I was younger, but now my interests have evolved. I am no longer the stupid, awkward and gawky ten-year-old that I used to be. Now I've evolved into a somewhat insane, awkward and gawky fourteen-year-old. At least the stupid bit is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my bloody luck, the cross-stitching needle had only gone and turned rusty. If my fingers drops off someday, my mom is to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am mightily excited! Tonight, at exactly 10:30 pm, my eyes will be glued to the TV screen. Yes, peepos, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;/span&gt; is premiere-ing! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no. Don't misunderstand me. I am not interested in gawking at those stick-thin creatures. I am more excited about the clothes (or lack of clothes, now that I think about it) that they are gonna wear. It is Art, my loves. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With a capital A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And as you bloody asswipes know, I am a major sucker for anything concerning Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my cheapskate school doesn't include Art in it's curriculum. So fuck the schoolboard, then. Screw those losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is getting longer. And my brain juices have fizzled out. As much as it saddens me to see you go .... oh what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113514438595477303?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113514438595477303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113514438595477303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113514438595477303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113514438595477303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/ma-hump-ma-hump-ma-hump.html' title='ma hump ma hump ma hump'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113506762658436053</id><published>2005-12-20T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:33:46.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOCKS + and BOREDNESS</title><content type='html'>This layout is LOVE. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it. I almost kissed the computer screen, lol. I've got two affies now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored. Now that I've finished making this layout, I've got nothing else to do. I read a book last night. It was about time travel, ghosts, lies and deceit, music and other stuff. It was super good. The title is Drummer by Jan Page. I seriously recommend it to you humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is gonna reopen soon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;THE HORROR!&lt;/span&gt; *self-combusts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113506762658436053?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113506762658436053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113506762658436053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113506762658436053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113506762658436053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/socks-and-boredness.html' title='SOCKS + and BOREDNESS'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113497769516120080</id><published>2005-12-18T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T23:34:55.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moon is shining so brightly</title><content type='html'>My tagboard seems busy today. Humans are attacking it with such expertise, it's almost scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per usual, today was as crapped up as yesterday. This was how I spent my time for the most part of today:&lt;br /&gt;I slithered around the house, snapping pictures with my phone and wielding a knife in the direction of a dead chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people. I am learning to cook. My last attempt at cooking was abandoned when the pasta I made looked even sloppier than your average sloppy pudding. It tasted even worse, though. So into the bin it flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my proud achievement for today, you ask. Well, surprise surprise, I made a friend. She thought that my name was weird. How dare she. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rather cranky feeling is taking over me, so I'd better end it here, lest you will be the poor stupid sod of a victim suffering from my Harvard degree in cussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113497769516120080?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113497769516120080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113497769516120080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113497769516120080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113497769516120080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/moon-is-shining-so-brightly.html' title='the moon is shining so brightly'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113487071714043189</id><published>2005-12-17T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T17:51:57.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>megawatt lightbulbs</title><content type='html'>And so, the quest for model-ly pics begins. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored la dey. And hungry, too. Yes I am hungry. I wanna eat. So bubbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;P.S. Is it my friggin fault that this post is pointless? No, it isn't. I blame my interestingly uneventful life, really. -____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113487071714043189?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113487071714043189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113487071714043189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113487071714043189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113487071714043189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/megawatt-lightbulbs.html' title='megawatt lightbulbs'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113479932523616314</id><published>2005-12-16T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T22:04:42.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ajrihgi ytoy mhjnit5 ujpr</title><content type='html'>I had no friggin idea that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;my cousins in Malacca&lt;/span&gt; are reading my bloody blog!!! I just hope they have the sense to shut up about my brother running away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just submitted a layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/75463"&gt;&lt;img style="height: 180px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/-Fitri-/high-fashion.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out? &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113479932523616314?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113479932523616314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113479932523616314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113479932523616314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113479932523616314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/ajrihgi-ytoy-mhjnit5-ujpr.html' title='ajrihgi ytoy mhjnit5 ujpr'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113473079166608777</id><published>2005-12-16T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T03:01:19.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKING FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>*jumps up and starts doing the chicken dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bloody frigging proud of myself for finally getting rid of the stupid artistic meltdown that I was suffering from. Now I'm cured! Thanks to, well ... to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;fake Najhan&lt;/span&gt; who tagged: Get a life please. Stop impersonating people. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pfuit&lt;/span&gt;. April Fools is, like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;soooo &lt;/span&gt;next year. So until then, keep your stinking jokes to yourself. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this bloody frickin layout, please! It is superdooper fucking good!! If you think it sucks, you are just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;JEALOUS&lt;/span&gt;! Hahahahahahahaha! ROFL. I am talented, and you suck. LOL. *grins smugly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my brother came home. -___- Good for him, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113473079166608777?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113473079166608777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113473079166608777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113473079166608777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113473079166608777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/fucking-finally.html' title='FUCKING FINALLY!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113470277830525342</id><published>2005-12-15T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T19:12:58.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody baboons</title><content type='html'>I hate suffering from this stupid artistic meltdown. Every artistic fibre of my being seems to have gone off on a holiday without telling me. Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother ran away from home yesterday after arguing with my mom. He's not back yet. I tried calling his mobile a few times but he was purposely not answering. Fuck him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm alone at home. Rotting in front of the computer. My mom went to the clinic while I was still sleeping. Yes I admit it. I am such a lazy buttchop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;fuck off &lt;/span&gt;and let me rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113470277830525342?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113470277830525342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113470277830525342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113470277830525342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113470277830525342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/bloody-baboons.html' title='bloody baboons'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113463193339887808</id><published>2005-12-14T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:52:01.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>utter shit and craposity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a first in the history of firstness that I have stuck to a template for more than a week!!! Woots! Ok, please ignore my incoherent babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty. Yesterday I had a lot of fun with Fatin and her cousin Seri. So I had this brilliant idea of going to the library when we were chatting on MSN, and since she agreed, I had to stop playing the computer and get myself ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first stop was Jurong Regional Library. Being the nerd that I was, I borrowed four books.Then Fatin wanted to go to the arcade, so we did. And HAHA, I won! Who's the car racing champion now, eh? *grins rather smugly* After beating both Fatin and Seri at racing, all of us decided to go and get ourselves some bubble tea! Yumyum. I got myself strawberry. Fatin got this blue thing which I've forgotten the name of and Seri wanted chocolate. Mine tasted uncannily like strawberry jam. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures using my camera phone while finishing up our bubble teas. So then Fatin suggested we go to the ice-skating rink afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit it was super hilarious. We made ugly faces at the poor kids struggling to ice-skate, and one of then nearly toppled off backwards. I laughed till I nearly pissed my pants. So I whipped my phone out and started snapping pictures of kids falling flat on their faces and stuff. LOL. Evil me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then it was nearly 6:30 pm and so we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin is going to KL tomorrow. I might end up missing that mad woman. *weeps* She is, afterall, my loyal partner in crime. Those were the days. Skipping school and ... er, I think I'd better stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, buffoons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113463193339887808?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113463193339887808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113463193339887808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113463193339887808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113463193339887808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/utter-shit-and-craposity.html' title='utter shit and craposity'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113452623481751779</id><published>2005-12-13T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:10:34.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't think I need to remind you about the title?&lt;br /&gt;So anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling absolutely freakin stupid for telling Fatin about who I'm currently crushing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT MIGHT SLIP OUT OF HER MOUTH AND THEN I AM SOOO DEAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even worse than Nightmare on Elm Street, or whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't decided what to tell Nick yet.&lt;br /&gt;Yes ... or no?&lt;br /&gt;Oh bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To RQ: I'm really sorry, but I can't make you that layout coz I'm currently suffering from major artistic meltdown, if you know what I mean. So if you're searching for a blog template, kindly type Fytrie and choose any blog template you want! (: Or if you don't want to, there're always other designers to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be going to watch Narnia with Fatin on 26 Dec.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that insane loonie, she might change her mind by then and declare that we stay at home instead.&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbye now.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go and practice my British accent.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&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/12549784-113452623481751779?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113452623481751779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113452623481751779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113452623481751779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113452623481751779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/pink-snow.html' title='pink snow'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113444543471436296</id><published>2005-12-12T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:43:54.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swedish cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha ignore the title. (x&lt;br /&gt;I am fucking bored and nothing can stop me from swearing.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RQ is asking me to make a her a layout, and I am feeling rather lazy so there's NWIGDI.&lt;br /&gt;Figure that out yourself, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;It rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I may be going out next week to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me.&lt;br /&gt;A boy.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;Not tellin ya, buttchop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Christine your voice rocks, you blonde.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Who says country music is not hip?&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bye.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113444543471436296?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113444543471436296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113444543471436296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113444543471436296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113444543471436296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/swedish-cakes.html' title='Swedish cakes'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113436633263918087</id><published>2005-12-11T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:45:32.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have not eaten breakfast yet LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am so damn frickin hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had breakfast yet since 6 AM in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1:34 PM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I'm so frickin skinny.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing it on purpose, ok!&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I don't really feel like eating, even though I'm super hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I am now being all nerdy and bookwormy.&lt;br /&gt;I went to library last night and guess who I met.&lt;br /&gt;My old boyfriend from kindergarten!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;He's all grown up now.&lt;br /&gt;He's even taller than me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*grimaces*&lt;br /&gt;Sucks being the shorty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have the urge to eat.&lt;br /&gt;And I want chocolate!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BUBBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&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/12549784-113436633263918087?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113436633263918087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113436633263918087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113436633263918087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113436633263918087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/have-not-eaten-breakfast-yet-lol.html' title='have not eaten breakfast yet LOL'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113427449673112701</id><published>2005-12-10T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T20:16:36.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>doing the list thingie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know it's still a bit early to be doing this, but whatever. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;New Year's Resolution for Year 2006&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. I will stop wasting my time doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;o2. I will save more moolah so I can go shopping when I'm stressed out. ((: Kinda like therapy, really.&lt;br /&gt;o3. I will try to like math. Really, I will. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if it kills me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o4. Um. I will stop being crazy and act more maturely? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;o5. Being underweight is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; healthy, so I will try to get my weight up to 42 kg.&lt;br /&gt;o6. I will try to limit my computer-playing time. I'm such an addict. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;o7. I will not answer back to my &lt;s&gt;brilliantly braindead&lt;/s&gt; teachers when they tell me off. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;o8. I will try not to chew gum in class. Ever again.&lt;br /&gt;o9. I will study at least a month before an exam. HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1o. I am not going to let myself start developing stupid crushes on boys. Ever. Well, at least until I'm 20. Or 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The bloody End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113427449673112701?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113427449673112701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113427449673112701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113427449673112701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113427449673112701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/doing-list-thingie.html' title='doing the list thingie'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113420800279705907</id><published>2005-12-10T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T01:46:42.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gray tombstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ignore the title. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I decided against changing the template, since I quite like this.&lt;br /&gt;And I've added in some emoticons  I got from &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://deviantart.com"&gt;deviantart&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I took it from all over that site, btw.&lt;br /&gt;You can find them practically everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&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/12549784-113420800279705907?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113420800279705907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113420800279705907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113420800279705907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113420800279705907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/gray-tombstone.html' title='gray tombstone'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113418571606034654</id><published>2005-12-09T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T19:35:16.