<?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-149595551987268960</id><updated>2011-12-03T00:03:16.157+08:00</updated><category term='misunderstood'/><category term='Self-reminder'/><category term='secret'/><category term='sabah bha nie'/><category term='11 Mac'/><category term='kadet polis'/><category term='school life'/><category term='movies'/><category term='ramblings.'/><category term='Sigh.'/><category term='13 Mac'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='NO NOT MONDAY GRR'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='rubbish.'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='tumblr'/><category term='KK Plaza'/><category term='I talk of nonsense'/><category term='typography'/><category term='CAPS LOCK OF RAGE'/><category term='my week'/><category term='khai sorry i didn&apos;t tell u i updated my blog..'/><category term='Memoris'/><category term='Interviews'/><category term='disapointed'/><category term='Private'/><category term='UPU'/><category term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><category term='confused'/><category term='Panic Attack'/><category term='FEAR ME.'/><category term='Pichas'/><category term='Sunday.'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Venting'/><category term='Just For Fun'/><category term='late update'/><category term='Nerves'/><category term='Gossip Girl Influenced.'/><category term='personal'/><category term='mcr'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='annoyed'/><category term='I talk of nonsense.'/><category term='Horoscope'/><category term='I have a Tumblr now hihi haha huhu'/><category term='oh well.'/><category term='studies'/><category term='graphics'/><category term='Belief'/><category term='late'/><category term='life'/><category term='Big Momma'/><category term='people'/><category term='rubbish'/><category term='crap..art report due on the 5th.'/><category term='Update.'/><category term='crap'/><category term='Kbox.'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='paranoia'/><category term='health'/><category term='Korea Class'/><category term='Potential Job'/><category term='stupid'/><title type='text'>mindless indulgence</title><subtitle type='html'>Random ramblings for kicks.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-7707497973655594019</id><published>2011-04-13T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T02:21:28.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphics'/><title type='text'>Something different for a change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2BYRgqsyM0/TaSWGGtjTLI/AAAAAAAABks/7zfzM-qnWHg/s1600/time-750600899.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2BYRgqsyM0/TaSWGGtjTLI/AAAAAAAABks/7zfzM-qnWHg/s400/time-750600899.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-op7_NRP1Tcw/TaSWHhRvZTI/AAAAAAAABkw/mzPJjxQmzSI/s1600/tumblr_lje66dNGFo1qg67i3o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="68" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-op7_NRP1Tcw/TaSWHhRvZTI/AAAAAAAABkw/mzPJjxQmzSI/s400/tumblr_lje66dNGFo1qg67i3o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cfeqcUVt_z4/TaSWJY5wvaI/AAAAAAAABk0/2LRt-quGQyc/s1600/tumblr_ljf3q29z5U1qin4bco1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cfeqcUVt_z4/TaSWJY5wvaI/AAAAAAAABk0/2LRt-quGQyc/s400/tumblr_ljf3q29z5U1qin4bco1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hAdJq3VPZzM/TaSWLlLymCI/AAAAAAAABk4/h1StlvaMmeM/s1600/tumblr_ljgaopio3w1qc3csvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hAdJq3VPZzM/TaSWLlLymCI/AAAAAAAABk4/h1StlvaMmeM/s400/tumblr_ljgaopio3w1qc3csvo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LfSd6fSBCz8/TaSWVZNexWI/AAAAAAAABk8/NtoFv-C2_Rc/s1600/tumblr_ljhgj0Kj951qdgj46o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LfSd6fSBCz8/TaSWVZNexWI/AAAAAAAABk8/NtoFv-C2_Rc/s400/tumblr_ljhgj0Kj951qdgj46o1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6YBtWN8-6A/TaSWEq2ambI/AAAAAAAABko/SSSnhgmhF54/s1600/983517309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6YBtWN8-6A/TaSWEq2ambI/AAAAAAAABko/SSSnhgmhF54/s400/983517309.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly found on Tumblr rest assured I;ve reblogged them. (not that it really matters)&lt;br /&gt;And the first and the last is from a graphic site that I don't bother to remember.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, hopefully this will lighten the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to escape from myself a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-7707497973655594019?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7707497973655594019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=7707497973655594019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7707497973655594019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7707497973655594019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-different-for-change.html' title='Something different for a change.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2BYRgqsyM0/TaSWGGtjTLI/AAAAAAAABks/7zfzM-qnWHg/s72-c/time-750600899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-2478788232869445927</id><published>2011-04-13T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T02:08:00.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl Influenced.'/><title type='text'>Don't think too much F, you just might lose your head.</title><content type='html'>Stressed out. Who knew staying at home could be such a torture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not that bad. And no, it's more about the thoughts that are dwelling in my head. Sigh. Lately, money, career and study options have been dragging me down. I can't seem to make up my mind about any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so many things I want to be doing. &lt;br /&gt;So many decisions to think about and the people that are involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Me, my mom and friends.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Don't mind me, I'm just making things more complicated than it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Life is difficult when you don't know where you stand.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-2478788232869445927?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2478788232869445927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=2478788232869445927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2478788232869445927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2478788232869445927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-think-too-much-f-you-just-might.html' title='Don&apos;t think too much F, you just might lose your head.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-2224163188597611284</id><published>2011-03-22T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:16:29.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private'/><title type='text'>Back to blogging without readers.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm&amp;nbsp;making&amp;nbsp;my blog into private again. Not that anyone can read it, anyway. So right now, I'm currently in the living room with my sister- who's using Betty's laptop. Betty is my sis-in-law, also the mother of my darling nephew again. My sister just got back from Shah Alam last night. Joy! =) These past days have been exhausting. Sunday, I went for rock climbing with the Church's Youth. It was fun, a great first time experience. Even though, I got lost and&amp;nbsp;vaguely knew&amp;nbsp;the faces and the rest I've never even knew existed. There was Elvy, but we aren't that closed anymore. It's kinda awkward to be around her. I just don't feel comfortable and I think she feels the same too. There were two people from RCIA, a boy and a girl. We aren't that tight and were in different groups. My teammates were okay though. We kinda hit it off. =) It's sad that they started to leave one by one. In the end, we were deserted and only two were left standing. I got tired and bored of climbing. It's not that easy. Sigh. It turned out alright. I managed to climbed a few to the top and gathered the first point for the team. For rock climbing, anyway. =) I don't think they noticed but who cares? It was nice that the&amp;nbsp;ladies offered to pick me up to get there because I side-tracked to the Complex instead. Damn directions should have been clearer. Sigh. Especially for the people that has never even been there. Maybe I'm the one who should have checked earlier. It's my fault for not going to Mass, anyway. So I deserved every bit of it. God must be teaching me a lesson on commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of commitment, about the job interview. I texted my friend last-minute that I wasn't coming. I feel like an awful human being that shouldn't even be allowed to step foot on this earth. I'm so sorry, Shamira. You have a lot of things to deal already, aside from my non-cooperation and laidback but panicky behaviour. I really wanted to try it out, but I wasn't prepared. It held so much responsibility for me to think. I was positive that I would be crushed in the interview if I failed. I wasn't ready to face it all. Even my resume bear suspicion and I still haven't photocopied any of the things I needed. In conclusion, I bailed out on the deal. I feel like I'm still a mess and I haven't quite settle myself down yet. That's why I can't commit to a job like this. I'm positive that there will be something out there. I just have to keep on looking and pray for guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't filled&amp;nbsp;out any forms yet. I know I told mum that I have filled&amp;nbsp;out the UPU application, but I lied. I know it's a terrible thing to do in fact I'm sinning by doing so. I just wanted my mum to get off my back about it. Plus, I'm still waiting for the final result of STPM to come out. Which is taking longer than it's supposed to. I think I will&amp;nbsp;fill it out tonight or tomorrow. We'll see. Other than that, there's the SPA &amp;amp; Maktab too. I bought the Pin&amp;nbsp;No. yesterday with faithful friend Becky. =) It was my first time&amp;nbsp;going to BSN to buy the Pin on my own. Well, kinda. I&amp;nbsp;had company. Hehe. Anyway,&amp;nbsp;we were&amp;nbsp;actually rushing to buy it because it was the last day. Turns out,&amp;nbsp;when we went to check it online it was extended to this Friday. =/ And during the registration we couldn't register for IPTA aka UPU if we were to apply for KPLSPM(Maktab). So this is quite an itch to figure out. Why couldn't they&amp;nbsp;told us earlier?? Not after, we bought the Pin.&amp;nbsp;That would probably be our fault for not&amp;nbsp;doing enough research and blindly following what everyone else is doing. Tsk tsk.&amp;nbsp;How unwise of us. =/ So right now, still figuring out if I'm going to apply for Maktab or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about it. I'll update more later. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-2224163188597611284?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2224163188597611284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=2224163188597611284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2224163188597611284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2224163188597611284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-to-blogging-without-readers.html' title='Back to blogging without readers.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-549655200392040432</id><published>2011-03-18T22:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:18:32.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh well.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disapointed'/><title type='text'>Rawr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Status Report &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Current mood : Pissed. Like usually. These days a lot of annoying stuff are upsetting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Current song : "Gives You Hell" by The All-American Rejects on replay. ="=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; My Sis-in-law's friend, Kilon. He borrowed something from me without asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A CD I borrowed from Becky that I haven't finished watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IS__WQmOJT0/TYNuUdPSgAI/AAAAAAAABkU/H0DimlI1Xiw/s1600/412px-PersonalTastePoster.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IS__WQmOJT0/TYNuUdPSgAI/AAAAAAAABkU/H0DimlI1Xiw/s400/412px-PersonalTastePoster.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Jeon Jin Ho is a straight guy who pretends to be gay in order to become  Park Kae In's roommate. His hobbies include organization and ironing,  and he’s known for his stoic poker face. He’s a stickler for  cleanliness, but he also has a talent for figuring out a women’s  feelings. Kae In is very trusting even though she has a habit of being  betrayed. However that doesn't stop her from giving people the benefit  of doubt and Jin Ho is no different. How will Kae In react when she  finds out that her gay roommate is not actually gay at all and that he  has fallen for her? &lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external text" href="http://www.dramabeans.com/" rel="nofollow" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" title="http://www.dramabeans.com/"&gt;Javabeans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm annoyed that he didn't ask me and more annoyed than he thought I wouldn't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;That's&lt;i&gt; it&lt;/i&gt;, I'm putting all my stuff away in my room and locking it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I also intend to get my own laptop soon. (Just as soon as I saved enough money for it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hopefully, keeping my fingers crossed. (And I'll need a job for that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn it, why couldn't he asked first? I feel used, mistreated and disappointed. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's good though. I mean, being upset.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;It takes away the nerves(about the job- read previous post) &lt;br /&gt;and makes me focus on better stuff. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm actually more honest when I'm annoyed or miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No pain, no gain huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Not exactly sure if I'm using the phrase in the right context.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, can't be bothered with all the little details now. Can we? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's some pictures from last Saturday. Just uploaded from my friend, Ah Lok ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5gtw97NA-ts/TYNubqxWsSI/AAAAAAAABkc/9OW3l7C01lE/s1600/199867_10150116532915748_731505747_6601644_4154325_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5gtw97NA-ts/TYNubqxWsSI/AAAAAAAABkc/9OW3l7C01lE/s320/199867_10150116532915748_731505747_6601644_4154325_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Elvy &amp;amp; Itti.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oozyvgUnVjE/TYNuYUim67I/AAAAAAAABkY/Q-HZPtDc_uA/s1600/189849_10150116533015748_731505747_6601646_2976460_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oozyvgUnVjE/TYNuYUim67I/AAAAAAAABkY/Q-HZPtDc_uA/s320/189849_10150116533015748_731505747_6601646_2976460_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Itti, Elvy &amp;amp; Bro. =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DVU_ZexRtXc/TYNued-qXdI/AAAAAAAABkg/r8ByQz8orsc/s1600/200539_10150116533100748_731505747_6601647_1726993_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DVU_ZexRtXc/TYNued-qXdI/AAAAAAAABkg/r8ByQz8orsc/s320/200539_10150116533100748_731505747_6601647_1726993_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of us. ^^&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Every cloud has a silver lining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2CH0bXHCi78/TYNuhtQdstI/AAAAAAAABkk/gfAla2cYc5M/s1600/196311_10150116532775748_731505747_6601643_545104_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2CH0bXHCi78/TYNuhtQdstI/AAAAAAAABkk/gfAla2cYc5M/s400/196311_10150116532775748_731505747_6601643_545104_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tukang belanja Bumper Car. Hohoho~ Bajet peace. =P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oozyvgUnVjE/TYNuYUim67I/AAAAAAAABkY/Q-HZPtDc_uA/s1600/189849_10150116533015748_731505747_6601646_2976460_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ah I feel so &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; better now! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credits : &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150116533100748&amp;amp;set=a.483039160747.255412.731505747&amp;amp;ref=notif&amp;amp;notif_t=photo_tag&amp;amp;theater#%21/jessica0426"&gt;Jessica Lok&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-549655200392040432?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/549655200392040432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=549655200392040432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/549655200392040432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/549655200392040432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/rawr.html' title='Rawr!'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IS__WQmOJT0/TYNuUdPSgAI/AAAAAAAABkU/H0DimlI1Xiw/s72-c/412px-PersonalTastePoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-8109656056836818631</id><published>2011-03-18T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:39:29.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic Attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potential Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigh.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerves'/><title type='text'>I don't have any lines to go right here so, Tubba teletubbie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The title is a line from Eminem's song, "Just Lose It".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earlier...I just got off from a phone call with a friend who's offering a job at her place.&lt;br /&gt;It's an Office type of work, supposedly they need someone who's good in English.&lt;br /&gt;I agreed an interview with the Boss on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually pretty freaked out about it.&lt;br /&gt;It just feels like it's confined and caged because...&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably end up sitting in an office all day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous meeting people with high profiles too.&lt;br /&gt;I feel pressured because it's the place that where my friend and her boyfriend works.&lt;br /&gt;The Boss is probably the boyfriend's Dad.&lt;br /&gt;What if I embarrassed myself? Or worst, embarrass my friend. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, what am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a good impression on them.&lt;br /&gt;She said the job is going to need some commitment.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not totally confident that I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it'll be good experience.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what am I gonna wear? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wwar slacks and a white T-shirt for the interview.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Wearing Baju Kurung would be too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, feels like I'm getting married and trying to win over my soon-to-be in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;This is not right, I've never even had a real boyfriend before! *Sad.&lt;br /&gt;What rubbish am I spouting? I don't even know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Breathe, darling. Breathe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-8109656056836818631?