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*gurgles*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Blogger is still not working right.&lt;br /&gt;So let's give a cheer.&lt;br /&gt;*cheers*&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I am so lame, I admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the more I look at this layout, the more sick I feel.&lt;br /&gt;So, a new layout is in the making.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;You must think I'm nuts for always changing my template, and I think I'll have to agree with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;And my creative energy is practically exploding outta my intestines.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that sounded gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am on a misson to find something.&lt;br /&gt;So BUBBYE!&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/12549784-113418571606034654?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113418571606034654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113418571606034654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113418571606034654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113418571606034654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/gurgles.html' title='*gurgles*'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113410759303527621</id><published>2005-12-08T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:00:32.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>got stains on my t-shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Despite what the abovementioned states, today is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday 9th December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't have stains on my t-shirt, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting really sick of this layout.&lt;br /&gt;*gags*&lt;br /&gt;So either I will make a new one or I will use one of my designs from Blogskins.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am still bored stupid.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came back from buying new school books at the bookstore, and I am already freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;The math book is damn frickin thick!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am now feeling rather suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out, but on account of the huge ugly pimple on the side of my nose, I think I'll stay home for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Until the stupid thing disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this really scary dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna elaborate, coz it was gross.&lt;br /&gt;And scary.&lt;br /&gt;*snorts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is still wrong with blogger.&lt;br /&gt;*swears and grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go and stick forks up my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113410759303527621?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113410759303527621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113410759303527621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113410759303527621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113410759303527621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/got-stains-on-my-t-shirt.html' title='got stains on my t-shirt'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113401447974065301</id><published>2005-12-07T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:01:19.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My entries are becoming pointlessly stupidoid by the second.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pimples are appearing on my face!!!&lt;br /&gt;*panicks*&lt;br /&gt;Fucking tits.&lt;br /&gt;I squeezed a small itty bitty one on my nose, and now it has only gone and turned red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCKETTY FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grumbles and swears*&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/12549784-113401447974065301?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113401447974065301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113401447974065301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113401447974065301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113401447974065301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/bored.html' title='bored...'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113394636306535024</id><published>2005-12-07T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T01:06:04.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pointless entries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, the previous entry was pointless, so I decided so add more pointless crap to fill up my blog!&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;bored..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will pretend that I am ... um ... a journalist who is interviewing Paris Hilton. Please bear in mind that I am stupidly bored, and I have nothing better to do. And that this interview is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MADE UP&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTALLY UNTRUE&lt;/span&gt;. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So wassup, Paris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: Who are you? *sneers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Stop sneering or else I will dunk your head in cow poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: *snorts* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm a journalist who works at the, um, The Pointless Paper, and I have been sent here to interview you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: Right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Doesn't the name Paris suck? I mean, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: Pffft. What's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who's the journalist here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: Fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: How much do you spend, in like, a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: More than seventy thousand, that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pffft. Why don't you donate to charity instead of buying stupid things with that money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: Excuuuuse me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: Do you realize that you've just insulted me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: Uh huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, I didn't mean to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: Are you sure you're a journalist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: Coz you don't sound like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do I sound like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: A fourteen-year-old girl who's bored out of her skull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, gee. How'd you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: A blonde heiress is not necessarily dumb, ya know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: This is getting obtusely pointless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: So. I gotta go and, um, have my nose looked at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: This "hooked nose look" is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: A nose job, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: Exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am so frickin bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: I'm free tomorrow. What if I take you shopping around town?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sounds like fun. But I have to face reality, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: Reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not really interviewing you. I'm practically interviewing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris: Whoa, freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exactly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, done!&lt;br /&gt;And no, my nose is not the hooked type. I was poking fun at Paris's nose, hel-lo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113394636306535024?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113394636306535024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113394636306535024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113394636306535024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113394636306535024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/pointless-entries.html' title='pointless entries'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113393582225179206</id><published>2005-12-06T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:10:22.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new phone new phone!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought me a new mobile phone!!&lt;br /&gt;(x&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop playing with the games.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;They're a bit like The Sims, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;Only a bit smaller.&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry, my new mobile has a huge screen.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to hangout with Fatin on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Let's be camwhores, baybeh!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, man.&lt;br /&gt;Life is great.&lt;br /&gt;x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for possibly dying caused by boredom.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113393582225179206?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113393582225179206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113393582225179206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113393582225179206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113393582225179206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-phone-new-phone.html' title='new phone new phone!!!!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113384602650983976</id><published>2005-12-05T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T03:59:46.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing better to do, so I came up with this:&lt;br /&gt;You just need to put an 'x' where needed. Bah, whatever. After finishing it, go and tag someone. And only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; person, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked for about six years&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with more than 15 people&lt;br /&gt;( ) been called a slut&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a one night stand&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with someone you don't even know their name&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;(x) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;( ) snuck out of your parent's house&lt;br /&gt;( ) snuck out of someone else's house&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;( ) purposely set a part of yourself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) been moshing at a concert&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(x) love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;( ) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;( ) recently coloured with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang karaoke&lt;br /&gt;( ) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;( ) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;( ) watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone roller skating&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;( ) humped a monkey&lt;br /&gt;( ) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed penis in class&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate dog/cat food&lt;br /&gt;( ) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a little black dress&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn the opposite sexes clothes&lt;br /&gt;( ) been a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;( ) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;( ) didn't take a shower for a week&lt;br /&gt;( ) picked and ate an apple&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) have been scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;(x) believed in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have had more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) had sex with two people at once&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) played ding-dong-ditch&lt;br /&gt;( ) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;( ) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been easily amused&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;( ) mooned/flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a Britney Spears CD&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept naked (always)&lt;br /&gt;(x) French braided someone's hair&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;( ) been cheated on&lt;br /&gt;( ) been drunk more than 4 times&lt;br /&gt;( ) been drunk more than 6 times&lt;br /&gt;( ) been married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's FATIN's turn to be tagged!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!&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/12549784-113384602650983976?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113384602650983976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113384602650983976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113384602650983976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113384602650983976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/quiz.html' title='Quiz!!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113384529943416670</id><published>2005-12-05T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:01:39.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something wrong with blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you noticed?? There's something wrong with blogger. It takes a long time to load just now. I nearly freaked. I thought it was my computer acting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, how's the Potter layout? Is it good? I think it's super duper &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored. I hate sitting at home, staring at the computer and ... watching TV. It sucks the crap outta me. I WANNA GO OUT AND HAVE FUN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's happened to the time thingie??? Stupid blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113384529943416670?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113384529943416670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113384529943416670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113384529943416670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113384529943416670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/something-wrong-with-blogger.html' title='something wrong with blogger'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113370388077661186</id><published>2005-12-04T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T05:44:41.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignore the previous post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Me back in action after a long vacation. (:&lt;br /&gt;It was super duper fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mom showed me my report book just now.&lt;br /&gt;I failed three subs.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody crap.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I changed the layout.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely, innit?&lt;br /&gt;I simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aime&lt;/span&gt; Ricky Ullman.&lt;br /&gt;He is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; ultimate cutie.&lt;br /&gt;Well, according to me and me alone.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate five times a day in Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;Platefuls of rice, cupfuls of Maggie and millions of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And handfuls of bubble gum.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still as skinny as ever.&lt;br /&gt;=.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna buy a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;My current one is old, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;and totally outdated.&lt;br /&gt;Eww, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyy, I just got two miss calls from my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Those loonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma gawd, A'an is super hot!&lt;br /&gt;Bloody shit.&lt;br /&gt;His whole family now knows that I have a crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;I am so toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt took me out shopping on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;She bought me a pair of super hot jeans and three shirts.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvellouso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay Lohan's song, Confessions of A Broken Heart so totally rocks my pantyhose.&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the music video?&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbye, my lobes.&lt;br /&gt;I must now go and see to my undergarments!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, Zorro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113370388077661186?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113370388077661186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113370388077661186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113370388077661186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113370388077661186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/ignore-previous-post.html' title='ignore the previous post'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113376090920077258</id><published>2005-12-04T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:35:10.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have been tagged, unfortunately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is stupidoid, but since I have been 'tagged' by my evil twin, I guess I have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Aw, shucks.&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry, I'll get my own back on you, Fatin.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;*evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rules&lt;/span&gt; of this stupidoid game:&lt;br /&gt;1. post 5 wierd or random stuffs about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. at the end of this, list the names of 5 people whom you want to do this next, and leave a comment "YOU ARE TAGGED" in their blog and tell them to read the rules in your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have whispered arguments in my head. In other words, I like to argue with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I am shy around people I'm not really close with. Very very shy. But with my friends, I am practically insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I eat a lot but I still resemble an anorexic. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I am a clean freak. Everything has to be clean, or else I will freak. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Loads have people think Fatin is my sister. One lady even thought that we are twins. I am not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five victims:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Christine&lt;br /&gt;2) My soul sister, Nadiah&lt;br /&gt;3) Shazzie&lt;br /&gt;4) Syahrul&lt;br /&gt;5) Iqahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, Zorro!&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/12549784-113376090920077258?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113376090920077258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113376090920077258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113376090920077258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113376090920077258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-been-tagged-unfortunately.html' title='i have been tagged, unfortunately'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113369195346566578</id><published>2005-12-03T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T02:30:50.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why does my life suck so bad?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what have I ever done to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;I hate my stupidoid sucky old foggy of a dad.&lt;br /&gt;You might tut and say that I'm rude, but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a flying fuck about what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why I hate him?&lt;br /&gt;Coz he's cutting off the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;And my handphone line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to my social life?!?!