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8109656056836818631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=8109656056836818631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8109656056836818631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8109656056836818631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-have-any-lines-to-go-right-here.html' title='I don&apos;t have any lines to go right here so, Tubba teletubbie!'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-4949923974859353266</id><published>2011-03-18T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T02:52:26.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belief'/><title type='text'>I'm a sucker for Horoscope. Idk why :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailyastrology.tumblr.com/monthly"&gt;Monthly Horoscope: March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Positive period till 16th March 2011. You will experience  growth and rise in repute. You will feel a higher level of energy &amp;amp;  creative ability too. 17th March onwards a gradual distance from family  &amp;amp; relatives could be felt. There could be some changes in property  as well as domestic matters. As long as you are positive, there would be  abundant energy to work out matters.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailyastrology.tumblr.com/2011"&gt;Yearly Horoscope - 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You’re an optimistic soul, Sag, and this should be a great year for  you.  Your intuition is very active, so “it” just might happen. Just be  sure  to look before you leap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, you’re pretty  healthy. You exercise, take vitamins,  and spend lots of time in the  Sun. However, there are times when you  push yourself too hard, and end  up collapsed and exhausted. Try to pace  yourself. Good health is  important, but you should balance it with  friendship, contemplation,  and acquiring knowledge. There’s more to life  than breaking records. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many friends and beloved relatives, and it’s difficult for you   to give equal time to everyone. Sometimes you neglect one or two  people -  and they could be offended. It’s hard to remember everyone,  but if you  can’t see someone, try to at least give him or her a phone  call. It’s  better than nothing, and this person will be be glad to hear  from you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been fascinated by the accuracy of some Horoscopes.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm getting to know about things that I didn't even realise about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is quite wonderful. Just make sure you don't believe in 'it' too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Remember, above all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God comes first&lt;/b&gt;! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-4949923974859353266?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4949923974859353266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=4949923974859353266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4949923974859353266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4949923974859353266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-sucker-for-horoscope-idk-why.html' title='I&apos;m a sucker for Horoscope. Idk why :/'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-231371766958805356</id><published>2011-03-17T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T03:00:15.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='13 Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Last Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-G3RoxE4ICXs/TYGgz6yetmI/AAAAAAAABi8/imwKPVuBa4A/s1600/Image034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-G3RoxE4ICXs/TYGgz6yetmI/AAAAAAAABi8/imwKPVuBa4A/s320/Image034.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sis-in-law, Betty.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EpPXpKvi4PQ/TYGg2T-QErI/AAAAAAAABjA/s3aCDaBP_rk/s1600/Image037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EpPXpKvi4PQ/TYGg2T-QErI/AAAAAAAABjA/s3aCDaBP_rk/s320/Image037.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me- chubby arms. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7Fr6l4m7WMw/TYGg6WKCFBI/AAAAAAAABjI/rYU42jlC4Wc/s1600/Image039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7Fr6l4m7WMw/TYGg6WKCFBI/AAAAAAAABjI/rYU42jlC4Wc/s320/Image039.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sNJxMtYRaAw/TYGg8vreF9I/AAAAAAAABjM/SZw9_A1x0DQ/s1600/Image040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sNJxMtYRaAw/TYGg8vreF9I/AAAAAAAABjM/SZw9_A1x0DQ/s320/Image040.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;SS session begins.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wkJsHqTjcPA/TYGiP6X2gTI/AAAAAAAABjQ/AStKqeqYKfg/s1600/Image043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wkJsHqTjcPA/TYGiP6X2gTI/AAAAAAAABjQ/AStKqeqYKfg/s320/Image043.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hohoho.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XE--lmxlDBM/TYGiSK5wC-I/AAAAAAAABjU/EbLDAvC6Cpg/s1600/Image044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XE--lmxlDBM/TYGiSK5wC-I/AAAAAAAABjU/EbLDAvC6Cpg/s320/Image044.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bluek.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EFmdnk2IbgY/TYGiUK5H41I/AAAAAAAABjY/kLvBnNDtOXA/s1600/Image045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EFmdnk2IbgY/TYGiUK5H41I/AAAAAAAABjY/kLvBnNDtOXA/s320/Image045.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lalala.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dxu_KuyyveQ/TYGiWX4e58I/AAAAAAAABjc/jczW9RDAhr0/s1600/Image049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dxu_KuyyveQ/TYGiWX4e58I/AAAAAAAABjc/jczW9RDAhr0/s320/Image049.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo, wassup?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0PGBC4KyjrQ/TYGiYrtidBI/AAAAAAAABjg/I0PmNakjUgA/s1600/Image050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0PGBC4KyjrQ/TYGiYrtidBI/AAAAAAAABjg/I0PmNakjUgA/s320/Image050.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hihi.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Bzrvs305dzg/TYGiaq7XorI/AAAAAAAABjk/m7_z_mV6gxo/s1600/Image057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Bzrvs305dzg/TYGiaq7XorI/AAAAAAAABjk/m7_z_mV6gxo/s320/Image057.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BnhBdweTz30/TYGicP7jkWI/AAAAAAAABjo/dzzwQgeDY4I/s1600/Image059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BnhBdweTz30/TYGicP7jkWI/AAAAAAAABjo/dzzwQgeDY4I/s320/Image059.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;:/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5ToFb7njF2w/TYGieE0kWoI/AAAAAAAABjs/dh7-VSJnj6Q/s1600/Image062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5ToFb7njF2w/TYGieE0kWoI/AAAAAAAABjs/dh7-VSJnj6Q/s320/Image062.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bahaha.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MVI5C8-izOI/TYGigca8BeI/AAAAAAAABjw/9wxKZKzFMEQ/s1600/Image075.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MVI5C8-izOI/TYGigca8BeI/AAAAAAAABjw/9wxKZKzFMEQ/s320/Image075.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shameless. &amp;gt;_o&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EK9IhaGalWA/TYGiisrEoWI/AAAAAAAABj0/SBXosQjcwcw/s1600/Image091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EK9IhaGalWA/TYGiisrEoWI/AAAAAAAABj0/SBXosQjcwcw/s320/Image091.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scary!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kDxKg-ILI-U/TYGikZAD8eI/AAAAAAAABj4/7ND6lE2X6Vs/s1600/Image106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kDxKg-ILI-U/TYGikZAD8eI/AAAAAAAABj4/7ND6lE2X6Vs/s320/Image106.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snapped it without anyone noticing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-h0dRJbSSYpc/TYGimlVHONI/AAAAAAAABj8/farUJicmiJU/s1600/Image105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-h0dRJbSSYpc/TYGimlVHONI/AAAAAAAABj8/farUJicmiJU/s320/Image105.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I secretly took this, but I think she noticed. :P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KcQAR0SPCU4/TYGiohh9MjI/AAAAAAAABkA/3XE1P-cni_0/s1600/Image100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KcQAR0SPCU4/TYGiohh9MjI/AAAAAAAABkA/3XE1P-cni_0/s400/Image100.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bride &amp;amp; Groom(second cousin).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qEuHdNH79FA/TYGirLNSneI/AAAAAAAABkE/kfUwDI_K8mU/s1600/Image099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qEuHdNH79FA/TYGirLNSneI/AAAAAAAABkE/kfUwDI_K8mU/s320/Image099.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wicked painting.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-whDwJRAD5xk/TYGitHO9ikI/AAAAAAAABkI/1LnyDzZ2DTk/s1600/Image000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-whDwJRAD5xk/TYGitHO9ikI/AAAAAAAABkI/1LnyDzZ2DTk/s320/Image000.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gift bag from the Ballroom Palace Hotel.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hUpjMBugYik/TYGivMlRIGI/AAAAAAAABkM/HKWCKdMx0uc/s1600/Image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hUpjMBugYik/TYGivMlRIGI/AAAAAAAABkM/HKWCKdMx0uc/s320/Image001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marble cake from the wedding reception. :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FXH_nlnGvUg/TYGixtPs8-I/AAAAAAAABkQ/u7o0UHGhHW0/s1600/Image004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FXH_nlnGvUg/TYGixtPs8-I/AAAAAAAABkQ/u7o0UHGhHW0/s400/Image004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things I bought at the Pc Fair with Becky. ^^&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-231371766958805356?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/231371766958805356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=231371766958805356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/231371766958805356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/231371766958805356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-sunday.html' title='Last Sunday.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-G3RoxE4ICXs/TYGgz6yetmI/AAAAAAAABi8/imwKPVuBa4A/s72-c/Image034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-6553807763732301064</id><published>2011-03-17T13:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T02:56:55.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11 Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Momma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pichas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kbox.'/><title type='text'>Friends are awesome to have. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Last week's fun-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6vI38mvAPJs/TYGT46_BxgI/AAAAAAAABiM/aq5uekAAXBU/s1600/Image000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6vI38mvAPJs/TYGT46_BxgI/AAAAAAAABiM/aq5uekAAXBU/s320/Image000.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Leo. Gah, my eyes look perverted her. =.="&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-n54I4ShVw8o/TYGT7ugEk2I/AAAAAAAABiQ/-TM1aaxTyK4/s1600/Image002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-n54I4ShVw8o/TYGT7ugEk2I/AAAAAAAABiQ/-TM1aaxTyK4/s320/Image002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My best friends since Form 4. =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--LQy6AYcg10/TYGUDAniyXI/AAAAAAAABic/9a2gAOpIjus/s1600/Image003.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--LQy6AYcg10/TYGUDAniyXI/AAAAAAAABic/9a2gAOpIjus/s320/Image003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BFFs forever! Hehe. Don't mind us, just chillin' in the toilet. X)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-r48AvGJW6YA/TYGT-WtkpaI/AAAAAAAABiU/4rHxyy6SvTA/s1600/Image005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-r48AvGJW6YA/TYGT-WtkpaI/AAAAAAAABiU/4rHxyy6SvTA/s320/Image005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leo's so pretty. Saya senyum tupai. :B&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dqSgISeRWR8/TYGUBBiWh4I/AAAAAAAABiY/PJEcT7GP4tU/s1600/Image007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dqSgISeRWR8/TYGUBBiWh4I/AAAAAAAABiY/PJEcT7GP4tU/s320/Image007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Becky. I got real closed to her in Form 6. ^^&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rmfKu0pLo8Q/TYGUGyTYeeI/AAAAAAAABig/J-66lixhihw/s1600/Image008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rmfKu0pLo8Q/TYGUGyTYeeI/AAAAAAAABig/J-66lixhihw/s320/Image008.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leonetta Edora. Pandai menyanyi ni urg. Jan ko men-men.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GGPoiLsrjCQ/TYGUImGFvPI/AAAAAAAABik/OF6VFGBBwNE/s1600/Image009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GGPoiLsrjCQ/TYGUImGFvPI/AAAAAAAABik/OF6VFGBBwNE/s320/Image009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. XD&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-h3sOETJKfwI/TYGULcA5w8I/AAAAAAAABio/3EV7Je6I0Ng/s1600/Image010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-h3sOETJKfwI/TYGULcA5w8I/AAAAAAAABio/3EV7Je6I0Ng/s320/Image010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEHEHEHEHEHE. =D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--POUrPkcxVA/TYGUNYx-doI/AAAAAAAABis/0Mosz9yXzb4/s1600/Image012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--POUrPkcxVA/TYGUNYx-doI/AAAAAAAABis/0Mosz9yXzb4/s320/Image012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;SS before leaving.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="background-color: #674ea7; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-y3s9DpIPAg0/TYGUPFKOonI/AAAAAAAABiw/EjkxKsga_6U/s1600/Image013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-y3s9DpIPAg0/TYGUPFKOonI/AAAAAAAABiw/EjkxKsga_6U/s320/Image013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kekeke.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #76a5af; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4ZhqqA1Fgvc/TYGUR9LtKzI/AAAAAAAABi0/cpuJH7ICHCI/s1600/Image014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4ZhqqA1Fgvc/TYGUR9LtKzI/AAAAAAAABi0/cpuJH7ICHCI/s320/Image014.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;PEACE PLEASE!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #6aa84f; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HDXmyQ_wwVE/TYGUUd6jlvI/AAAAAAAABi4/44r_Sh8IhlI/s1600/Image015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HDXmyQ_wwVE/TYGUUd6jlvI/AAAAAAAABi4/44r_Sh8IhlI/s320/Image015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ROCK ON &amp;amp; PEACE OUT! XP&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-6553807763732301064?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6553807763732301064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=6553807763732301064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6553807763732301064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6553807763732301064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-weeks-fun-ness.html' title='Friends are awesome to have. =)'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6vI38mvAPJs/TYGT46_BxgI/AAAAAAAABiM/aq5uekAAXBU/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-970671650214755082</id><published>2011-03-15T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T12:47:46.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day being lazy at home.</title><content type='html'>I'm spending my time watching "Personal taste" starred by Lee Min-Ho &amp;amp; an elder female actress that I hadn't bothered looking up for. :P The story's okay, a bit dull but I could honestly relate to the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 16 episodes and I'm only on the 6th ep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I've started texting this guy who works at Toys R Us.&lt;br /&gt;I met him last Sunday, he was giving away free life-time membership cards.&lt;br /&gt;Becky &amp;amp; I snagged the opportunity and filled in some forms.&lt;br /&gt;The guy tried to chatted us up and later said my name and asked me if he could call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even shook my hand and all that.&lt;br /&gt;I was flattered but a little uncomfortable. (disgusted too)&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I didn't decline.&lt;br /&gt;He called at 12 in the midnight or something, but I was fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever. I tried replying to him in the morning but it wasn't delivered.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I ran out of credit and didn't bother to try to send it again.&lt;br /&gt;Too bothersome for someone who I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unknown number texted me later.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother replying.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I could sense that it was the same guy.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, he kept using Malay in Semenanjung style and addressed my name too much.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know his name anyway. Helmy or something?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I hope I'm not over-thinking it and blowing some stupid fling out of proportion. &lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it just ain't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Why do I only get hit on by Malay guys?&lt;br /&gt;Aren't there any decent Catholic boys out there? =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-970671650214755082?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/970671650214755082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=970671650214755082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/970671650214755082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/970671650214755082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/second-day-being-lazy-at-home.html' title='Second day being lazy at home.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-1956059058050389769</id><published>2011-03-12T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T06:35:18.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't always do what I say ; I change more than the weather.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I had fun today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bumper cars were awesome. Worth the wait. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I rode the horse in the arcade and was completely exhausted from it. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't get to watch a movie as planned...&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we went for Sushi. It was my first time going to a place like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lucky us- they were having a promotion! RM2 per plate. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to check out the PC Fair. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Et then took us joy riding in her car before sending us home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tGJReI_dA6U/TXuQiDROPZI/AAAAAAAABiI/Z6_hHPUZQWc/s1600/Image027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tGJReI_dA6U/TXuQiDROPZI/AAAAAAAABiI/Z6_hHPUZQWc/s320/Image027.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1653097686"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1653097687"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did enjoyed myself...even if I was unable to be fully at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyway, that's just me. ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here are some pictures for the day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rv7AwXHR8uo/TXt-SUaN4-I/AAAAAAAABhg/qAzC_PUebmE/s1600/Image018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MwFX3NsGNVk/TXt-NIz0xzI/AAAAAAAABhc/rQylQbVzmy4/s320/Image017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at a stupid kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rv7AwXHR8uo/TXt-SUaN4-I/AAAAAAAABhg/qAzC_PUebmE/s320/Image018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i0QYhRWo1MU/TXt-YWiHlFI/AAAAAAAABhk/PjIgljqFpF8/s320/Image019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TpkcaYvKZZg/TXt-bWny3mI/AAAAAAAABho/VZRw31LBojs/s320/Image020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wg55t2HyGJQ/TXuCgG-gPsI/AAAAAAAABhs/fF9Yopq_D-Y/s320/Image021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before or after Et spilled some wet stuff on the bill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sJE8M0IDxPs/TXuI2QgD4fI/AAAAAAAABhw/WDvBqlOWImM/s320/Image022.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate 6 plate. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-baZp4BMPjEE/TXuI4WXcXkI/AAAAAAAABh0/_u5GHjmOYCo/s320/Image023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CmUSnNUEivQ/TXuI6yNooOI/AAAAAAAABh4/zn0omzmOYOU/s320/Image024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-psSEVQQI-4E/TXuI-svv-XI/AAAAAAAABh8/vVxF8Mc7IyY/s320/Image026.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the back with Bro &amp;amp; Beck. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5GqL-qtSxz0/TXuQfQ36vJI/AAAAAAAABiE/y7TMti6HM2Y/s320/Image025.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This picture is supposed to be Bro &amp;amp; I. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1Lm-3XGTB38/TXuJBPwVv3I/AAAAAAAABiA/x8Ayp_SZmII/s1600/Image028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1Lm-3XGTB38/TXuJBPwVv3I/AAAAAAAABiA/x8Ayp_SZmII/s320/Image028.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MwFX3NsGNVk/TXt-NIz0xzI/AAAAAAAABhc/rQylQbVzmy4/s1600/Image017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; The last one was just for laughs. HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed looking at the photos~ I know I do ;D&lt;/i&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/149595551987268960-1956059058050389769?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1956059058050389769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=1956059058050389769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/1956059058050389769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/1956059058050389769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-always-do-what-i-say-i-change.html' title='I don&apos;t always do what I say ; I change more than the weather.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tGJReI_dA6U/TXuQiDROPZI/AAAAAAAABiI/Z6_hHPUZQWc/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-2316094716648521655</id><published>2011-03-12T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:37:57.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Landslide"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my love and took it down&lt;br /&gt;I climbed a mountain, I turned around&lt;br /&gt;And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills&lt;br /&gt;'Til the landslide brought it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror in the sky, what it is love?&lt;br /&gt;Can the child within my heart rise above?&lt;br /&gt;Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?&lt;br /&gt;Can I handle the seasons of my life? Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been afraid of changing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've built my life around you&lt;br /&gt;Time makes you older even children get older&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting older too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been afraid of changing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've built my life around you&lt;br /&gt;Time makes you older even children get older&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting older too, I'm getting older too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my love and took it down&lt;br /&gt;I climbed a mountain, I turned around&lt;br /&gt;And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills&lt;br /&gt;The landslide brought it down&lt;br /&gt;The landslide brought it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;i&gt; Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/i&gt;(?)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-2316094716648521655?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2316094716648521655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=2316094716648521655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2316094716648521655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2316094716648521655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve been thinking...'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-6074751559053203161</id><published>2011-03-03T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T00:07:48.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that need to be done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay this month's DiGi Broadband bill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cash in the check from Alliance Bank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fill in the damned UPU application form&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy Lollipops for the greatest Art teacher ever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go close the door for this room because I feel like I'm being watched...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-6074751559053203161?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6074751559053203161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=6074751559053203161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6074751559053203161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6074751559053203161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-that-need-to-be-done.html' title='Things that need to be done.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-6043622885976158103</id><published>2011-03-03T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T00:02:32.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm all alone and feeling blue. I miss him, I miss her. Maybe I don't. I just miss the feeling of being in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to watch a movie or a Korean drama later.&lt;br /&gt;Mum is attending/sleeping over a deceased relative's house.&lt;br /&gt;The person was hit by a truck in a highway and died on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;May God rest his soul in eternal peace. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s- Dear Daddy, we will always love and miss you. I hope you are in a better place. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-6043622885976158103?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6043622885976158103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=6043622885976158103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6043622885976158103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6043622885976158103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-917980117263658012</id><published>2011-02-23T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T06:53:09.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunger is better than heartache.</title><content type='html'>"It feels like I'm alive but inside I'm dead. Looking back, I've been through so much last year. It was the worst moment of my life, a dark period I've ever experienced. I had problems stacked and piled up and was emotionally and mentally disturbed. I was dealing with a lot of issues at school- studies, with friends and even at home. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry, but nevertheless it made strong. I fell in love with someone I shouldn't have. I'm sure you're thinking that it's probably nothing, but I behaved in a way that I am most not proud of. I've hurt and wounded my friendship with this person. And no matter, whether we still keep in touch with each other or not- I can never get back what we have lost. Going to school everyday was a torture for me. It was much more complicated than you think. Being there made me reevaluate my moral values and sexual orientation. Not only was this person 'a friend' but we were in the same category, gender-based. Back then, she was madly in love with another girl. What's worse is I knew it from the very start. Still, I didn't mind and taught that everything was okay. Just as long as I kept my mouth shut. Overtime, the feelings grew stronger and I just couldn't conceal it. The secret was killing me from within.  I was breaking and freaking out. On the verge of insanity and I was worried that everyone will find out. What it would cost me. Everything was just so totally messed up. I just don't have the words to express myself for my fucking stupidity. I was foolish and taught of silly things when I should have been concentrating on my studies and being a good daughter at home. I had everything, well more than what some of my friends have. And I didn't use it to my fully to advantage. I took what I was offered for granted and refused to listen to anyone's advice. Now, I would give anything to have a second shot at this again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-917980117263658012?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/917980117263658012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=917980117263658012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/917980117263658012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/917980117263658012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/hunger-is-better-than-heartache.html' title='Hunger is better than heartache.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-2938450398290411852</id><published>2011-02-22T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:42:34.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stpm result day 2.</title><content type='html'>"So, it's official I'm doomed. My mind is really in a bad place right now. I am emotionally unstable and depressed as ever. I hate myself. I hate how I wasn't good enough then and still am not good enough now. Generally, I despise myself and loathe my very existence. I feel so pointless to the world and my life has no meaning or any purpose. I feel so empty, sad and lost. I just feel like I want to die ever since I saw my result."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friends are all happy and celebrating their wonderful result and here I am alone with my pity party. Endless tears and sadness. I've never felt so useless and more alone in the universe. It feels like my world is crumbling. Everyone's being hopeful that I could get in and even join them in the same University. When the reality is I just can't. My result's aren't qualified for any Degree courses. So, there you go. I'm fucking fucked-up SCREWED."|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So in a case like this? What the fucking hell am I supposed to do now???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The alternatives I have are...to re-check my results. I have to pay RM50 for every paper I want to check back. Fuck wasting money. Fuck waiting. But I just got to try something. Well, that's all I have for now."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-2938450398290411852?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2938450398290411852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=2938450398290411852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2938450398290411852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2938450398290411852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/stpm-result-day-2.html' title='Stpm result day 2.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-2672154897970961576</id><published>2011-02-22T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T00:36:57.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stpm result.</title><content type='html'>"It still kills me knowing that I could have done better. I'm very sad about my results, but I'm trying to accept it. I can't blame it all on my problems. It wasn't because of my problems, it was because of me. I didn't try as hard as I should. Therefore, I'll be the one suffering the consequences. I'm sorry mum for not making you proud. I'm just so very sorry for being such a disappointment." -ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel like such a loser and that there's no point on keep going...but I have to...for the ones I love...I gotta keep fighting the battles everyday. Until I breathe my last breath."- suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God...I am only human, please recognize my weaknesses. Kindly give me the strength &amp;amp; wisdom to face all of my trials and tribulations that exists everyday in life. Make them see that all faith is not lost. In God's name. Amen."- homosapien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts I have going on this moment.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to God &amp;amp; praise the Lord's name Jesus Christ!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-2672154897970961576?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2672154897970961576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=2672154897970961576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2672154897970961576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2672154897970961576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/stpm-result.html' title='Stpm result.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-4692145275108961741</id><published>2011-02-19T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:06:40.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"TALK LESS &amp;amp; DO MORE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently trying to download :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bruno Mar's albums&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Vampire Diaries (S2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've watched until Ep 7 now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will be watching :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Glee S02E13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Should post :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;More pics next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I need to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;go to the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;fill in the UPU form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;burn some Eminem tracks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kbai! =)&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/149595551987268960-4692145275108961741?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4692145275108961741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=4692145275108961741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4692145275108961741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4692145275108961741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-617935195264567518</id><published>2011-02-19T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T02:14:57.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear self.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"GO TO SLEEP IF YOU'RE TIRED- GOING ON THE COMPUTER WILL NOT GIVE YOUR BODY THE REST IT NEEDS." &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- SINCERELY, YOUR BETTER JUDGMENT.&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/149595551987268960-617935195264567518?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/617935195264567518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=617935195264567518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/617935195264567518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/617935195264567518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-self_19.html' title='Dear self.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-7687675651942432228</id><published>2011-02-19T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T02:09:27.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I'M SORRY FOR BEING A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DISAPPOINTMENT TO THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PROMISING MORE THAN I COULD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ACTUALLY KEEP."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;PLEASE ACCEPT MY SINCEREST APOLOGY.&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/149595551987268960-7687675651942432228?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7687675651942432228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=7687675651942432228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7687675651942432228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7687675651942432228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-everyone.html' title='Dear everyone.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-8155077492294260925</id><published>2011-02-19T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:57:59.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear self.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"STOP SAYING WHAT YOU'LL DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;START DOING WHAT YOU SAY."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;PLEASE AND THANK YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-8155077492294260925?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8155077492294260925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=8155077492294260925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8155077492294260925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8155077492294260925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-self.html' title='Dear self.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-2210978113910976343</id><published>2011-02-01T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:31:23.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge.</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna try to do this challenge thingy for the blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/TUdFWmVaKoI/AAAAAAAABhM/Od4T4VSpttI/s1600/tumblr_lf1mooEPUZ1qa6svvo1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/TUdFWmVaKoI/AAAAAAAABhM/Od4T4VSpttI/s400/tumblr_lf1mooEPUZ1qa6svvo1_400.png" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01 : Introducing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The first step is always the hardest to take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-2210978113910976343?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2210978113910976343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=2210978113910976343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2210978113910976343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2210978113910976343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/challenge.html' title='Challenge.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/TUdFWmVaKoI/AAAAAAAABhM/Od4T4VSpttI/s72-c/tumblr_lf1mooEPUZ1qa6svvo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-7771588915004854696</id><published>2011-01-29T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T01:26:25.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like you.</title><content type='html'>Since starting work, I've been getting some attention from some co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;About 10 or more are trying to hook up with me. -___- what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are security guards. Which I find disgustingly creepy but a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;A few boys that's working in a different brand than I am.&lt;br /&gt;One of them is the Supervisor of the Kid's clothing section. ftw!&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually interested in a few of them, truth be told.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm shamelessly admitting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others? I would just rather have as acquaintances or not know them at all.&lt;br /&gt;There's four okay five people I kind of like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of them have piercings on their ears- kinda cute too.&lt;br /&gt;Another usually hangs out with his pals and smiles at me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Which I find adorable. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like checking out this tomboy too. She's quite good looking for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my previous bad idea to get romantically involved with such a person still lingers.&lt;br /&gt;Shit. At least, there's more contact with dudes now. Unlike before in school. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lucky number five is...this dude that was said to be interested in me, but never really made the effort.&lt;br /&gt;I absent-mindedly gave my number to this girl, I thought she wanted to be friends. &lt;br /&gt;It was too late before I realize that she was going to give it to a boy.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really happened, of course.&lt;br /&gt;On some random day, that friend wanted me to meet the boy.&lt;br /&gt;I hesitatingly agreed.&lt;br /&gt;So, it was pretty close to love at first sight for me because I was nervous meeting him.&lt;br /&gt;And to my surprise, he was unbelievably hot.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it turned out to be a big disappointment though.&lt;br /&gt;Why? My friend said it was the wrong guy and that one was his cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Which my other friend who tagged along the so-called meeting) thinks it's a lie because&lt;br /&gt;she supposedly heard the girl who set-me-up whispering "I saved you" at the guy.&lt;br /&gt;So, what a complete and waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Gave me freaking butterflies for nothing! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pondering at that last one.&lt;br /&gt;So far, I think I like this guy the most...the guy with his posses around him.&lt;br /&gt;He's adorable to say the least and he sings "Nothin' On You" around me...&lt;br /&gt;I think, I hope. Whatever. Off to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work awaits in the morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-7771588915004854696?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7771588915004854696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=7771588915004854696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7771588915004854696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7771588915004854696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-like-you.html' title='I like you.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-6022327397797823861</id><published>2011-01-28T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T01:44:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat.</title><content type='html'>I just saw pictures of me uploaded on Facebook...and I look chubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People said that I gained weight, but I felt like I still looked the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I was wrong. Great, now I feel fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop eating at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And get on a diet and get myself crazy active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat biscuits and fruits more than rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do some sports or dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Worse. House chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be lean not muscular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll manage to lose a few pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New mission starts from NOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-6022327397797823861?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6022327397797823861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=6022327397797823861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6022327397797823861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6022327397797823861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/fat.html' title='Fat.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-7520546982512949228</id><published>2011-01-27T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:20:54.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed out.</title><content type='html'>So, work hasn't been really that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating on quitting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been coming late and been absent a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I need a more flexible job. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck worried. Stupid mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep earlier and wake up early if I intend to keep working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta break out of this bad habit and the feeling of taking everything so lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm causing a hell load of shit for everyone. Including, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck indecisiveness and stressing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-7520546982512949228?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7520546982512949228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=7520546982512949228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7520546982512949228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7520546982512949228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/stressed-out.html' title='Stressed out.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-3876875034152267975</id><published>2011-01-14T00:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:46:12.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When serious meets silly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Aside from that, there are other agendas that are far more important than in the last post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finding&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BSN slip&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;filling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;an &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;online application&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Opening&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alliance bank account&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Attending a Korean course with Bro (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Becoming Jane's KK Plaza night ride (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Donating blood with Itti Nori (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm a &lt;u&gt;greedy monster&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;strike&gt;can't help myself&lt;/strike&gt; from &lt;i&gt;wanting it &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I need God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/149595551987268960-3876875034152267975?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3876875034152267975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=3876875034152267975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/3876875034152267975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/3876875034152267975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/silly-agendas-and-not-so-silly-ones.html' title='When serious meets silly.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-6372654328673676186</id><published>2011-01-14T00:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:36:50.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UPU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KK Plaza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korea Class'/><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Just got in touch with some friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Looks like they're making plans to go out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is I HAVE WORK. Boo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I could go to an afternoon shift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Meet them at 11 and just wing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;One of them wants to donate blood for charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I was thinking of the same thing last week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;but I was in a hurry and heading off to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If I donate blood and get a certificate, it'll be time consuming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've already came two days for the afternoon shift and took a day off today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Won't look good on my record and I'll get less cash- might even get fired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll probably faint at work too from the lack of blood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I wasn't the healthiest child to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That will cause trouble and anxiety for my co-workers, family &amp;amp; friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'll get to hang out and chat with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Which I haven't seen this year yet. So much catching up to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll probably just space out and waste my time and money(not mine).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So why not waste my time by earning money instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Then again, I need to ask them about the UPU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Or I could find it out myself and ask them later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;There's still time right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It'll feel awkward and they're probably gonna tease me about my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Plus, I'm terrified of meeting these two people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The ones that somehow made me question my s&lt;strike&gt;exuality&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Damn it. Maybe I should stay away from them first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Until I'm ready to see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;What if they came to my workplace!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Shit. That's gonna be embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why should I care anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's a decent job and I get to interact with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aside from handling expensive branded clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I get to move around and not sit on a desk all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sure it's boring and I ran to people I don't want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;but heck nothing else to complain about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The pay is alright, &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; RM3.50 per hour &lt;i&gt;like at McDonald's&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Still&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;RM2.80&lt;/span&gt; is still more than &lt;i&gt;RM2.50&lt;/i&gt; right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So which will I choose?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Go out&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;go work&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt; I know what to do, but I might change my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering which one I would &lt;b&gt;regret&lt;/b&gt; more(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Not seeing &lt;u&gt;them&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;i&gt;not going to work&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't make up my mind here -..-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-6372654328673676186?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6372654328673676186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=6372654328673676186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6372654328673676186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6372654328673676186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-4459095960237842319</id><published>2011-01-13T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:01:54.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions- or not resoultions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;is post will be about the things I want for Year 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It may and may not come true. Involves the act of spending money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I have to be smart about it and save some for my savings account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;In case, I'll be needing it for future investments and emergencies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I have to be wise and not let it get to my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Always ask for guidance from the Lord Almighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, now that we have that cleared out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Let's begin my vain dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A new phone (Blackberry?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Contact lenses (Clear or coloured)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ear piercings (at a Jewellery store perhaps)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Shopping (Jeans, T-shirts, Jacket, Shoes...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Take an online shopping course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Online shopping (Accessories &amp;amp; secondhand items)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A MCR T-shirt (Check out that store in Warisan..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Take free computer courses at AMC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Treat whole family (either food or things)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Get the Nicole Exclusive and MNJ wallets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, that's all I got to show for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll update more when I can and maybe include something else too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Trying to watch an interview of Chris Colfer and a YouTube keyboard turorial now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ciao&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/149595551987268960-4459095960237842319?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4459095960237842319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=4459095960237842319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4459095960237842319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4459095960237842319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolutions-or-not-resoultions.html' title='Resolutions- or not resoultions.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-2891913786796182752</id><published>2011-01-13T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T17:02:11.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keyboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm currently trying to learn how to play the keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So far, I just know how to play four songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Marry Had A Little Lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Edelweiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Silent Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The last two songs I still haven't memorized it fully.&lt;br /&gt;Still need something to refer to when I play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Other songs that I have in mind are :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Slipped Away by Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My Chemical romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Marie Digby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Well, I haven't quite work it thorough yet.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard looking for free song sheets online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Most of them are for guitar chords and &lt;b&gt;not keyboards&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm planning to buy a songbook once I earn my first paycheck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Or maybe register into a music class. &amp;lt;--This one is "just a thought".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hopefully everything will work out fine. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-2891913786796182752?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2891913786796182752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=2891913786796182752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2891913786796182752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2891913786796182752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/keyboard.html' title='Keyboard'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-5694612561630267168</id><published>2011-01-13T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T16:43:18.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I've made my blog into a private account again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only I can read it now. I just don't want to offend others with my overly candid typing. I guess, no matter how much I try to pretend not to care. In the end, I always let other people's opinion get to me. I just don't want to be overwhelmed by it anymore or let them know I am. It just bothers me and I think it makes them feel uncomfortable too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Talk about paranoia. You must have figured out by now- what a psycho I truly am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. Okay, this was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-5694612561630267168?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5694612561630267168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=5694612561630267168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/5694612561630267168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/5694612561630267168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-7345184412577041864</id><published>2010-12-31T04:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T05:25:02.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><title type='text'>Haircut on New Year's Eve Gone Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My hair sucks. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's 4 O'clock in the morning and I've been up since half an hour ago. I should have cut my hair shorter! It would probably be more manageable. Currently, not content with this thing on my head right now. Grr. Okay, yesterday I went to get my hair straightened a.k.a "rebonding". After getting it cut at the back, washed it twice... The process was like cut behind, wash, straighten, treatment, wash, dried/straighten and lastly did the bangs. They also applied some weird stuff that smelled funny on my hair. I think, it was medicine or something. Anyway! Unfortunately, I slept on the wrong side of the bed. Literary. Woke up at 3 AM, checked the mirror to see that my hair's right sides were bent. :((((( Tried to mend it by combing it down, but there are still some that are sticking out that just refuses to cooperate. Why oh WHY didn't I ask to get a shorter haircut...like a friggin' TOMBOY's!? I'm sure I'll be able to pull it off and maybe even adapt myself to my naturally outgoing and optimistic personality...that some of my friends said for whatever reason I'm trying to hide. :/ Rather than a doll who cares more about looks than anything else. No offense to those who do, keep it up you look awesome. ^^" Unfortunately, I'm just not that type of person who combs her hair every freaking second. Not literary, you know what I mean... I just don't care that much about how I look, only sometimes...occasionally when we go out or on special events. Most of the time I like being carefree and things to not be so...well...complicated. By "complicated', I mean letting my life be controlled by an eighty-eight Ringgit haircut. Fudge, I am not just some face. I am a person with rights! What I want? To change this annoying hairstyle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So that's why...I plan to get a job and use my first paycheck to get very short hair(oh yeah!) and a brand new phone with a big memory, excellent camera and quality sound system. Preferably offers a lovely experience for browsing the net and beautiful graphics that ease the eyes. To put it in short, quality eye &amp;amp; ear candy with a built-in memory that can store my never-ending fascination of the world- my simplified and controversial views of it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, enough for now. I logged on the computer because I wanted to look up ways for fixing hairs that are straightened and messed up. I ended up here due to my insides that obviously couldn't contain itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Aside from that, I bought a bluetooth device, it's lime, green or whatever. Lost the old one in an unorganized household. You know, when I was asking the people who work there. Nobody quite understood what I was saying at first. They seemed like they didn't know what it was. I went to four different stores to you-know, compare prices. I gave up asking people and decided to look for it myself. Secretly, I think we both were a little distracted by my fresh from saloon haircut. Haha. Also bought some crappy nail polish with the same colour. Two of my toenails on both of my feet look gross now. Like I painted them with a green highlighter(I think most of us were guilty of this from unbelievable boredom in class) or how things look glowing in the dark. Sagittarius are known to have great intuition, I guess materialistic possessions and haircuts aren't one of them huh? Come to think of 'love' isn't their best forte either. A little too much information. This is why I don't blog too often, I just type out every word that comes across my mind. I might give myself away too much and put my reputation on the line...*snorts* Yeah right, like I even have one or care what people really think of me. :) A little...a lot. Okay, shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Lovers and haters, I'll share more later. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh yeah, STPM is over. Results are coming out in March.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Let's forget I ever took the exams, okay? Okay. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I have to pee like a race horse now k bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-7345184412577041864?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7345184412577041864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=7345184412577041864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7345184412577041864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7345184412577041864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/12/haircut-on-new-years-eve-gone-wrong.html' title='Haircut on New Year&apos;s Eve Gone Wrong'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-7953051881966306849</id><published>2010-11-05T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:16:11.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn. Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why am I being such a stubborn mule?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;An annoying childish prick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who just can't seem to forgive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm the one who was looking for trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I logged on to her account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And read about those messages about yours truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I've only told two persons and now you dear blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The first was my trusted amigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who I share secrets with and she only tell hers to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The second would be my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who I tell everything to...obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some are insignificant and others are very personal indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, now here I am feeling all hurt inside again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jeez. I should really give myself a good slap in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wait, I think punching and kicking myself would be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I owe myself that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With all the shit that I've lead myself into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck, I made such a huge mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And turn everything so twisted and well honestly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow I feel that most of the problems I have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;are created because of my attitude towards it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh, I feel like such an idiot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;STPM is only two weeks to go..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I need to concentrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And stop cursing on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I'll write a book about my life later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The story would be so interesting...about this pathetic girl and the troubles she deals in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*rolls eyes sarcastically*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A part of me wants to forgive my "frenemies" as quickly as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While, the other wants them to forever rot in hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Of course, I don't really mean that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Man, gotta stop obsessing over this whole love-hate relationship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or I'll literary be doomed for life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I have and need to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No more burning songs about ridiculous heartaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or hacking into your ex-best friend / now frenemy's facebook acc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ignoring your ex-crush turn into frenemy who I don't talk to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But find myself always thinking about it and still hurting over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's stupid. I don't need this shit. It'll only destroy me in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Plus, I have three beautiful and wonderful friends who like me the way I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(In class)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And many other closed friends who outweighs each of the useless frenemies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, please...dear self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Forget about your troubles for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And just focus on the really important things right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Your freaking future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And stop feeling so hopeless and sleepy everytime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's just so ughhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Later then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-7953051881966306849?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7953051881966306849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=7953051881966306849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7953051881966306849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7953051881966306849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='Stubborn. Me.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-7731350910605369596</id><published>2010-11-05T03:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:26:37.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear stranger,</title><content type='html'>You disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;You really do.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you have any thoughts about how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you do.&lt;br /&gt;And just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Too blinded by your own selfishness and feelings of your own.&lt;br /&gt;That apparently has nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you talk about.&lt;br /&gt;How you pretend.&lt;br /&gt;You felt guilty and sympathized me, right?&lt;br /&gt;But I pushed you away.&lt;br /&gt;Because I was angry.&lt;br /&gt;That I had to get your attention by being stricken with such unluckiness.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you, feeling useless to me had made you stop coming to my rescue.&lt;br /&gt;It made me feel empty a little.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;Why should it matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even stand to be in the same room with you.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel so sick.. &lt;br /&gt;Especially, after seeing how you've been acting the way you do.&lt;br /&gt;Around one of the girl I could never hate.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it made me felt so empty that I thought of suicide on the first day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;Then, later combined with the sadness and mourning of the lost of my father.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the stress coming from the most important exam of my life (for now).&lt;br /&gt;That's why I can't walk home with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Or go to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Be in the same class.&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you.&lt;br /&gt;But, you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly forgetting about you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm coping with it.&lt;br /&gt;The pain is slowly fading away.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I know I could do better.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can take this.&lt;br /&gt;I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, you're that person I wished I think less of.&lt;br /&gt;The least person I want to see.&lt;br /&gt;The least person I wished to speak with.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're the one that has hurt me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-&lt;br /&gt;I really like it that I get to have my revenge without having to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;It's satisfying to see you get hurt and angry.&lt;br /&gt;Because then you'll get to taste half of how you tormented me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when this is over.&lt;br /&gt;We are going to think back and laugh about it.&lt;br /&gt;But now, you're my least favorite person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And other people can't tell me what to not to do.&lt;br /&gt;When it's hurting me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my neck is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-7731350910605369596?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7731350910605369596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=7731350910605369596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7731350910605369596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7731350910605369596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-stranger.html' title='Dear stranger,'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-7301513589681580376</id><published>2010-11-05T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:00:35.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pour out.</title><content type='html'>I miss keeping a journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly poetry I write about stupid feelings I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this friend I had who I thought we'd be friends for life.&lt;br /&gt;Because I just assumed that it'll be that way.&lt;br /&gt;But turns out we didn't matter enough for even a goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she had her own reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinking about her from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering when our path will cross again.&lt;br /&gt;And a bunch of others stuff I think of telling her.&lt;br /&gt;And other things she would kindly share with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dad.&lt;br /&gt;More than anything.&lt;br /&gt;Scolding me for my grades.&lt;br /&gt;And anytime I make the slightest mistake in life.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last time...before he died.&lt;br /&gt;He furiously blew a fuse on me about forgetting to close the water tape.&lt;br /&gt;Scared the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;As I was concentrating hard on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Doing my fucking art coursework for STPM.&lt;br /&gt;Which I am SO relieved it's finished.&lt;br /&gt;The coursework, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Not STPM.&lt;br /&gt;That's barely 18 days to go.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me, FU.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that freaking art teacher.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. Over it.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so stupid for wasting money on singing karaoke with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Never again with them.&lt;br /&gt;At least, I ain't paying no more.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, people's minds keep changing.&lt;br /&gt;And I for one never stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hypocrite, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I hate it when all I can think of is that stupid vulgar word.&lt;br /&gt;Once my mum caught me typing it out.&lt;br /&gt;Those letters, even though I censored it out.&lt;br /&gt;She could still read it.&lt;br /&gt;She told my sis. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Funny, how I can almost always hear when my family are talking about me.&lt;br /&gt;Even though, they're outside and I'm in here locked in my room.&lt;br /&gt;I just tuned most of the things out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bad at following people's advices.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stand it!&lt;br /&gt;Especially, if it's coming from my mum.&lt;br /&gt;I just go like solitary mode.&lt;br /&gt;It's like talking to a wall.&lt;br /&gt;Horoscopes can be terrifyingly true.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually kinda interesing.&lt;br /&gt;I also almost always withdraw myself from getting too attached.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make an effort to reply. It may be quick or take forever.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't commit, but I'm loyal.&lt;br /&gt;I won't always be there for you, but I'll always come back.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Where is this post going?&lt;br /&gt;Again. Lost. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I should study. I really should.&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;But it's like I just don't even want to try.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it'll be very last minute.&lt;br /&gt;It's already last minute, if I do it now.&lt;br /&gt;But at least, there will be earlier preparation right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, life events.&lt;br /&gt;Friday...having a Rosary Prayer at my house.&lt;br /&gt;The RCIA mates are coming and my teacher(well sorta) will be leading? I think.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...the Librarian's Farewell Party.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Tution I supposed? Hmm. Missed it for three weeks already. F-it.&lt;br /&gt;My niece is getting engaged too.&lt;br /&gt;So, family are going there.&lt;br /&gt;Except for me, I think. I don't want to go, I have to study.&lt;br /&gt;But that's just an excuse. I just don't like going to that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably end up doing something else. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Church as usual. Going with my brother I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;That's something to look forward I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I poured out my feelings a little too&amp;nbsp; much already.&lt;br /&gt;Please forget about everything that you've read.&lt;br /&gt;For the both of us, please? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I invited a few closed Christian friends for the prayer.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how that will turn out.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of having a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't breathe a single word to mum yet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. I'm getting kind of nervous now.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to say it? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;What a foolish act.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, hoping everything will turn out alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-7301513589681580376?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7301513589681580376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=7301513589681580376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7301513589681580376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7301513589681580376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/11/pour-out.html' title='Pour out.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-4622270523218681361</id><published>2010-11-05T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T02:22:33.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Blog. It's been a while, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Readers, you still there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, there's so many things going on.&lt;br /&gt;It's been barely a month since the death of my father.&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord rest his soul in eternal peace.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a couple more weeks until STPM gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless sighs and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;All I feel like doing at school is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like anyone gets it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too caught up in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad, cold and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels so temporary.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lost soul just trying to find myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe stating the things I like would help out :&lt;br /&gt;Like...Coffee Prince (Korean drama)&lt;br /&gt;My new found love for rabbits. (damn, they're just freaking adorable!)&lt;br /&gt;Our new kitten named Udol. &lt;br /&gt;My Sister &amp;amp; Sis in-laws, Brothers, Nephews &amp;amp; Niece.&lt;br /&gt;Mum......&lt;br /&gt;Cousins and my other relatives (although not that closed)&lt;br /&gt;Friends...even though, I feel like they ignore me most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post is turning into another insignificant tale of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;K, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-4622270523218681361?