&lt;br /&gt;FRICKIN SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is evil and I hate him.&lt;br /&gt;Now fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;And DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113369195346566578?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113369195346566578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113369195346566578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113369195346566578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113369195346566578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/12/shit.html' title='shit'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113333919021774382</id><published>2005-11-30T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T00:26:30.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hulle!</title><content type='html'>This is moi.&lt;br /&gt;In Melacca.&lt;br /&gt;Using my lobe Ija's computer.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;She is standing next to me.&lt;br /&gt;She haven't bathed yet.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la, kidding only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah.&lt;br /&gt;Bubbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113333919021774382?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113333919021774382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113333919021774382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113333919021774382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113333919021774382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/11/hulle.html' title='hulle!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113212985774221167</id><published>2005-11-16T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:32:12.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This might be the last time I will post up entries in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Coz I'm going to KL lah, you twit!&lt;br /&gt;What did you think?&lt;br /&gt;That I was gonna delete my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sad.&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 2 Iman has been my class since, like, forever.&lt;br /&gt;And now my form teacher has gone and told us that three peeps from my class would have to retain.&lt;br /&gt;They have to repeat again, coz they failed.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard of it, my hairs stood on end.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I thought, "What if one of them was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;?!"&lt;br /&gt;It could happen, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before  I shut off the computer, I'll just say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you guys so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fatin, Nabilah, Farah and Syahirah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And everyone else, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's hope all of us would still be in the same class next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me for not coming to school today.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me for falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me fuck me fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, geez.&lt;br /&gt;Bring me some tissues.&lt;br /&gt;Tears are stinging my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crap.&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/12549784-113212985774221167?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113212985774221167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113212985774221167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113212985774221167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113212985774221167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/11/goodbye-all.html' title='goodbye all.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113211173947937969</id><published>2005-11-16T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T19:28:59.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorethroat. fever. flu. URGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the pits, man.&lt;br /&gt;I have a really bad sorethroat and fever and flu.&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I didn't go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;My throat hurts like shit.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from the doc.&lt;br /&gt;He told me to drink plenty of water and get enough rest.&lt;br /&gt;The brightside of being sick is, of course, getting out of doing household chores.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanna say a really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; sorry to Fatin Mei for, y'know, disappointing her today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SORRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess I was tired from having to wash the plates after Tarmizi's family came visiting last night.&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 12.30 pm, ok!&lt;br /&gt;And then I couldn't sleep coz suddenly my throat started to hurt, and I'd also started sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;It was only this morning that I realized I have a fever.&lt;br /&gt;*snorts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to KL tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, masimos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113211173947937969?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113211173947937969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113211173947937969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113211173947937969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113211173947937969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/11/sorethroat-fever-flu-urgh.html' title='sorethroat. fever. flu. URGH.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113205069190246377</id><published>2005-11-15T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T02:31:31.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dear husband. HAHA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goodness me.&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband.&lt;br /&gt;He is fucking hot lah.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my freaky looney of a sister, Fatin Mei, created The List.&lt;br /&gt;You peeps won't understand a single fuck anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, yes.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school today despite saying that I wasn't going to.&lt;br /&gt;=.='&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;Cannot, meh?&lt;br /&gt;*flares nostrils*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah.&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop thinking of my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We 'friction-ed' each other in class.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, his tush is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, fine.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop yabbering on about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Just can't resist another chance of 'friction-ing' with my dear husband.&lt;br /&gt;If you stupid morons don't know what 'friction-ing' and 'friction-ed' means, then that is your own problem.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I will smile and swoon and feel high whilst thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;*smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarmizi and his family are coming to my house after maghrib.&lt;br /&gt;=.='&lt;br /&gt;His parents knows my parents.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Whadevah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113205069190246377?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113205069190246377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113205069190246377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113205069190246377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113205069190246377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-dear-husband-haha.html' title='my dear husband. HAHA.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113195470065124223</id><published>2005-11-13T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T04:50:20.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holey molars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to the dentist just now.&lt;br /&gt;It was mightily funny.&lt;br /&gt;The dentist was pretty nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that I had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;nice, strong teeth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that I'm not going to school for the whole week?&lt;br /&gt;Nice, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; you'd be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My arms are still hurting like crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shittyness, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Woit, Fatin mei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You wanna go to school tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Are you nuts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;School sucks lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wanna hang instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trying out blogging like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looks more neater, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Poots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ah, crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My stomach is rumbling and that usually means that I'm hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Getting fat never fails to make my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113195470065124223?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113195470065124223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113195470065124223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113195470065124223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113195470065124223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/11/holey-molars.html' title='holey molars.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113186829664375916</id><published>2005-11-12T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T04:51:05.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cramped arms and aching back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, goodness me. My arms are fucking cramped and my back is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aching&lt;/span&gt; like crap.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Yesterday I went to Johor, remember? And it was bloody crammed in the car, and my cousins couldn't stop bickering. =.='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So then when we reached my uncle's house, there was this two cute babies, and apparently they were my whaddaya call it ... er, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anak sedara&lt;/span&gt; or something like that. They're my cousin's children. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I ended up playing with the older one (who is only two years old). At first she was all stone cold silent and broodingly moody, but after I made a complete arse of myself, she started warming to me. Toddlers just find me irresistible, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi tomato&lt;/span&gt; was fucking yummy! I ate platefuls and I am convinced that I have gained weight. Hoho. Fatty fatty bom bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These days all I do is feel hungry, eat eat eat, sleep sleep sleep and er, eat some more. *sheepish grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; my mission to gain a little weight, afterall. I just hate being the measly 38.5 kg that I used to be. Now I'm 41 kg. *whoops with joy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA! Now no one can accuse me of resembling a stick insect!!! My aunts and uncles used to think that I was suffering from anorexia. *makes sotong face* Pfuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So anyways. New layout. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lame and stupid&lt;/span&gt;, doncha agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes lar. I am always &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; satisfied with my work. So? Cannot, mah? Boo hoo. My photoshop sucks and now I have to download a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuck it lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/12549784-113186829664375916?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113186829664375916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113186829664375916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113186829664375916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113186829664375916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/11/cramped-arms-and-aching-back.html' title='cramped arms and aching back'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113177429051976786</id><published>2005-11-11T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T21:46:26.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck boys. they SUCK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see no point in going to school, so for the next week, I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not gonna come&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I'll sit at home and rot in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was stupid and pointless. Salam kept on accusing that I like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;that guy&lt;/span&gt;, when I'm sure he knew it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;so not true&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why did &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;that guy&lt;/span&gt; keep on looking at me? It was as though he had a crush on me or something.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin never fails to make me laugh like a demented hyena. We got so bored that we messed our tudungs up and ended up looking so fugly we just had to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And after that we made up &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The List&lt;/span&gt;, which was just so funny I nearly busted a gut laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Boys are just worthless pieces of junk. They stink the place up and finish up the oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have given up on them. Now I won't waste my them lusting after them anymore. Instead, I will pay more attention to myself. Beautifying regimes are a must, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;godbloodydammit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my stupid brother is much more vainer than me. He uses chapstick, for god's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wear makeup, fuckit. Not that I'm gonna start. I hate makeup. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll start with lip balm, then move on to lip gloss. And then maybe I'll try using eyeliner. I never seem to get the hang of applying eyeliner. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results are not disappointing, nor are they brilliantly good. They're okay. In fact, I am quite proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I passed science. Not that I thought I was gonna fail or anything, but still. I got A2 for it. I'm such a smarty-pants. I failed maths, btw. Really miserably, in fact. I failed coz I didn't do the graph thing. I forgot to bring my ruler, can you believe it? Haha, like I give a flying fuck about that. I only failed two subs, so overall I did okay. I passed Tafsir!!!! After all those years of failing it. I PASSED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- I am so poor that I can't afford to pay attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113177429051976786?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113177429051976786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113177429051976786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113177429051976786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113177429051976786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/11/fuck-boys-they-suck.html' title='fuck boys. they SUCK.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113153773051080732</id><published>2005-11-09T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T04:03:57.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hulle peepoids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had school today. Pfuit. Boring as shaite (pronounced as SHIT, obviously). I mostly sat around looking at empty space whilst my life ebbed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn poetic. Haha. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo. I went hari raya visiting yesterday. From morning till night. Gee. I have eyebags now. (Take note! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EYEBAGS&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EYELIDS&lt;/span&gt;!) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha, sorry. Private joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mind is now a completely boy-free zone. Fret not, I have not turned into one of those Tatu girls. Haha. Yes lah. I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; they were only pretending to be lesbians, but shaite, who even wants to &lt;u&gt;pretend&lt;/u&gt; being a lezzy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why, but nowadays I feel extremely PARCHED all the freakin time!!! What is wrong with me, lah? How come suddenly I feel so dehydrated?? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn yawn yawn I'm so sleepeh. (x These eyebags are damn heavy!! =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY YAY!!! I'm going to Johor this Saturday. No lah. Not gonna do any shopping (duh). I'll be visiting my relatives! $___$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!!! ((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;absolutely luuuurve&lt;/span&gt; that hot guy. Too bad he's my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*weeps and bawls at the shittyness of it all*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113153773051080732?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113153773051080732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113153773051080732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113153773051080732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113153773051080732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/11/hulle-peepoids.html' title='hulle peepoids!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113135772179446416</id><published>2005-11-07T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T02:37:42.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>laadeedaa (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm fasting today. Damn hungry. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta say hello to school on Wednesday. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Crappety crap&lt;/span&gt;. School might be a tad fun if I can bring my mp3 along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I see no point in blogging. I am simply just to bored to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my stupid photoshop is refusing to open the brushes. So now I can only make simple skins. And that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113135772179446416?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113135772179446416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113135772179446416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113135772179446416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113135772179446416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/11/laadeedaa_07.html' title='laadeedaa (:'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113115306749931633</id><published>2005-11-05T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T17:12:10.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Insane Loonies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very pleased to be announcing that I am no longer broke. Ain't that just happy happy news? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My total hari raya collection is now $104. Yeah, baybeh! I had no idea that I had THAT many relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. Today my insane cousins from Melacca have come to attack Singapore. Lol. Well, actually they arrived yesterday night. Ah, those loonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. That's about it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113115306749931633?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113115306749931633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113115306749931633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113115306749931633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113115306749931633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/11/attack-of-insane-loonies.html' title='Attack of the Insane Loonies'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113093562295778824</id><published>2005-11-02T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T04:50:01.