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4622270523218681361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=4622270523218681361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4622270523218681361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4622270523218681361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-9215489183859905305</id><published>2010-09-26T06:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T06:18:31.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Out</title><content type='html'>Good morning y'all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was alright.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to lay low and not talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;Fear of annoyance if I show my personality.&lt;br /&gt;Ass.&lt;br /&gt;Oh we went to Pn. Niti's Open House.&lt;br /&gt;It was at Kingfisher.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Ok2 la. A lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;Kami pun malu2 ni. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Spend there like an hour, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Makan sampai macam mahu muntah.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Ada roti canai juga ni :D&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to Bukit Bendera.&lt;br /&gt;Hung out there and took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the driver sent each of us home.&lt;br /&gt;Astaga, sot ni bha.&lt;br /&gt;Time mo pusing dari uma sa.&lt;br /&gt;Bule2 t'langgar tu gate uma.&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;So, sa buka gate la.&lt;br /&gt;Supaya senang ckit mo pusing.&lt;br /&gt;Kali ni, sikit lagi t'langgar kereta .&lt;br /&gt;Nasib sa p pukul2 tu kreta.&lt;br /&gt;Baru dia stop.&lt;br /&gt;Adedeh.&lt;br /&gt;Ketara ni bha nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi men kontrol2 shax.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah.&lt;br /&gt;Skali skala ikut urg yg bwa kreta tanpa lesen.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I suggested to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;But it was late and they weren't up for it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, next time then :)&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of it was enough.&lt;br /&gt;Risky and liberating.&lt;br /&gt;Felt free and alive~&lt;br /&gt;Thank God we were not in any physical harm. =)&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new?&lt;br /&gt;My history tution got canceled.&lt;br /&gt;Because the teacher's bag along with her IC were stolen.&lt;br /&gt;To cut to the mustard, she was robbed.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess she needs to settle her problem now.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad. I really liked her as my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;She was nice, funny &amp;amp; smart.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I'm posting like she's dead or something.&lt;br /&gt;I really do feel sorry for her though. =(&lt;br /&gt;Lesson : Never leave your bag lying around without supervision.&lt;br /&gt;A man took her bag inside the tution center.&lt;br /&gt;The place is not safe.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, they are many immigrants wandering around this place these days.&lt;br /&gt;If you look over your shoulder, you just might find one.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Church in 2 and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna check out Twitter and Tumblr then.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Facebook now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-9215489183859905305?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/9215489183859905305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=9215489183859905305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/9215489183859905305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/9215489183859905305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/09/night-out.html' title='Night Out'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-2659886236517232256</id><published>2010-09-25T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T12:11:06.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daggers &amp; Thorns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It hurts. It f*cking hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing worth killing myself over, but still the wound is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And it freaking stings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm tired. So very tired of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I wished I could pick them up and throw them far away from my life for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The thorns in my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Restricts and prevents me from growing and being free of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And to just be happy with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Regardless of what I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;They are the broken pieces of my life,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;that remind me constantly of what a mistake I've been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sure they won't say anything to my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ha. F*ck them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And those little daggers that they use to stab behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Break me and then take advantage of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pretenders and entertainers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Actress and drama queens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Selfish and vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Their talks of complete bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Their conniving ways, fooling everyone and getting the others to play along with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sick of putting up with their shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sick of pretending to be something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sick of trying so hard to get along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm just going to let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Because the harder I try, the more they try to put me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I guess, I'll just have to lay low and mind my own business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't need them and the shit that they offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I wished I never got involved in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I wished I have realised it sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I wished I had been more wiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And not fall into temptations oh so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And now, I have to pay the consequences for my actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That's okay, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;With God, everything will get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I just have to believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And not let life get to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For now, I have to avoid any confrontations and conflicts of the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And I'll be on my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Signing off, FF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I may be Fragile &amp;amp; Fallible, but I won't ever give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-2659886236517232256?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2659886236517232256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=2659886236517232256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2659886236517232256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2659886236517232256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/09/daggers-thorns.html' title='Daggers &amp; Thorns.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-7985286441236501325</id><published>2010-09-16T11:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T11:52:27.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KO STPM BHA BUDUH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;STPM is just a month and a few weeks away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stop goofing off!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-7985286441236501325?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7985286441236501325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=7985286441236501325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7985286441236501325'/><link 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all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's impossible to get over that person. Sigh. Especially, since that person texted me to go out today. Just the two of us. OMGOMGOMGOMG! I was freaking out. Took me a long time to give a reply because I can't help considering that this person was asking me out on a date. Which I don't know for sure... Then again, when I said that maybe that person should take this other friend out instead. That person said no, it'll be just the two of us and plus that friend doesn't like to look at books. So, what does this all mean?? Okay, the conversation started out like this. Last night, that person thanked me for coming to h** open hse. Then, I replied the next morning because I fell asleep. Later, I texted my friends from school and asked if they wanted to go to the library to have a study session. Even added that if they're lazy, don't bother replying. :) They all didn't get the 'message' and still replied that they can't. I guess, they enjoy giving out bad news. Asses. Excuses are first day of period, not enough money for the bus fare and just plain lazy. Oh well, it's their credit. Okay, then suddenly this message from this person appear. This person didn't exactly gave me an answer, but replied with another question instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;[ &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;i&gt;crush&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Hey, are you free tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Maybe..why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Can you help me find something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Find what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;We'll go to Times Square at 1Borneo tomorrow..I want to get this book..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Can you go out tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;: &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I don't know..Tomorrow is a holiday right? It'll be kind of hard to bluff my parents..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why don't you take &lt;i&gt;[insert friend name here]&lt;/i&gt; instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;No, just the two of us.. Plus, they don't like looking at books..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;(This is the part where it took me a while to reply...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and the friend I suggested like looking at books :/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Do you see what I mean???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How can you get over someone, when there's obviously a chance that they might like you back as more-than-friends? :( Sigh. I hate that person for screwing with my head like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Some part of me can't help thinking that I'm being played and that all of this is just another cruel joke. Plus, maybe one of my friend is in on the plot to torture me too. Then, there's another part that says maybe...just maybe that person really has developed feelings for me? And this other side thinks that, it's probably just nothing. A harmless outing and that person probably doesn't and never will feel the same way. That person just needed my help with something that I kind of like doing. So, quit putting your hopes up, you'll just get shot down. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I spent&lt;/span&gt; the whole yesterday thinking about the endless possibilities about a few dumb questions asked by a dumb person that I can't help but to like so much. I hate myself. Oh yeah, in the end...I end up going to the library alone. My hand was writing, but my thoughts were busy thinking about stupid things. At least, I finished two essays! Aha, three to go for Malay that is. I still have tons of other assignments that I have to get done. (=.=") Anyway, I should put an end to this nonsense and focus on more important things. Like, school, family, friends...not my sad love life. Such a dumbass. =="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;If you were wondering,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My Raya plans didn't worked out as well as I hoped. That night after I got back from Han's place. My Dad murdered me with his words and forbid me to do anything fun with anyone. He's kind of still hung up on the results from my First Trial STPM. Which I had flunked badly, but somehow still managed to maintain the same rank as before. Haha. The next day, I couldn't go to Sham's open house. I was stuck babysitting at home. My dad kind of went too far and said some ridiculous and unreasonable things. I got pretty mad and cursed in my head. Thankfully, my mum let me go to Et's house for Raya. Ate, laugh, went to the river near her house and took a bunch of pictures with Becky's camera. Later on, Larry took the five of us- Elvy, Becky, Broworlleika &amp;amp; I to Bukit Kokol. We stopped along the rides and checked out Kasih Sayang Resort. Later, took the shortcut to Inanam and went to Kiansom Waterfall. The place was kind of dark and the water was so cold. It sort of gave me chills and weird vibes that someone has died there. At least, we managed to snap a few pictures using Beck's hp. Mine was sadly out of memory and the battery was running low. Huhu. After that, hedrove us to Inanam for Pisang Hijau. &amp;lt;3 Bro had to buy something and Beck &amp;amp; I bought sates and chicken wings. I bought 'buntut ayam'. Ate in the car, I finished mine quickly. Beck gave us all sates. :)) Then, Larry drove each of us home. Thanks dude for the day! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moments I won't forget.&lt;/b&gt; I hope Becky uploads the photos soon! ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I'm out. Currently at home, with my two nephews now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nat &amp;amp; Syafiq. Sigh. Too bad I had to turn down going out with that person today.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up saying that I was sorry and couldn't make it because of my nephew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And even said, maybe next time?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That person replied, "It's ok.. Next time is a must ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;You see what I have to deal with...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sigh &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-5348376476104407912?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5348376476104407912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=5348376476104407912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/5348376476104407912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/5348376476104407912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-are-you-messing-with-my-head.html' title='Why are you messing with my head? :['/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-7609222618654690136</id><published>2010-09-12T19:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:31:01.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY RAYA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="title" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;See what I’ve done and haven’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="title" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Graduated High School.&lt;/strike&gt; (Well, I'm in Form Six now so that counts in a not-so-much way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Kissed someone.&lt;/strike&gt; (Mostly family members &amp;amp; friends. Duhhh. Nobody special YET.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Smoked a cigarette. (No thanks, I'm not interested in that sh*t)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Got so drunk you passed out&lt;/strike&gt;. (Lol! Thanks to boredom and some scotch~ Drank alone bha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Rode every ride at an amusement park. *wish list* (Come on, Disneyland!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Collected something really stupid&lt;/strike&gt;. (I collect memories- some are weird like cans &amp;amp; plastic cup. I know, I'm weird.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Gone to a rock concert&lt;/strike&gt;. (Only in my living room~ There was once the Merdeka concert and Ella was singing a rock song. Does that count? HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Helped someone.&lt;/strike&gt; (Of course! :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Gone fishing.&lt;/strike&gt; (I think so, but the memory is pretty faint.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Watched four movies in one night&lt;/strike&gt;. (Oh yeah, I can't recall all of them now though :/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Gone long periods of time without sleep&lt;/strike&gt;. (Hours are long- so that counts! Aha. I think, I've gone two days without sleeping once. Almost 3, I think.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Lied to someone&lt;/strike&gt;. (I'm not proud of it/Haven't we all done this?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Snorted cocaine. (Nope, not in this life time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Failed a class&lt;/strike&gt;. (Definitely!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Smoked weed. (Never have &amp;amp; never will)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Dealt drugs. (HAHA! You think?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Been in a car accident&lt;/strike&gt;. (Yup, in second or third grade. I distracted my mum about food than our car crashed into this other one and well...yeah. It was one of the worst nights of my life.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Been in a tornado. (I don't think we have those here. Well, mini size ones and I've never been inside one before. This sounds stupid.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Done hard drugs (i.e. ecstasy, heroin, crack, meth, acid). (HAHA. FUNNY.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Watched someone die&lt;/strike&gt;. (Well, not in real-life. Through screens...I've watched animals died though. People...? Not in person.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Been to a funeral&lt;/strike&gt;. (Yup...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Burned yourself&lt;/strike&gt;. (I touch fire and I get burn~ So, that counts!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Ran a marathon&lt;/strike&gt;. (Several times...not so fun.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Cried yourself to sleep&lt;/strike&gt;. (Yeah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Spent over $200 in one day&lt;/strike&gt;. (I think so...I don't really keep track)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Flown on a plane&lt;/strike&gt;. (Uh huh :DD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Cheated on someone. (Well, there's nothing to cheat on when you don't have someone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Been cheated on. (Well, there's nothing to be cheated on when *view above reason*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Written a 10 page letter. (Why would I want to do that???