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck my stupid photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh this is goddamn fucked up! My stupid Adobe Photoshop has some problems with it's stupid brushes. Grrrr!!! &gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't load even a single freakin brush, can you believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I won't be able to do any designing at all, until I manage to get my hands on the superDUPER better Adobe Photoshop 8.0!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm downloading it right now. And it'll take AGES. =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucketty fuckit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sorry to Amal (is that your real name??). Your Daniel Radcliffe layout will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kicks computer screen and huffs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. I nearly forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDIL &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FITRI&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113093562295778824?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113093562295778824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113093562295778824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113093562295778824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113093562295778824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/11/fuck-my-stupid-photoshop.html' title='fuck my stupid photoshop'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113089920047564580</id><published>2005-11-02T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T18:46:35.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>erased from your mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Could you look me in the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;and tell me that you're happy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Would you tell it to my face? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Or have I been erased?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Hey hey peepoids!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Hari Raya and I can already &lt;sup&gt;&lt;b&gt;SMELL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; the money! Being rich is really something to look forward to, doncha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just discovered that I had a Soul Sister last night. Nadiah dear, what is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;UP&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with all those things we have in common?! Kinda freaky, I must admit. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo. I still can't decide. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=67577&amp;action=Preview"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 265px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/-Fitri-/fytrie-love.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super pretty, right?! I made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL THE FREAKIN' BRUSHES&lt;/span&gt;, ok! Click on it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Ah, busy busy. I've been vacuuming the house (I luuurve vacuuming!) and doing some dusting here and there. Last night I slept at around one o'clock. Lol. I was listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shan Wee&lt;/span&gt;, the absolute hot DJ ever! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll end this post with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;joke&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three blokes; an Englishman, an Irishman and a Swedishman. They came across a genie in a bottle while walking one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genie promised to grant them each a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing a lot of thinking, they finally decided to slide down a slide (that kinda slide at the playground) and shout out the name of a drink that they want to land in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Englishman was first. While going down the slide, he shouted out, "BEEEEEEEER!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sploosh! He landed in pool filled with beer. He was really very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the Irishman. He yelled "WHISKEEEEEEY!!!" while sliding down, and sploosh! He landed in a pool full of whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last came the Swedishman. While sliding down the slide, he shrieked out gleefully, "WEEEEEEE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sploosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*uncontrollable laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didja get the joke??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/12549784-113089920047564580?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113089920047564580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113089920047564580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113089920047564580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113089920047564580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/11/erased-from-your-mind.html' title='erased from your mind'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113084980792306349</id><published>2005-11-01T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T05:00:16.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Happy days my arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;s&gt;bloody&lt;/s&gt; confused. Really. I mean, sheesh. Who am I gonna choose? If I choose to continue liking HIM, I'll have to wait till I'm &lt;sup&gt;practically SIXTY&lt;/sup&gt;. And if I choose -HIM, I'll be &lt;i&gt;wondering if all those rumours are true&lt;/i&gt;. And if I choose THAT GUY, I know I'll be wondering for EVER if I &lt;b&gt;did the right thing&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes making a decision really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;bites&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113084980792306349?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113084980792306349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113084980792306349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113084980792306349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113084980792306349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-happy-days.html' title='Happy happy days'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113075021496765744</id><published>2005-10-31T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T01:17:41.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God bloody dammit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so freakin PISSED at myself for being such a stupid doofus. I mean, really. I already made this really HAWT layout and was very pleased with it, when I accidentally went and replaced it with a stupid fucking blurry version. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEEBEH! Puik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes lar. I'm dumb. I admit it. But at least my layouts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ROCK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113075021496765744?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113075021496765744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113075021496765744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113075021496765744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113075021496765744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/god-bloody-dammit.html' title='God bloody dammit!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113065952234227122</id><published>2005-10-30T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T01:05:22.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such horrendously BIG feet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought of my feet as small-ish and well, not huge, but apparently I am very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wrong indeed that I am forced to buy size six boots. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/-Fitri-/fitsfeet.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They might look small here, but do not be deceived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, anyway. Yesterday I forced The Parents to take me shoe-shopping coz I was extremely bored and I wanted shoes. So we made a stop at Causeway Point and I headed straight to Converse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I bought what I have always wanted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/-Fitri-/myConverseBoots.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nice, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on wearing them for Hari Raya. What's that you say? I might look weird wearing Converse boots with my pink baju kurung?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with you, you retarded arsewipe! I do not give a fucking tit, coz I hate to conform and looking normal is crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if my friends wear girly sandals with high-heels? If anything, you won't see ME tripping over my own two feet. High-heels have that effect on people, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113065952234227122?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113065952234227122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113065952234227122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113065952234227122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113065952234227122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/such-horrendously-big-feet.html' title='Such horrendously BIG feet...'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113055579116310776</id><published>2005-10-29T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T20:18:56.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Spree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heya people! My shopping spree in Johor was fun! Heh. My dad bought me what I wanted. Everything except for the boots. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter. He says he'll buy me Converse shoes later on Tuesday. Yay! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Here are the list of stuff I bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Baju kurung .. pink in color. Wahahaha. It was damn expensive, man! RM 389!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A pink swishy skirt, RM 59.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A pink blouse, RM 89.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A pink swirly tudung, RM 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A pair of black 501 Levi's jeans. I forgot the price. Lol. But it was damn cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) 3 pink and purple brooches. LOL. RM 2 only. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I think that's pretty much everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice something? Practically EVERYTHING I bought is PINK! Wahahaha. Tryin my best to be as feminine as possible. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly bought a pair of black Adidas sneakers with white stripes. I was thinking of wearing it with my skirt and blouse, but my dad was all, "Are you nuts? Sneakers and skirts don't go well together!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like, "It's MY style, what!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmmph. Parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since he didn't get me the boots I wanted and the Adidas sneakers, he says he'll take me to Causeway Point to buy Converse sneaks!! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo, can't wait! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113055579116310776?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113055579116310776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113055579116310776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113055579116310776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113055579116310776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping Spree!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113045513199084701</id><published>2005-10-28T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T16:18:51.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeah. I have nothing better to do, so I made a new layout. Nice, huh? *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get sick of it, I'll submit it to blogskins. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Johor today with The Parents to do some Hari Raya shopping. New clothes, people! I wanna get LOADS and LOADS of skirts (tryin my best to be as girly as possible) and some long-sleeved blouses. And, of course, A PAIR OF BLACK BOOTS!!! That is a MUST. (x If I can, I'd get COMBAT BOOTS!!! Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala. No more exams, yo! I don't have to stay up the whole fcking night studying like shittaye. *shrieks with glee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so freakin happy and I don't even know why. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bubbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113045513199084701?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113045513199084701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113045513199084701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113045513199084701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113045513199084701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-layout.html' title='New layout'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113040101308208187</id><published>2005-10-27T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T01:16:54.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE FRIGGIN EXAMS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, BAYBEH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more stoopid farking exams!!!! WOOOOOOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahs, now I can DESIGN DESIGN DESIGN ALL DAY LOOONG!!!! Muahahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love designing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113040101308208187?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113040101308208187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113040101308208187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113040101308208187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113040101308208187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-more-friggin-exams.html' title='NO MORE FRIGGIN EXAMS!!!!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113030030285974727</id><published>2005-10-26T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:19:25.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiyer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ONE more day, peepul! Waahaa! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am feeling rather silly and crazy. Lol. Can't wait till Nov 1st ... coz I'm gonna go buy my baju Raya! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths and nahu (Arabic grammar) confirmed FAIL. Damn shittaye hard, man! Oh, wells. Who gives a freakin tit, yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I studied last-minute for Tauhid yesterday. Bwahaa. Six pm till 12 midnight. I really am crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing is, I don't really feel sleepy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE BLOODY DAY BEFORE I CAN START DESIGNING LIKE CRAZY!!!! *whoops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhbie, peepul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113030030285974727?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113030030285974727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113030030285974727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113030030285974727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113030030285974727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/aiyer.html' title='Aiyer.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113022909063747894</id><published>2005-10-25T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T01:31:32.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shittaye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shittaye! Shitake mushroom! Waaahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I hate this. I was being all bimbotic and blur, trying to figure out the stupid codes when I was hit with a damn bloody headache. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a stupid assholic person rated me 1 star. Such craposity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days left before exams officially end. BAABOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhbie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113022909063747894?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113022909063747894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113022909063747894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113022909063747894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113022909063747894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/shittaye.html' title='Shittaye.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-113006009103372244</id><published>2005-10-23T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T02:44:19.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A BLOODY STUPID FUCKING ASSHOLIC CRAPPOTIC HEADACHE!!!!!!! AND I ALSO HAVE A STUPID BLOODY MORONIC FEVER!!!!! AND TOMORROW I HAVE A MATHEMATICS EXAMS AND I HAVEN'T REALLY STUDIED ALL THAT MUCH AND I KNOW THAT I AM GOING TO FAIL SO I'M REALLY PISSED AT MYSELF FOR BEING BLOODY STUPID. AND ALSO, I HAVE TO MEMORIZE FIVE SUBJECTS AND IT SUCKS AND I HAVE A HEADACHE AND I WANNA SCREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-113006009103372244?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/113006009103372244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=113006009103372244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113006009103372244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/113006009103372244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/gah.html' title='GAH!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112998831443472302</id><published>2005-10-22T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T06:38:34.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a busy busy woman! I've got exams to study for, and layouts to make for my beloved-but-annoying friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Create Nabzy's Jesse layout. (Yay, it's finished!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Create Hafstar's model layout. (Nope, haven't even started yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) STUDY STUDY STUDY! *gags*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er. I guess that's all. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go and code Nabzy's layout. She better say thanks, or else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112998831443472302?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112998831443472302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112998831443472302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112998831443472302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112998831443472302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/busyness.html' title='Busyness'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112987910188625204</id><published>2005-10-21T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:18:21.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy. hungry. bored stupid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored. So I made this layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR more days till end of exams. I have a stupid fever followed by an irritating headache. I am easily irritated and I have no mood to revise. Why? Because I'm BORED. I hate to study. I hate exams. I hate everything. Except money. And Yellowcard and The Killers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. It's true. IT IS TRUE. Geddit? I stand no chance. ZERO. NADA. ZILCH. FuckfuckfuckettyFUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hate her, but I can't. It's not like it's her bloody fault. If I should hate anybody, HE deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can he do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he blind or just plain STUPID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112987910188625204?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112987910188625204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112987910188625204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112987910188625204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112987910188625204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/sleepy-hungry-bored-stupid.html' title='sleepy. hungry. bored stupid.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112980437479764188</id><published>2005-10-20T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T03:32:54.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I just checked to see my blog and the whole layout was all BANDWITH EXCEEDED. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to change it to another layout. Decided to use mine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, tomorrow I've got Tafsir and I'm damned lazy to memorize. *sheepish grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I'm a completely lazy arse or anything, it's just that I have a blahdee fever and stoopid headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die die die. Maths was DAMN BLOODY DIFFICULT, I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE ALGEBRA!! *pulls hair out by the roots and screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, man. I'm gonna fail. I know it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till THURSDAY!! End of exams, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can par-taaaay and chill out at the ARCADE! Woooo! Racing, here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna buy The Sims 2 University RIGHT AFTER exams. Can't wait! Then I can control the lives of .. cartoony people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, baybeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112980437479764188?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112980437479764188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112980437479764188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112980437479764188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112980437479764188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/urgh.html' title='Urgh'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112964273360426954</id><published>2005-10-18T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T06:38:55.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven more days to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven more days to go till the end of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had Arabic essay-writing and science. Both were easy peasy lemon squeasy. Heh. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Malay (my mother tongue). Chicken McNugget, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was TWO HOURS just now. My butt got so cramped that it felt numb. Waahaa. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Monstie even had the time to sunbathe just now in school. It was really hot and everything, and we were sitting in the middle of the street soccer court. Lol. We are both terminally insane. (: Despite practically ROASTING ourselves in the sun, we are still bloody NOT tanned enough. I think I am, though, coz I have tanned skin. Light brown, to be specific. Hah. I hate sports and anything that involves sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. My dad's workplace sent a food hamper (YUM!) and it's filled with GAZILLIONS of chocolates!! Woooo! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, how many more days till Hari Raye ah? Let me count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm ... sixteen more days, I guess. Not sure, tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oopsie daisy. Gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUHBIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Much LURVE;&lt;br /&gt;Fytrie &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112964273360426954?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112964273360426954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112964273360426954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112964273360426954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112964273360426954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/seven-more-days-to-go.html' title='Seven more days to go'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112955214015094575</id><published>2005-10-17T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T05:29:00.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleauurghh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I chatted to Xtine today. It's been so long since we talked. And omg, Kyle is so hot. Tee hee. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, anyway, my brain is so full of (no, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; shit) science stuff. Stuff like protein, carbs and fats. Oh, and red blood cells and haemoglobin. It's swirling around and making me real dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning science using the computer. There's this programme called School DNA&lt;br /&gt;and my brother lets me use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Definition of Digestion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digestion is the process of breaking down large, insoluble food molecules into smaller, soluble molecules in our body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Please ignore that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've gotta go and sign out at 9:00 pm, coz I haven't studied for my Arabic essay-writing exam, which is also tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, my exams finish next week, on Thursday. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhbie! I'm supposed to be STUDYING, not BLOGGING. Tsk. I am so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112955214015094575?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112955214015094575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112955214015094575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112955214015094575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112955214015094575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/bleauurghh.html' title='bleauurghh'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112953804191753828</id><published>2005-10-17T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T01:34:40.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck fuck fucketty fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my shitty shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of exams and I'm gonna fail my English exam!!!!!!!!! *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is FREAKIN unacceptable, dammit! I'm ... I'm .. an ENGLISH GENIUS!!! How can I possibly fail?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid comprehension was damn hard sia. I nearly cried. Really. It was about the 2002 World Cup, and I totally didn't get a single fucketty thing. Shit. Absolute CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grits teeth and spits at computer screen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have totally no fucketty mood to study. Tomorrow I've got science and Arabic essay. Tsk. Tell me about it, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I changed my layout again. But this isn't done by me. Some girl named Nadera Nanie designed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck lar! I'm in a really bad mood. Somehow, I get this nasty feeling that I'm gonna FLUNK my Eng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit shit shitty shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap crap crappy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck fuck fucketty fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;URGH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112953804191753828?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112953804191753828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112953804191753828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112953804191753828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112953804191753828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/fuck-fuck-fucketty-fuck.html' title='fuck fuck fucketty fuck'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112927710294547612</id><published>2005-10-14T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T01:05:02.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one after another</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Lenny went and got all stupid on me. I really wished you hadn't told me about .. you-know-what, Len. It really sucks. I guess. But I'm not mad. Hell no. I'm just .. um, confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, HE went and said FUCK or something to my face. And his STUPID ASSWIPE of a friend went and said something really nasty about me and Fatin. And that stupid ASSWIPE supposedly likes her, so I don't geddit. After that both of them apologized. Eat shit, asswipes! What in the name of my teacher's underwear is wrong with boys? I mean, seriously. It's like they're born with permanent brain damage or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then after the Fuck Incident, I had math class. And I was totally, like, stoned. So I kind of fell asleep. Suddenly I felt like someone was watching me. Holy crap. It was That Guy Who Has A Bloody Freakin Crush on Me. I about crapped my pants when I saw him at it, staring at me like I was a doughnut or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all through math class, I saw him looking at me. Then after class, Fatin told me she actually heard a couple of braindead asswipe boys tease That Guy Who Has A Bloody Freakin Crush on Me. Apparently, they were teasing him about ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Utter crappy noodle shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, don't get me wrong. I'm not being a bitch or anything. It's just .. really sick-making. He's kinda cute and all .. but he's just not my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got exams on Monday. Freakin shit, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112927710294547612?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112927710294547612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112927710294547612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112927710294547612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112927710294547612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-after-another.html' title='one after another'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112921049517356565</id><published>2005-10-13T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T06:34:55.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta take control. NOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny, I know you're reading this, so I'm telling you once and for all to STOP messaging me and leaving voicemails. They're getting on my last nerve. So before I get really pissed, please stop it. Okay? I have exams on Monday, and I need to concentrate. About that .. thing, we'll talk some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been doing some self-reflecting lately. About myself, duh. I do realize that I used to be what you can call a goody-two-shoes. I was a smart kid. I was totally enthusiastic about studying. But now the thought of sitting down with a book in front of me makes me want to scream. Really. I don't know what's up with me, but I seem to hate studying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's really worrying. Coz exams are really REALLY near and here I am, typing away on the computer. Oh my god. I am SO dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I started rebelling in primary six. I started hating the teachers. I started rebelling. Little by little. I even tried smoking. When I was 12. Worse still, I did it in the month of Ramadhan. Yep. Evil, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in secondary one, I started not to pay attention in class. Not because I thought I was too smart or anything, but because I really didn't give a fuck. So then one day I was chewing gum. In class. When I fully knew it was, like, not allowed. So then the teacher scolded me and told me to stand up. And I was all, "Wtf, man." She babbled at me about being rude and stuff and told me to mind my manners and I rolled my eyes and actually said, "Whatever. I forgot, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;But I so totally DID NOT forget. In fact, I did it on purpose. As if she was reading my mind, the teacher said, "Are you testing my patience?" I nearly said, "Like DUH." But I just kinda stared at her. Like, "So what? Like I care." And since then she started to hate me. And I returned the favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in secondary two, I started getting BORED STUPID of school. Just the thought of school makes me all depressed. And the fact that my dad beats me up if I failed a subject or anything doesn't really help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I skipped. Like, eight times. And instead of going to school, I went swimming instead. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my best bud were, like, experts when it comes to playing truant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm insane. So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we got caught. SHIT. When my parents found out, they were pissed as hell. Well, not really. My mom wasn't really pissed. My dad was. And I was so fucking scared that I ran away instead of going home. Me and Monstie went to Pasir Ris beach. We played in the sand. Omigod we are so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go home. And when I got home, surprise surprise, I got beaten up. It's so damn predictable. Whenever I do something wrong, he trashes me up like I'm a piece of stinking SHIT. I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I got counselled at school. Guess who was my counsellor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stupid TIT of a woman. Omigod I hate her. She SUCKS. She's a complete HOE and her teeth is YELLOW. She hates me and the feeling is mutual. And you know what? She kept banging on that I was a bad influence on Monstie. What kind of a counsellor is that? Well, SCREW her. I hope a lorry runs her over and squishes her tits to a pulp. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So then I got really depressed that I got really suicidal. Only Shaz knows about this. And I'm really grateful for all the help she's given me. You know, it was really HARD to think straight when all you can think of is DEATH and SUICIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a bunch, Shaz. You stone! Lol. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I posted up this entry. Maybe I just want to remind myself not to make such a complete ASS of myself in the near future. I can't afford to screw up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change. I WANT TO BE THE OLD, NICE, HAPPY-GOING ME. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112921049517356565?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112921049517356565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112921049517356565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112921049517356565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112921049517356565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/gotta-take-control-now.html' title='Gotta take control. NOW.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112911845447583853</id><published>2005-10-12T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T05:00:54.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy crapiola.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh holy crap. CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Len, if you're reading this, please pardon the expletives and all, coz this is my blog and I really need to vent, ok? Please don't think I'm hitting out at you, or something. Coz I'm not. Ok? I'm just venting out my frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the deal with boys? I mean, seriously. Are they insane, or something? Ok, fine. Forget I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off ALONE anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112911845447583853?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112911845447583853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112911845447583853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112911845447583853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112911845447583853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/holy-crapiola.html' title='holy crapiola.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112894252285849663</id><published>2005-10-10T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T05:29:56.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS. lazyness. my decision.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, first things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with EXAMS. The worst thing to ever exist on Earth, in my opinion. I simply HATE it. Oh, heck. It's not like I have a choice, dammit. Hitting the books, it is, then. BOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the second part. My lazyness. Ah, crap. I'm lazy. So? And I've got two fails for the class test 4. DAMMIT. And oh yeah, practically the whole class failed English. Except for seven peeps. I hope I pass. I would BAWL MY EYES OUT if I failed. Coz I always always ALWAYS get top for English and I couldn't bear it if I failed miserably. I would totally hate myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly ... my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamt I'd meet someone so mature (well, except for the whole Qilla-is-a-whore-bitch incident) and cool as you, but I did. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I've made by decision. And it's you. YOU. Don't look so shocked. *squiggly grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, you twit, it's gonna be Corpse Bride or nothing else. Hah! I win again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112894252285849663?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112894252285849663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112894252285849663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112894252285849663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112894252285849663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/exams-lazyness-my-decision.html' title='EXAMS. lazyness. my decision.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112886415694191673</id><published>2005-10-09T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T06:22:36.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>latest layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest layout. Yah, I changed from Feetwie Designs to jaded_star*. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really happie. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy 15th birthday to Shazzie!!! *applauds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also to Nabzy! Happy 14th birthday! *smacks you on the bums*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are gonna get 'sabo-ed' by us tomorrow at school! So BEWARE!!! Wahahahahaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbye! I gotta go and sleep. Tomorrow is .. MONDAY. *pukes and barfs and does some projectile vomitting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, thx to Len for agreeing to wait for me. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112886415694191673?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112886415694191673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112886415694191673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112886415694191673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112886415694191673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/latest-layout.html' title='latest layout'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112883275335927669</id><published>2005-10-09T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T21:39:13.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happie (x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is in LUUUURVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that person, wait for me until AFTER exams, ok? I wanna go see Corpse Bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbyeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112883275335927669?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112883275335927669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112883275335927669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112883275335927669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112883275335927669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/happie-x.html' title='happie (x'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112881964578593404</id><published>2005-10-09T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T18:00:45.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck this. DAMMIT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, this sucks. My photoshop has errors. It just won't load properly. DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiiit. Now what do I do? I was just planning to do some designing, and the stupid thing is having problems and errors and whatnots. DAMN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a disaster. I will have to download another version or possibly even another design software and that will take HOURS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112881964578593404?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112881964578593404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112881964578593404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112881964578593404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112881964578593404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/fuck-this-dammit.html' title='fuck this. DAMMIT.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112877966242573531</id><published>2005-10-08T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T06:54:22.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma gawd, I'm such in a happy mood that nothing can stop me! La la la (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I aced my oral exam yesterday! Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I received my FIRST fanmail from Kate Magni on Thursday. Thanks, Kate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Len and me made up! YAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Shaf told me a secret which is not really a secret anymore. And it's a REALLY good not-so-secret secret. My gob is so smacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Last but not least, I have the bestest friends in the world. Special thanks to Shazzie, Nabzy and Salam for being nice when I needed cheering up. Thanks, guys! Muacks to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very rare for me to feel this happy and oh-so-brilliantly-smiley. Usually I'm very evil, mean and moody. NOT. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112877966242573531?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112877966242573531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112877966242573531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112877966242573531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112877966242573531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112860713488694886</id><published>2005-10-06T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T06:58:54.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my mummy &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hey guys!! Brand new layout. Nice or not?? It's a bit on the girly side, tho. Ick. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I've been absent from school for three whole days. It's been a great bonding moment with my mummy. We cooked stuff together and talked and she even told me about her ex-boyfriends. I didn't know she had a lot of boys chasing her. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even showed me a picture of her and one of her ex-boyfriends. She looked ... well, pretty. Hee haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, Lenny, if you're reading this (and I hope you are), I'm really sorry. It was an accident. Really. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta go. Tomorrow I've got to go to school. *pukes blood* Dammit. I even have an oral exam. Shiiiiit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112860713488694886?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112860713488694886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112860713488694886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112860713488694886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112860713488694886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-love-my-mummy-3.html' title='I love my mummy &lt;3'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112842215464793242</id><published>2005-10-04T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T03:35:54.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of this stupid layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like suddenly I've got loads of people visiting my blog coz of the entry I posted about my haunted school. To those of you who still doubt it, I swear it's true. If you don't believe me, that's your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am fucking sick of this layout. Every time I see it, I feel like kicking the computer screen. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be prepared for a new KICK ASS layout. I'm currently working on it. It'll be ready by the end of the week, coz exams are coming (!!!!) and I have to study. Dammit. I hate studying. Always have and always will. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaz, that was creepy about your dream. Lol. Too bad we didn't see each other at the polyclinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee haw. Ciao, people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much luuurve,&lt;br /&gt;Feetwie &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112842215464793242?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112842215464793242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112842215464793242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112842215464793242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112842215464793242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/10/sick-of-this-stupid-layout.html' title='Sick of this stupid layout'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112807520956464951</id><published>2005-09-30T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T03:13:29.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack from The Unseen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so totally NOT over what happened at school yesterday. It was damn freaky. I mean, holy cow, there was a 'thing' going around getting lots of people possessed and all. And the teachers were all, "Don't be scared. It's nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you the full story, from my point of view, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was as per normal. English class was boring and after that we had a Quran oral exam. Next up was my fave subject: recess. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking to the canteen, we kind of bumped into one of the kids who got possessed. I looked at him, and he STARED SPOOKILY back at me. I mean, he was GLARING. Sheesh. He was escorted by C. Iskandar, who held the poor boy by the arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had recess and after the bell had rung, we ignored it and kept eating. Then  I saw Shaz and she grinned and said, "Just take your time." So after we'd already eaten, we hurried off to the assembly court, and Mdm Nora and Mdm Baizah had already gathered there with all the secondary students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Nora said, "We have a crisis." And she proceeded to tell us about the 'disturbance'. I got really freaked. I mean, this has never happened before in school. Especially a religious school like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she told us to recite Ayat Qursi really loudly before entering our class. So we did that. I had math that time, and C. Zul announced for us to take ablution and proceed to the dewan (hall) to recite Yasin together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already jumping for joy at the back of the class coz who likes math, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to the dewan and recited Yasin three times and in the middle of it, I heard a girl scream. I looked behind to see what had happened but I couldn't really see clearly coz of my myopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after reciting the Quran, we had a short break. We went back to class after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah dee blah. Second recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Fatin walked along the corridor, and suddenly, outside a sec 3 class, I heard someone scream. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Fatin had already ran off, making scared-stupid noises. I couldn't move coz the screaming seemed sort of interesting to me. But then I got scared and I ran off. Lol. I didn't know that the girl who screamed was Shaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After second recess, we went to the musollah (prayer hall) for our zohor prayers, and there was this girl screaming uncontrollably. She was covering her ears and acting really spooky. I couldn't help staring at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustz Khatijah told us to recite Ayat Qursi loudly. So we recited it out loud, again and again. The girl kept on shrieking and shrieking like a demented moron. I was quite annoyed. Then the female teachers escorted her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the scary part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Fatin Omar were getting ready to pray when a girl in front of us just stared crying for no apparent reason. Seriously. She started bawling like she never bawled before. Her friends called Ustz Maizurah and she pulled the wailing girl away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was SCREAMING, "I want to go home! I want to go home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when all the hairs on my arms stood on end. I couldn't help feeling spooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustz Maizurah told us to ignore her screamings and just continue praying. After praying, she told us not to be scared and that the 'thing' would attack those who are weak-hearted. So I made a vow not to be a sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to class after that. Everyone of us were talking away, acting normal (except for Aqilah, who was staring blankly at us) when Aliah started to cry. I was like, "Aw, man. Not again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really started sobbing. Her hands were shaking like mad. I got up and put my arm around her (I didn't even feel scared, just a tad annoyed) and told her somewhat bossily to stop crying. But did she listen? No. She went about her crying business, seemingly oblivious to my orders to stop crying and be brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Ust Mahzan entered the class and asked if we (the whole class) were ok. We said, "We're fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he noticed that Aliah was crying her eyes out, with my arm around her, telling her to stop it already. He asked if she was ok, and she shook her head somewhat violently. So he told her to stand up (and she did, shaking all the while) and asked someone to go bring her down to the canteen for a drink. No one offered to accompany her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Oh what the heck. I'll do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put up my hand, grabbed her arm and dragged her downstairs to the canteen. I was comforting her all the way, saying stuff like, "It's okay. Don't be scared. I'm here. Stop crying. Everything will be okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, at the canteen, she started freaking me out when she started wheezing and gasped out, "I can't breathe!" I was all, "Holy cow! What am I supposed to do?? I can't even perform CPR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily (or unluckily, from your point of view), Mdm Norshida (she hates me and the feeling is mutual) came over and asked what the fuss was about. She told Aliah to take deep breaths, calm down blah dee blah. I recited Ayat Qursi near Aliah's right ear. She was shaking and struggling to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she'd calmed down, I took her back to class. On the way, we passed Sec 2 Ihsan, and there was a girl (Fardillah?) practically lying on the floor, screaming her head off. Two female teachers were holding her arms, and Ust Alaina was talking to her (or something, I couldn't really tell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was transfixed. I couldn't move. Aliah started to weep again. Suddenly, I felt a rush next to me, and I got goosebumps all over my body. I gulped, took a deep breath and recited Ayat Qursi. I hauled Aliah into the classroom and Ust Rozi was writing some Quranic verses on the whiteboard for us to copy down. Everyone was reciting Ayat Qursi REALLY loudly and energetically. So I joined in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I noticed that Aqilah's seat was empty. Fatin said, "The thing's got her." I was damn shocked. I thought she was faking it. Really, I did. A while later she came back in, looking somewhat dazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3 pm, there was an announcement for all students to go back home. We packed our stuff and lined-up outside the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, me and my pals couldn't stop discussing what had happened. 20 people altogether got possessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. It was certainly the most unusual day I've ever experienced in school. It was even worse than exams. Everyone was scared stupid, including me. Only I got hold of myself and went around cracking jokes like the clown that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it'll be easy to forget what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112807520956464951?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112807520956464951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112807520956464951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112807520956464951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112807520956464951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/attack-from-unseen.html' title='Attack from The Unseen'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112799370844439366</id><published>2005-09-29T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T04:35:08.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My school is haunted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school is haunted. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of peeps (mostly girls) were possessed. They started screaming and all. It was damn freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, whatever. I'm not that bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There's something wrong with my blogger. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112799370844439366?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112799370844439366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112799370844439366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112799370844439366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112799370844439366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-school-is-haunted.html' title='My school is haunted.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112748079450419437</id><published>2005-09-23T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T06:06:34.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when will I stop doing this to myself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is crappier than a bucket of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling damn miserable and gloomy and pissy. Ok, I'll elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect he likes someone else. Let's just call that someone else as ... Amy. Amy has been my friend since primary school. We're not really close, but we get along fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I'd love to hate her, but she's just so ... nice. I just can't bring myself to hate her. It'd be really unfair to her. And besides, I'm not the evil dickhead that I claim to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today he accidentally-on-purpose brushed his arm against me. I knew he did it deliberately, coz when I turned to look at him, he looked back and shot me that lame "Oops, sorry, but I hope you don't mind" Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I stop doing this to myself? I don't want to get hurt. But I just can't seem to help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate him ... but at the same time I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, somebody shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112748079450419437?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112748079450419437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112748079450419437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112748079450419437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112748079450419437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-will-i-stop-doing-this-to-myself.html' title='when will I stop doing this to myself?'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112739067761876974</id><published>2005-09-22T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T05:04:37.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my impossible ambition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to be in a band. A band that eventually gets recognized by a record label and gets signed up. And then I'd get to perform my stuff in PUBLIC. Wooo! Won't that rock?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*excited grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!! And I'd get to sing my own original songs! HOW FREAKIN COOL WOULD THAT BE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's impossible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112739067761876974?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112739067761876974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112739067761876974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112739067761876974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112739067761876974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-impossible-ambition.html' title='my impossible ambition'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112721911808205737</id><published>2005-09-20T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T04:45:29.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons Why I LOVE Taufik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He is damn fcking CUTE. *swoons* Especially up-close. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He smells damn nice. *shrieks with glee* [I am so lucky to have sniffed his cologne.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He's really tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And hot. REALLY REALLY HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He can SING! And his voice rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He's really very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He has got very nice eyes. And I mean VERY nice. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. His smile is soooooooooooooooo cutsie wootsie and CHARMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. He knows how to make his insane fans happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He obliges to whatever his fans ask for. If you ask for a hug, he hugs you. If you hold out your hand for a handshake, he shakes it. If you call out to him and wave, he'll smile really WIDELY and wave back (and sometimes if he recognizes you he even says "Hi!".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa luuuuurve,&lt;br /&gt;Pytrie &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112721911808205737?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112721911808205737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112721911808205737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112721911808205737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112721911808205737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/top-10-reasons-why-i-love-taufik.html' title='Top 10 Reasons Why I LOVE Taufik'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112713362106929647</id><published>2005-09-19T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T06:44:23.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big fat fugly LIAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think my hatred for her would increase/expand, but it did. Holy smokes, now I hate her more than ever before!!! And it sure is not healthy to hate someone so much like what I'm doing now -- hating someone so bloody much that it is the equivalent of all the hairs on my entire body. Yes, even nose hairs. Now, don't make that stupid, grossed out face because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYBODY ON THIS FREAKIN PLANET HAS GOT NOSE HAIRS&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the reason I loathe her so bloody much is because she had the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FREAKIN NERVE TO LIE TO MY FACE&lt;/span&gt;!! Yes, people. A stupid baboon has attempted to lie to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MOI&lt;/span&gt;, the most smartest, intelligent, kick-ass genius person to have ever roamed this primitive Earth EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GAWD&lt;/span&gt;. Do I even look like a complete &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FOOL&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PUH-PUH-PUHLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lie was so goddamn stupid that even a deaf person would not have believed her. Even a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FLEA&lt;/span&gt; would have rolled its eyes in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seething right now. I am boiling hot. I want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SMACK&lt;/span&gt; her across her fugly face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112713362106929647?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112713362106929647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112713362106929647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112713362106929647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112713362106929647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/big-fat-fugly-liar.html' title='big fat fugly LIAR'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112696373593656595</id><published>2005-09-17T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T06:36:12.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To: Fitri .......... Love, Taufik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooohooo!!! I went to DXO today and Taufik sat directly in front of me! How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he sat down and looked around at everybody who was shouting/screaming his name, I waved madly like the mad person that I am and shouted out his name. He looked at me, smiled, and waved back! *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Daniel Ong (the host) asked him questions and when he was answering them, I called out his name and waved again (really madly) and he waved back and smiled. Ahhh. Absolute cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the stupid fcking 'lucky' (more like unlucky) draw started and I called out, "Taufik!" He looked at me expectantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pick me! Pick me!" I pleaded shamelessly. Then I proceeded to make sad puppy faces so that he would take pity on me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mad an "Awww" face and said, "I'll try, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoons insanely* Could he be any hotter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD FATIN'S NUMBER GOT CALLED!!!! *shrieks with joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, Fatin, you should thank me, okay! I had this feeling that I should take the 0323 ticket, but then being the good best bud that I am, I gave it to you instead. AND I qued for the goddamn tickets okay!! If not then you wouldn't have had met Saliva again! *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, I gave Fatin my Taufik Shooting Stars postcard for him to sign, and when it was her turn, she said to Taufik, "Eh can you put my best friend's name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he signed the postcard (or whatever it is), Fatin pointed at me and Taufik waved and smiled (and he even mouthed "Hi!"), and I stupidly went and stuck my tongue out at him!! (He laughed!) Am I whacked, or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote, "To: Fitri ......                  Love, Taufik"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on cloud 9 right now. I'm floating. I'm levitating. I'm ... afloat. Whatever. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. And Olinda "flying kissed" me and Fatin. Ew. Hehehe. She's really friendly. Fatin caught her staring at us. Oo, freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to watch a Shooting Stars premiere starring Olinda and her 'boyfriend' Toot. Heh. Olinda's acting is not bad. In fact, I think she's the funniest among the five Idol finalists. But the cutest must be Taufik lah! Tee hee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go! I have an essay to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pouts and rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa luuurve,&lt;br /&gt;Fitri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112696373593656595?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112696373593656595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112696373593656595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112696373593656595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112696373593656595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-fitri-love-taufik.html' title='To: Fitri .......... Love, Taufik'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112687340558203159</id><published>2005-09-16T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T05:23:25.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy armpits! It's PARTY time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an essay to write. *yawns* B-O-R-I-N-G. Repeat after me. BORING. I'm just too lazy to get psyched about something so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to a PUB tomorrow!!! Ain't that fucking cool?! *laughs manically*&lt;br /&gt;I'm only fourteen and I'm gonna be partying in a PUB!!! Yes, people, you got that right! A PUB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, there won't be any liquor. And drugs. Duh. I'm an angel. I don't do drugs. Or get drunk. Didn't I tell you that already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, holy armpits! Guess what?!?! GUESS WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to my kuz's house just now, and he was, like, strumming his guitar and all and suddenly I started singing one of my songs. OUT LOUD. And guess what my dear old kuzzin said? Come on, you buttheads. GUESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Your voice is not bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I started blushing like mad and I said, "Don't be a pisshead. You know it sucks. I KNOW it sucks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he started going on about making a band and making me the lead singer. And I was all, "What crack are you smoking, dude?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that he was probably humoring me or something. Coz the only other person who thinks my voice is okay is ... me. Lol. And I only sing in the toilet. Hee haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, baybeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112687340558203159?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112687340558203159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112687340558203159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112687340558203159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112687340558203159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/holy-armpits-its-party-time.html' title='Holy armpits! It&apos;s PARTY time!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112678964354414353</id><published>2005-09-15T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T06:22:21.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do love her to bits (=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of giving Monstie (she's my best friend and tween sister) her birthday presents on Friday, me and Nabzy just couldn't wait so we gave it to her today instead. Lol. So kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabzy bought her Eeyore (is this the right spelling?) and it was soooooo cute that I kept hugging it and smelling it. Monstie, if you're reading this, I WANT TIGGER!!!! Heh. [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought her a small-ish, cute-ish Converse shoe keychain (despite being minute, it is really damn expensive!!) and this really adorable birthday card. AND I also made her this small book titled, A Tribute to The Fools. Which is just a cartoon-ish story of the both of us (our teacher nicknamed us The Fools because we are clowns duh). AND I'll be searching my butt off for a Mr Bean teddy bear for her. Really, my best friend is insane, nuts, crazy and ... insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, she'd better get Tigger for me, or else I will moan and moan about it until she turns deaf. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. *grins evilly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/y202/-Fitri-/?action=view&amp;current=Sufian.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh my goodness. Isn't he just CUTE?!?!?!?!?! And ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS?! LOOK AT HIS EYELASHES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams with glee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him. He's my cousin, btw. *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112678964354414353?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112678964354414353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112678964354414353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112678964354414353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112678964354414353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-do-love-her-to-bits.html' title='I do love her to bits (='/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112652277898056291</id><published>2005-09-12T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T03:59:39.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why must Monstie be really smart and annoying? And why oh why can't I stop my damn fingers from blurting everything out?!?! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I hope she likes the present I'm getting for her. Or else. She is going to be on the receiving end of my Ultra Smelly Sock Smack. Lol. Er, I hope the thing I'm getting for her is not over my budget, coz, if it is, then I'd have to rack my brains and think of another prezzie. And that is going to suck real bad coz I spent ages thinking up my current prezzie for her. Blah. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Today is the first sucky day of shitty school. YAWN. *rolls eyes to the upper skies* Lame. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEE!!! CANNOT WAIT FOR 17 SEPTEMBER!!!!!!! *squeals girlishly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, I don't know what to wear. Aaaargghh! WHAT TO WEAR WHAT TO WEAR?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigod. I can't believe I'm turning into one of those brainless girls who worries about what they're gonna wear for an important event blah blah blah!!!!! *smacks self across face with bra strap* OUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't buy new clothes coz then I wouldn't have any money for Monstie's presents. I am so broke. Well, no. Technically, I'm not broke. I have FIFTY FUCKING DOLLARS but my mom totally forbids me to spend it. Sucks, or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so unfair. I WON THE FIFTY DOLLARS IN AN ESSAY WRITING COMPETITION OK!! IT'S MY MONEY!!! You'd think I'm allowed to do anything I want with it, right? But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go. I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112652277898056291?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112652277898056291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112652277898056291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112652277898056291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112652277898056291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/fashion-dilemma.html' title='Fashion Dilemma'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112617110458099473</id><published>2005-09-08T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T02:32:42.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aw, shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with this particularly moody-ish layout of mine. I'm damn proud of it, leh! And, just for the record, I didn't make it coz of a guy or anything. I totally hate those loser-ish girls who think they desperately NEED a boy in their life or else they'd get cancer and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I made it coz it shows my feelings towards my friend. How I really need her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, NO. I'm not a lesbian. Puh-leez. FRIENDS. Not girlfriends. Or life partners. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I don't think I'm in the mood to go tomorrow. Coz, excuse me while I barf, I will then have to go with that stupid fat arse whom I hate with every fibre of my being. Which is so totally puke-making it's almost enough to make me strangle myself with a shoelace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*makes pukey faces at the computer screen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am currently very addicted to Yellowcard's Only One. I have now listened to it for approximately SIXTY-TWO times (and still counting...) in just two days. Somebody please whack me with a jockstrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee. I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112617110458099473?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112617110458099473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112617110458099473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112617110458099473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112617110458099473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/aw-shit.html' title='aw, shit'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112608419695359006</id><published>2005-09-07T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T02:09:56.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ergh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*All names have been changed to protect the innocent, namely me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know life is too short to feel jealous, but seriously. This is starting to get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mimo says that she hates *Dodo, but right now I could've sworn that they're the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go around to and from school together, it's almost enough to make me puke. AND they're sharing in jokes with each other, which just makes me even more pissed off and puke-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is stupid, but *Dodo promised me that she'd buy me a birthday present MONTHS ago ... but she never really did buy me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what? *Mimo's birthday isn't even A WEEK AWAY, and already *Dodo bought her TWO FREAKING PRESENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fucking left out. And pissed at *Dodo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like smacking her across her bloody fat face with my extremely smelly socks. Or poking her SEPET eyes out with a pair of chopsticks. Or even sticking a fork up her pig snout, also known as her 'nose'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm evil. So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap it. *rolls eyes to the upper skies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's change the bloody topic, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, there seem to be a lot of people who've either called me cute or ... ehem, pretty. *gags*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's count them, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, I'm not being egoistical about this, I'm doing this because I want to feel good about myself...whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Taufik Batisah, the Singapore Idol. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My close buddy Nabzy. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My friend's male friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My designer friend Xtine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Xtine's really cute older brother, Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My classmate, Aminah. She actually said that she thought I was ... pretty. She even said that a lot of guys would probably like me if I wasn't so clowny and goofy. *falls off chair and starts laughing like an insane loony*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My classmate, Farah. Says that I'm cute. Aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My classmate, Aliah. She agreed with Aminah on the whole "You'd be more prettier if you stopped acting like a total goofball, Fitri".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Yes. I am feeling bloody good right now. HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just for your info, I don't go around thinking that I'm cute/pretty/whatever. Usually, I always scream when I see my reflection in the mirror. Really. I am utterly convinced of my fugly-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Er, I think I'd better stop grinning now. I look really fucktarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112608419695359006?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112608419695359006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112608419695359006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112608419695359006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112608419695359006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/ergh.html' title='ergh.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112591430549380121</id><published>2005-09-05T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T02:58:25.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YIKES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so insane, somebody please whack me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, this is the third time I've changed my layout in just THREE days!!! Ain't that insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am so bummed out coz I gotta go to school for the shitty orals. Damn damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of this layout. I am fucking proud of it, can?! Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me nearly two hours to design it, figure out the codes and stuff. But the final results just makes me so happy I feel like dancing the Hippy dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh! I'm going to see Fik for two days this month! On the 10th and 17th. See? Told ya I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I promised myself I'd switch the bloody comp off at 6 SHARP and start revising. Exams are near!! And I am ... scared stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Tomorrow is my mum's birthday. I got her some chocolate. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112591430549380121?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112591430549380121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112591430549380121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112591430549380121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112591430549380121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/yikes.html' title='YIKES!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112589332569493144</id><published>2005-09-05T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:08:45.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hah. I'm insane, yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't sit still for a minute. I kind of hated all the pinkness of my old layout, so I made another gray one. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you peeps think of this one? I think it's okay-ish, if not lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, yesterday I went to Downtown East for the Family Day thing. It was extremely lame. And boring. I mostly sat around doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were a LOT of cute guys there. Seriously. A LOT. My eyes nearly popped out from their sockets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cutest must be the Quebec guy. Phwoar! That one very cute, leh! Tee hee hee! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, my hormones are becoming more and more insane by the minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem. Anyway I want to say a very big THANKS to Shaz for that Taufik card you made me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly shrieked with joy (in public, no less) when I opened up my journal and it nearly fall out. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I arrived late for school. Yawn. It's supposed to be the HOLIDAYS, but no. We are forced to get our butts unglued from our beds and march to school for the stupid orals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Miss Fajar as the .. oral examiner. She asked me why I was so 'fidgetive'. Um, HELLO, correct me if I'm wrong, but I think the correct word is FIDGETY. Maybe. I guess. Coz there's definitely no such word as fidgetive, is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had breakfast yet. Not if you count orange peels and coconut juice as breakfast. Which I don't. Count them as breakfast, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I gotta go and revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes to the upper skies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112589332569493144?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112589332569493144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112589332569493144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112589332569493144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112589332569493144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/hah-im-insane-yeah.html' title='Hah. I&apos;m insane, yeah.'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112572049495437476</id><published>2005-09-03T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:08:14.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teehee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, yeah, so I changed my layout back. It just kind of felt weird with the gray layout, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm bored. The holidays are HERE at last!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOO-FRICKIN-HOOO!!!!! *starts dancing the chicken dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are my plans for the hols? Erm, I'm not sure yet. But tomorrow I'll be going down to the Downtown East (!!!!!) to have some frickin fun! Alright! *pumps fist in the air excitedly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. I hope you don't mind my changing my layout again and again and again, coz frankly, I'm getting sick of it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112572049495437476?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112572049495437476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112572049495437476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112572049495437476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112572049495437476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/teehee.html' title='Teehee'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112556775093899497</id><published>2005-09-01T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T03:37:48.