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Gone skiing. (I wish!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Been sailing. (I wish!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Cut yourself. (Well, not really. I have no interest to do so. No matter, how much I hurt inside.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Had a best friend&lt;/strike&gt;. (Yeah...this is a happy &amp;amp; sad kind of thing to think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Lost someone you loved&lt;/strike&gt;. (*sigh*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Shoplifted something&lt;/strike&gt;. (I'm sorry...I was 7 or 8 and wanted candy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Been to jail. (Not yet- HAHA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Dangerously close to being in jail. (Nope, not even close~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Had detention&lt;/strike&gt;. (Well, kind of. Though, we don't really have those here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Skipped school&lt;/strike&gt;. (Yup)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Got in trouble for something you didn’t do&lt;/strike&gt;. (Yeah, my homework.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Stolen books from the library&lt;/strike&gt;. (I'm a horrible person...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Gone to a different country. (NOT YET! SOON PERHAPS.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Dropped out of school. (Not yet. HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Been in a mental hospital. (Not yet. HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Watched the “Harry Potter” movies&lt;/strike&gt;. (Of course! They're freaking huge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Had an online diary&lt;/strike&gt;. (And what do you call this one? A book? :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fired a gun&lt;/strike&gt;. (Yeah, a water-gun! HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Gambled in a casino. (NOT YET)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Had a yard sale. (HOW AMERICAN-ISH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Had a lemonade stand. (HOW AMERICAN-ISH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Actually made money at the lemonade stand. (HOW AMERICAN-ISH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Been in a school play&lt;/strike&gt;. (Yeah, kindergarten. *snorts*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Been fired from a job. (Maybe that could happen, if I actually had one in the first place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Taken a lie detector test&lt;/strike&gt;. (OH YEAH! LAST YEAR :DD IT WAS KINDA COOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Swam with dolphins. (Dolphin in, me out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Gone to sea world. (WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ANYWAY?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Voted for someone on a reality TV show&lt;/strike&gt;. (YEAH, DAD ASKED US TO VOTE FOR STACEY AND THAT IF SHE WINS HE'LL GIVE ME &amp;amp; MY SISTER EACH RM50~ GUESS WHO WON? :DD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Written poetry&lt;/strike&gt;. (When I was sad and in love. I've haven't really written anything since Form Five though. I miss poetry, but I can't stand being trapped in my own hopelessness.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Read more than 20 books a year&lt;/strike&gt;. (OH YEAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Gone to Europe. (NO...BUT I WANT TO..LIKE SO BAD!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Loved someone you shouldn’t have&lt;/strike&gt;. (2009 &amp;amp; 2010 GREATEST MISTAKE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Used a coloring book over age 12.&lt;/strike&gt; (UHH MAYBE?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Had surgery. (UHH NONE THAT I KNOW OF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Had stitches. (UHH NONE THAT I KNOW OF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Taken a taxi. (YEAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Seen the Washington Monument. (I GET SLEEP WHEN I READ THIS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once.&lt;/strike&gt; (UHH IDK? MAYBE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Overdosed. (NOO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Had a drug or alcohol problem. (NOO. ALCOHOL? A LITTLE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Been in a fist fight.&lt;/strike&gt; ( YEAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Suffered any form of abuse&lt;/strike&gt;. (YEAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Had a hamster. (NOPE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Petted a wild animal&lt;/strike&gt;. (I THINK SO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Used a credit card. (NO :'[)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Gone surfing in California. (STUPID QUESTION)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Did “spirit day” at school. (WHAAAT?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Dyed your hair. (NOPE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Got a tattoo&lt;strike&gt;.&lt;/strike&gt; (NOPE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Had something pierced&lt;/strike&gt;. (YEAH, MY EARS BUT THE HOLES ARE COVERED NOW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Got straight A’s. (NOPE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Been on the Honor Roll. (NOPE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Known someone with HIV or AIDS. (IDK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Taken pictures with a webcam&lt;/strike&gt;. (YEAH HUH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Started a fire&lt;/strike&gt;. (HELL YEAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Gotten caught having a party while parents were gone away. (NOT YET)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Found this on Tumbler, a while ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My blog has been dead these days, just thought I would post something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, had fun at Han's open house today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Wished more people could make it though.&lt;br /&gt;Beck, Leo &amp;amp; I were the only ones who came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Man, found out a few crazy shocking news...&lt;br /&gt;Which involved scuba diving, marriage and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;I even did something embarrassing that day. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;OH realised how much weight I've gained too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;DAMN, I NEED TO START WATCHING WHAT I EAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;STARTING AFTER...TUESDAY. :P&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow and the day after that...I'm going to my classmate's open house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;SO YEAH. I WANT TO REALLY ENJOY MY TIME THERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;AND DAMN, NEED TO STUDY LIKE HELL TOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE RIGHT AFTER THE HOLIDAYS...DAMN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, I think this post is pretty long enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I want to watch a movie and eat the Pisang Hijau I bought as take-out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY RAYA GUYS! ;)&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/149595551987268960-7609222618654690136?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7609222618654690136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=7609222618654690136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7609222618654690136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7609222618654690136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-raya.html' title='HAPPY RAYA!'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-8548452194393076903</id><published>2010-09-09T15:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:39:01.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;*Just got another text*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;*Called the friend and had a 16 minutes 27 seconds chat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(I'll continue the update about the other missing friend later....sigh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Made artificial milk for my nephew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Watched "Ghost Town".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Now, back on the computer again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Here's a quote from the movie :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;We  just get the one life, you know. Just one. You can't live someone   else's or think it's more important just because it's more dramatic.   What happens matters. May be only to us, but it matters."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ghost Town  (2008) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh yeah, going to my nephew's(30 something years old) wedding reception tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;They're legally-church married for about 3 months now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Now, they're having the reception at the bride's side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I guess, they've been kind of busy as both of them are teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's at Tudan Village in Ranau. Sleeping over there. Probably be back on Sat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;C= &lt;i&gt;later then!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-8548452194393076903?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8548452194393076903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=8548452194393076903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8548452194393076903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8548452194393076903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-got-another-text-called-friend-and.html' title='Another post!'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-3413510582783259203</id><published>2010-09-09T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:16:20.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still breathing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Gosh, I haven't blogged in ages. =="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;First things first, before I dive into what's bothering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Right now, we're currently having our two weeks of holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yayy! Awesome...but I've been stuck at home for the past four days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Which sucks if you hadn't already notice...It's Thursday today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't even held a pen and did any of my schoolwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Let alone opened a book to study or revise. *snorts* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;To be honest? I'm just totally not in the mood of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Fudge it, I want to go out and have some fun with my friends bha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But as per usual, we can't always get what we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That's life. So yeah. Boo hoo. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, I've been actually wanting to update my blog for quite sometime now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I guess, never really got to it...until this very moment as I'm typing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, something has triggered my mind into blogging mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;What, who and how...you ask??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, you'll find out the answers very soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ahh. I kinda miss blogging. C=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, yet again. Not the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Pace yourself, darlings. I'm getting to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, you see...remember some previous posts ago I said about a missing friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You do, you don't? Oh who cares? Okay, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, a closed friend of mine who's working in a bakery stall just texted me saying that she saw the so-called missing friend coming to the shop to buy cakes??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, the hell is going on...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been constantly worrying and wrecking my brain figuring out what's happened to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And out of no where, a text comes in saying that... Tutt beli kuih tdi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I am a little furious, somewhat relieved and f*cking curious than ever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Girl, I need some answers =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Edit : Damn, I sound angry and obnoxious.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-3413510582783259203?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3413510582783259203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=3413510582783259203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/3413510582783259203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/3413510582783259203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still breathing.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-6237095666523870998</id><published>2010-08-01T00:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:24:22.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still holding back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;o, it's been a while since I've blogged about things so candidly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;As usual, sh*t happens and time passes whether we like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been dealing with strained and uncomfortable relationships with so-called friends and classmates. I think, "the issue" has died down a bit- with me having chicken pox and stuff. Things have forever changed since that last confession I've made. Sigh. Why the hell did I Iet myself get so carried away with these stupid thoughts and feelings??? On top of that, thinking that IT was okay to feel that way and also that I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; fine about concealing it from everyone that I knew. I guess, it was only a matter of time before I blew my cover and spill the beans. Anyway, there's not much that I can do now. The damage's been done. I'm just going to have to deal with it and MOVE ON like any other person would and should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;There's so many other things to worry about other than this puny incident here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Like, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;assignments&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;exams&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!!&amp;nbsp; &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/149595551987268960-6237095666523870998?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6237095666523870998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=6237095666523870998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6237095666523870998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6237095666523870998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/08/still-holding-back.html' title='Still holding back...'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-2903810269045420448</id><published>2010-07-31T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:46:15.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Pox</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="horizontal-spacer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td id="entries-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yup. &lt;/span&gt;The title says &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have &lt;/span&gt;freaking &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;chicken pox&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Pop that bottle of champagne &amp;amp; let's get f*cking wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt;, I'm just being a &lt;i&gt;sarcastic miserable cow&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;This blows &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;more than&lt;/span&gt; a slut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to go to&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;school &lt;/span&gt;and am &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;missing out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-2903810269045420448?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2903810269045420448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=2903810269045420448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2903810269045420448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2903810269045420448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/07/chicken-pox.html' title='Chicken Pox'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-4278685338331080749</id><published>2010-07-15T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:24:16.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drafted post on 10th July 2010, Sat - MUET result?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh yeah, I got Band 4 for my MUET! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Grateful, definitely. 21 marks to Band 5...Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that Jane and some of my other friends didn't reach the qualified band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel the need to help them out... Especially, Janeffer! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm glad and sad at the same time...I'm 'slad'. Huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In other news, going out to Pizza Hut later this evening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A friend is picking us up! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I was actually having mixed feelings about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;'cause a certain someone won't be there.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, this could be good practice on forgetting these feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Something to remind myself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;that 'I can still be happy and have fun without that person around'.&lt;br /&gt;It's just much better when that person is there, that's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, enough of the personal issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;PS. A drafted post from last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-4278685338331080749?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4278685338331080749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=4278685338331080749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4278685338331080749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4278685338331080749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/07/drafted-post-muet-result.html' title='Drafted post on 10th July 2010, Sat - MUET result?!'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-2482826904695610160</id><published>2010-07-10T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T13:11:51.