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Layout Revamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heya, chummettes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can clearly see (unless you are as blind as a bat), I have changed my layout yet again. It's just that I'm too bored and have nothing better to do. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope you like it. I was in a very ... dark and angsty mood, so I made this Fading Away skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, what you see there is a picture of myself. I look totally fugly in it, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, chummettes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112556775093899497?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112556775093899497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112556775093899497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112556775093899497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112556775093899497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/09/layout-revamp.html' title='Layout Revamp'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112548800672430066</id><published>2005-08-31T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T02:43:14.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaz, you ROCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, inspiration struck me when I was feeling crappy. So here it is. A song written by me, dedicated to my friend Shaz. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No one seems to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What I have burning deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;People keep accusing me of things I didn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel like I'm screwing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate going through it every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Listening to them talk about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It hurts so much that I start to bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When I try to spread my wings (and break away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I get scared and then I start to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When I try to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Something seems to suffocate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And that's when I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When everything starts to fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're there to help me patch them up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You know I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And when I want to end it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You told me I could survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know what to do if I haven't got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You came into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And suddenly things don't seem so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You picked me up when I'm down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gave me hope when I gave up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Helped me when something went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm just glad you were there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And so to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've written this song for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chorus x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know what I'll do without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heh. Shaz, if you feel really embarrassed by this sudden show of affection (LOL), then I'll be glad to delete this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112548800672430066?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112548800672430066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112548800672430066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112548800672430066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112548800672430066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/08/shaz-you-rock.html' title='Shaz, you ROCK!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112537752177519646</id><published>2005-08-30T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:55:35.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling left out sucks a whole crappy lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought of myself as someone who doesn't get easily jealous, but obviously I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wrong, indeed, that I feel like smacking everyone in the vicnity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a best friend with whom I shared everything with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, recently we got caught for skipping school (who can blame us for doing it when our school sucks worse than cow manure?) and her parents want us to GO OUR OWN SEPARATE WAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dad even asked our form teacher to change our seating arrangements, and I somehow had the bad luck to get assigned a new seat ... in front. Right in front of the fucking teacher's desk, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I was pissed, of course. But then I got over it. Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at my old seat, which was at the very back of the class. Just for fun coz I was missing my old pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling left out when my best friend and another girl (whom I hate so much I feel like squeezing her eyeballs out) started laughing. Apparently, the girl had said something not really funny, and suddenly, the pair of them started to laugh like it was the most funniest thing they'd ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you guessed it. They'd just cracked an In Joke and laughed about it in front of someone who doesn't have a fucking clue about what they were babbling about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's an In Joke, you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An In Joke is what you share with your friend/s that no one else knows about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, one day you were sitting on a bus with your friend and a boy was scratching his groin, and the next day your male friend was doing the same thing (scratching his groin, that is) and your friend and you started to laugh like a pair of loonies. Of course, someone in the vicnity will shoot you a blank look and that would just result in more insane laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do you geddit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, then nevermind. It is not your fault that you should have the bad luck of having such a slow brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt so pissed when I asked them what was so funny and all they said in reply was, "Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, frick. Don't mind me. I'm just feeling jealous. And pissed. But most of all I'm feeling stupidly left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112537752177519646?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112537752177519646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112537752177519646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112537752177519646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112537752177519646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/08/feeling-left-out-sucks-whole-crappy.html' title='feeling left out sucks a whole crappy lot'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112521158984786721</id><published>2005-08-28T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:46:54.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>full of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously bored. Geddit? I'm bored. BORED. B-O-R-E-D. Bored as heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I'll stop yabbering on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say, 'cept that life SUCKS. Sucks, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112521158984786721?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112521158984786721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112521158984786721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112521158984786721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112521158984786721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/08/full-of-it.html' title='full of it'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112506138791670931</id><published>2005-08-26T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T06:03:07.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gee. I'm bored. I've got nothing better to do. 'Cept play on the comp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Currently listening to Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson. I'm hooked to it. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, I've got math tuition at 9.15 pm. YAWN. I'm at my aunty's house, btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okies, gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ciao! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112506138791670931?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112506138791670931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112506138791670931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112506138791670931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112506138791670931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/08/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112478988552946479</id><published>2005-08-23T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T02:44:22.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crapness all around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy, you mormons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life, as you know it, is currently very high on the Crap-o-meter. I didn't go to school today. Don't worry. I didn't skip.*rolls eyes* My leg happened to be very painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaz, I'll give you my journo tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is accusing me of having corrupted her precious daughter. The absurdness of it is making me hurl out extremely rude words every few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are extremely red from all the crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is overloading as per usual. But this time it's overloading with vulgarities, which is not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel great having skipped school and getting all these nicey-nice attention from The Parents and The Teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my whole I'm-A-Fucking-Rebel outburst, they act like I'm such an angel incapable of murdering an ant. Totally unworthy of any attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all the teachers look at me as if to say, "I never knew you had problems" and "Oh, look, here comes The Girl who Skipped School".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful I have friends (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; friends, for that matter) who have stood by me and helped me through this difficult stage in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erlack. I sound so totally ... lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooties, to that particular person who still insists that I have polluted her precious angelic (NOT!) daughter, if you happen to come across my equally precious angelic blog, then let me just make you aware of this fact: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH HAVING CORRUPTED YOUR FREAKIN DAUGHTER. IF SHE'S CHANGED, THAT'S HER BUSINESS. DON'T ACCUSE ME. IT'S SICK. AND LAME. AND IT JUST SHOWS WHAT KIND OF MOTHER YOU ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112478988552946479?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112478988552946479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112478988552946479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112478988552946479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112478988552946479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/08/crapness-all-around.html' title='crapness all around'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112459240921756600</id><published>2005-08-21T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T19:48:27.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am better off dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blows major chunks, man. I so totally hate myself for this. I won't forgive myself. How can I be so stupid? HOW?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just pissed off at everyone. EVERY FREAKIN HUMAN BEING ON EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, at Monstie's parents for accusing me of being a bad influence on their daughter. They said they're not putting the blame on me, but I so can tell from their "She never used to be like this" and "She used to be cheerful and easy-going".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, they're saying Monstie used to be a goody-two-shoes until she became friends with ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are they driving at? That I'm a stupid moron? That I made their precious daughter turn into a full-fledged rebel? Come on, man!! I'm only fourteen years old!!! I make mistakes, like, EVERY DAY OF MY USELESS LIFE!!! I'm not perfect. I never said I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm the most stupidest person to ever exist on this green green Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they knew what goes on in my life. How I cry every single night. How I wish I was dead. How, when I look into the mirror, I feel like punching what I see. How I loathe what I see. I HATE MYSELF, GEDDIT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, frick. Now I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, because of my extreme stupidity, my best friend's parents hate me like shit. They hate me to the extent that they don't want their daughter to be friends with me anymore. I've supposedly polluted her. And that's why I hate myself so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I deserve to die. I'm so freakin useless. I don't trust anybody anymore. I don't even trust myself. I am so screwed. Geddit? I AM SO SCREWED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not looking forward to go to school tomorrow. I just .. can't face it. It's just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that song? Incomplete? I used to hate it like shit, but now it describes how I feel precisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel freakin incomplete without my sidekick. My twin sister. My best friend in the whole universe. I'M CRYING LIKE CRAP RIGHT NOW. What the frick am I gonna do without her????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine. Your best friend's parents want you to stop being friends with their daughter. How would YOU feel? Sucky, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fucking INCOMPLETE. And I hate myself. I hate myself like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see happy families joking together, I get this hollow feeling inside. I'm jealous of those kids. They don't know how lucky they are. If only I could trade places with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my dad took my whole family out to eat. But I had no mood to join in the fun. I sat at the back of the bus, and looked at my dad, mom and brother sitting together. They looked like a happy family. I just don't belong. I didn't feel left out. I just knew .. that I didn't belong. I've had that feeling since I was a little kid. Sometimes I even wish that I was adopted. Or even better, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin, if you're reading this, I'm so sorry for all that's happened. Even if we can't be friends anymore, you're still my best bud. My sidekick. Please don't forget me. You're like the sister I never had. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112459240921756600?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112459240921756600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112459240921756600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112459240921756600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112459240921756600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-better-off-dead.html' title='i am better off dead'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112451517826083439</id><published>2005-08-20T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:19:38.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i royally screwed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh holy shit. Oh crap. Oh jeez. Oh fuck. Oh man. Oh boy. Oh tit. I SCREWED UP. I ROYALLY SCREWED UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so messed up. GEDDIT?! Even my mom is asking me to get the fuck out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps asking me what kind of problem I have. I mean, I don't even know what's up with me. I DON'T KNOW, OK?! Stop asking me all these dumb questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ... GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. Everything sucks right now. And the worst thing is that I cant be friends with Fatin anymore. Her dad wants us to split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the reason why I hate myself so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112451517826083439?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112451517826083439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112451517826083439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112451517826083439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112451517826083439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-royally-screwed-up.html' title='i royally screwed up'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112436736919536413</id><published>2005-08-18T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T05:16:09.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM THE MOST EVIL-EST PERSON ON EARTH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crap. Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap. You understand me?! CRAP!!!!! CRAAAAAAPP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up big-time!!!! OH, SHIT. I can't believe myself. I am so stupid sometimes. Well, okay, most of the time. OH, MAN. SHIIIIIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps face and hits head on the wall repeatedly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM PISSED AT MYSELF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112436736919536413?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112436736919536413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112436736919536413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112436736919536413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112436736919536413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-most-evil-est-person-on-earth.html' title='I AM THE MOST EVIL-EST PERSON ON EARTH!!!'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112436447914811147</id><published>2005-08-18T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T04:27:59.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lameness All Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. But I'm not really in the mood to do any blogging. I'm pissed with this particular person. He got me busted and got my most prized possession confiscated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot, you doofus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112436447914811147?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112436447914811147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112436447914811147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112436447914811147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112436447914811147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/08/lameness-all-around.html' title='Lameness All Around'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12549784.post-112410447838578855</id><published>2005-08-15T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T04:14:38.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm high</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt oddly blank today. All I could think about was Fikky. Lol. I even forgot to feel all tingly when I saw you-know-who, i.e., my crush for five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really. I don't care. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go! I'm off making a FikSly/SlyFik layout!! (I still can't decide!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12549784-112410447838578855?l=16april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/feeds/112410447838578855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12549784&amp;postID=112410447838578855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112410447838578855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12549784/posts/default/112410447838578855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16april.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-high.html' title='I&apos;m high'/><author><name>loveriot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14612880526142207254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