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It’s okay. It’s okay to want someone you can’t  have. It’s okay to want something more. It’s okay to cry when you’re  hurt, and it’s okay to stay mad at someone who hurt you. Believe it or  not, it’s always going to be okay. That’s just how it works. Sometimes  things don’t work out how you want them to, and most of the time, it  seems like they never will. But eventually, everything is going to iron  out some way or another. You just have to believe, keep your faith, and  move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- I re-blog that quote on Tumblr, a while ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Last week, I confessed my feelings for someone. I said I hoped that we would just stay friends, but I'm not sure anymore. I'm acting all weird again. I've tried sorting this out with some of my friends. They've all gave me some helpful advices. And I've been trying to take those words under my wing. It seems to be doing well. My head and my heart are feeling much better than before too. So, let's just see how it goes then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the wise words they've told me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Masalahnya dr ko, kmi  bukan ko..kami hanya bleh ckp sja"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Jan terlampau fikir psal dia"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Dari ko sja bha tu" *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Buat besa ja bha"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;...repeatedly heard the last three  from different people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Over and out.&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/149595551987268960-2482826904695610160?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2482826904695610160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=2482826904695610160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2482826904695610160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2482826904695610160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-okay.html' title='...'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-1308228916770372765</id><published>2010-06-29T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:31:25.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Complicated~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, we meet again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hey. A lot has been going on lately. Attended 4 weddings in a month. One for every weekend. Same day too. Saturday. First was my cousin's wedding. Then, nephew's. Later on, went to KL to attend my brother's wedding there. Last week, was the final one. My newly-married brother and his new family came down here in Sabah to celebrate at the village. This consequently made me missed out on all three classes of RCIA. They started singing before the opening prayer. I feel so awful for not coming and forgetting to tell them where I was. I did typed out a two-paged text message regarding my absences, but didn't manage to press the 'Send' button. And ended up, saving in the drafts folder. I guess, I was waiting for the right time. Then, "the right time" never came... So yeah. I'm awful. Anyway, during the weddings...got a little too friendly with the kiddos back at the village. Seriously wore me out, but in a good way! I enjoyed myself to say the very least. Well, parts of them could have been a little better. No complains though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a whole lot of other stuff happened too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I treated my friends to lunch and karaoke-ing, last Friday. One is to make up for accidentally deleting everything on Et's camera. :(( I still feel bad when I think about it. Sigh. Another i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;s mainly because of my bro's recent marriage. I was in a generously giving mood and had some cash on me. So, I thought- why not? I was actually planning to treat them to a movie, but my phone broke down the night before. And it was near midnight when I pm-ed one of them on fb. So, yeah. In the end, we all got wet because of the pouring rain! And the rest is history. It was too late when I realised that the machine had MCR's songs on them. We've already checked out. Oh well. At least, now I know right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Putting aside all the worldly pleasures now. Some other stuff, some sight and a person and a friend shattered my heart over and over again that day. I know, I have no right to feel and want what's not mine...but I do feel it and I do want it. And I'm scared to shit that people will find out about it. Sigh. I hate my complicated-self-inflicted character. I understand that it gives people a hard time on understanding my uncertain nature. I screw with people's head about nothing and act out recklessly. My horoscope says that I'm supposed to be one of the straight-forward ones. I'd like to be, but that's just it...I'm not! All I feel like doing is escaping from reality. This is not right. "Two wrongs, doesn't make a right." RIGHT?? Great. I'm talking to myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it ends here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Btw, before I forget...tomorrow is Desiree Frenche Ogak's 19th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Desi, If you happen to read this or anyone else for that matter, please let her know that Farina misses her friendship and just wants to wish her a "Happy 19th Birthday!!" I hope God will bless you always. I miss you! Hope to see you again soon!!! Btw, the house is now slumber-party-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;appropriate. So, whenever you're ready...I'll be here waiting...with pillows, some movies, a guitar and some snacks for us to chow down to. Plus, a whole lot of stories. I'm sure you have more going on than me, right? =) Well, I can't guarantee that it won't be awkward or I'll probably end up doing all the listening more than the talking part. Lol. But it will be US. =) Having you back in my life would be in one of the top in my wish-list. So, if you happen to see her and read all of these. Please let her know. Thank you, I will be forever in your debt. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Until next time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-1308228916770372765?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1308228916770372765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=1308228916770372765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/1308228916770372765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/1308228916770372765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-complicated.html' title='It&apos;s Complicated~'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-7064257837365502320</id><published>2010-06-27T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:59:12.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache &amp; Bitterness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dear strange beautiful being,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Is your status directed towards me? Am I really messing with your head...THAT much?? Am I really that complicated for you to understand? Have you REALLY spent the past few days thinking and wondering about my issues and strange ongoing behaviour?? Why I won't talk to you as much as I talk to the others, why I am so mean to you all the friggin' time, then suddenly act nice out of no where, why I avoid you most of the time...why I duck out when you want to take photos of me..Why I can't say the reasons to anyone... Especially, to you &amp;amp; my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW??? ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It hurts. It hurts a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;I die a little inside everytime I see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand...the  pain anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-7064257837365502320?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7064257837365502320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=7064257837365502320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7064257837365502320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7064257837365502320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/06/heartache-bitterness.html' title='Heartache &amp; Bitterness'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-528116880491552056</id><published>2010-06-10T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:40:16.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate re-dos. Ugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Damn it. I hate re-doing my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Before I typed out my frustrations here. Oh! hoho! Which, I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I just want to apologize for the weeks of missing updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;SO, SORRY! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not sure if anyone really anticipates my posts, &lt;br /&gt;I know some people read them though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; that just makes me feel awesome inside. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for paying a speck of attention to my blog!&lt;br /&gt;Even though, sometimes I tend to make overly-long entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That tires out my mind and even my fingers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(and I'm sure it'll tire out your eyes too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, back to being pissed. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I typed out a pretty decent post but now it's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efforts gone to waste. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh well, I won't let that get me down. &lt;br /&gt;I'll just make another one, a better one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will avenge myself! Hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - IT'S THE HOLIDAYS AND I'M TOTALLY AVOIDING MY ASSIGNMENTS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'M ASKING FOR HELL, THAT'S WHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-528116880491552056?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/528116880491552056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=528116880491552056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/528116880491552056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/528116880491552056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-re-dos-ugh.html' title='I hate re-dos. Ugh!'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-6191921224676365790</id><published>2010-05-15T21:20:00.514+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:46:43.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misunderstood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I talk of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>EXAM WEEK~ (PART 3) FINAL! BUT...SH*T HAPPENS. GRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This has been the toughest week yet. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A lot of awful things happened... Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Although, thanks to the few angels who came - helped shined some light in these darkest hours. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay, let's get this over with... (I have to do this massive Art project later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Monday &lt;/span&gt;- SEJARAH (KERTAS 2) &amp;amp; PENGAJIAN PERNIAGAAN (KERTAS 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;W&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e were in no absolute mood to take any tests. I was, at least. Sigh. I only answered two essays out of four. I could remember it well because it was the essay that our original history teacher taught us, last year. As opposed to the replacement one. Which to be frank, her teachings lack the fire that burns our desire and passion to learn. Haa. PP was so-so. Nothing much to say there. I handed in both of the test papers early- before the time was up. Honestly, I had nothing more to add. I could- but as I said before. My mind wouldn't let me go any further. Later, went to the library...Et was waiting for us there. Haha. Poor kid. The test each lasted 3 hours for both of the subject. She dropped Maths, so she didn't have any other paper to take after history. That also means, she waited for almost 3 hours in the library. We were planning to get some practice and do some discussion for the MUET speaking test. Which was the next day, Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; Head-teacher of the library asked us me to prepare questions for an upcoming quiz. It's on diseases like Bird Flu and Influenza A (H1N1). Beck helped me out as we practiced on out MUET. There was supposed to be another person, Sham. Although, she went home early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Elvy tagged along. We  laughed silly. Bro wasn't in the mood for games. She was worried about  the test... Kakak was also there- watching us make a fool of ourselves.  Jane didn't come to school. We all walked home together. Speaking in English halfway, then back to Malay again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, the big speaking test day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;t was okay. Everyone was nervous at first. In the morning, we were scolded by Pn Niti regarding our Art project- in front of everyone in the canteen. Humiliating. We were there to buy food, instead we were full from hearing her words. Ouch. Plus, nobody told her that we were having MUET that day. She was pissed and worried about our Art Project. It took as sometime to get over it. Grr. We did some practice before the test started. It was conducted in the library. We were all quarantined inside the Bilik Gerakan. Which is connected to the school's library. The examiners called each group one by one and after finishing- we were asked to leave the premises and throw away any papers inside before exiting. We weren't allowed to bring any papers outside. We took our bags and scurried away. I'm proud of Broworlleika. Hee. She spoke a lot and more than usual during the test. I'd say we each done a fairly good job. ET and I had our differences at some point. We were both reaching the climax and firing at each other. :) Good times. Hahaha! I ended the discussion. We were the third or was it fourth group- that was called? After that, we went to the canteen to grab a bite to eat- while waiting for the others to finish. Elvy's group was the last one. Et wasn't so satisfied with her work, she felt that she could have done better. That goes the same for me. I stuttered a bit and slurred on my words. I hope it wasn't that obvious. :/ So yeah. Chatted and ran into some juniors from Police Cadet there. Got harass and harassed them back. Hahaha. Later, went to the loo. Et changed her clothes and wore slippers. Looked for Becky &amp;amp; Jane, but couldn't find them anywhere. Sent Sham outside. Beck &amp;amp; Jane was still a no-show. Tried calling Becky several times. No answer. I didn't bring my hp. So, got the number from Et's phone. We used the public phone to call her. Then, decided to look for them in class. Nobody was there. Except for our PP teacher- Mr Geoprey. Who was handling the Lower Six's registration. Gave up. Bro, Et &amp;amp; I waited for Elvy's group to finish outside the library- near the staircase. Moments later, they appeared! Elvy, Ameer &amp;amp; Larry. Ging Karas Form Six..! Hahahaha. Elvy and Et had Karate practice at 3PM. It was still early, barely 12PM. The teacher said we could go home once we were done. Et wanted to go to my house and hang out there, but I said my dad might be home. So, instead we all went for Roti Canai near All Saint's. Et, Elvy, Bro &amp;amp; I. Haha. Stayed there for almost 2 hours. Mostly talking and b*tching about stuff. We were relieved from MUET but stressed out about Art. :/ Two teachers ate in the same restaurant as us. Haha. Awkward. Thankfully, they were evening session teachers. Even so, they thought we must have skipped classes or something. 'Cause they gestured at their watches and mentioned how early we were..? Wtf. Haha. We took pictures too. You can see them on Et's Facebook. (promote mah..hahaha) We took more before parting ways- they were going back to school for Karate while Bro and I were heading home. At least, that was our so-called plan. I managed to persuade her to crash my crib and get started on our Art project. Huhu. My head hurts from trying to translate English into Malay words. We watched 'Wondergays' and looked for 'Lady-gago' too. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - no more exams! (for now) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;W&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e had class as usual. Got some homework for P.AM &amp;amp; SEJ. Had some conflict today with our BM teacher. Bro faced the teacher and the principal. It was a re-act of yesterday's scenario with Pn Niti again. What happened? Recess time, we were about to buy food. When suddenly, Pn Lily called her out. She got bombed by the two school authorities for her tardiness and missing out on exams without any valid excuse. Grr. :(&amp;nbsp; It was a tough day for her. I feel awful. Sigh. :(( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh yeah, some old friends came by to school today too. :)  Mar, Han &amp;amp; Ros. Hehe. It's been a while, so it was great seeing  them again! Hehehehe. We were late for the evening class because we spent hanging out and stuff. Hee. It was worth it! Miss them already. Huhu. I didn't feel so great though 'cause some of my friends felt kinda left out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meanwhile, we all helped planned a friend's surprised visit for his girlfriend. Haha. Safwan was coming back, but Bro thinks it was the next day. She was shocked, of course. We made sure that she didn't know about it. We were all in on the act- me, et, elvy, jane, beck &amp;amp; meer. Hehe. Wan suddenly came in prancing through the school's library doors. We laughed out loud- then realised we were in the library for goodness sake! So, tried to controlled our volume. It didn't feel weird at all having him there, like it was as if he never left to go to UITM or something. I told Et, and she agreed with me. XD We were on duty as librarians for the day. Even, Elvy stayed back for the company I guess. :P It was sweet of Wan to surprise Bro like that. Haha. I told him to try to cheer Browor up 'cause she wasn't having such a good day. After librarian duties, Wan treated us to ABCs! Ais Batu Campur. Most of us had Ais Jagung. While, Et and Becky had the usual ABC. :D It didn't taste as good as the last time we ate there. The Ais Jagung was too sweet from the syrup. As for the ABC, the ingredients weren't so fresh and the beans in the ABCs had gone bad. Yuck. I should know, I tasted their ABCs too. D: At least, it was free. Hehe. So, it's all good. :) Still felt stressed about the sh*tty things and pressure from teachers though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;M&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ost of the people in my class were missing-in-action. They were involved with this program that was going on in the school hall. Kursus Kepimpinan- for all the Pengerusi and Setiausaha. Et, Beck, Larry, Ameer, Sham and a majority of the Chinese's were participating. Bro was absent again- so that leaves Jane &amp;amp; I to ourselves. Oh and Elvy too. Though, she was mostly busy with her duties as a Head Prefect. Or sleeping , stressing out about things, having fun and being crazy, stressing others out and giving out advises and her honest opinions. Yup, that's Elvy. It was a slow day. During the third and fourth period- cocum time! We had academic- got mixed with two other clubs. BM and the other IDK. We were all asked to make cards for the upcoming Teacher's Day. It involved mainly of cutting, pasting and coloring. I tried to finish mine before recess. Jane wasn't done with hers so the teachers asked her to continue later and hand it in by today. We ate and ran into Becky and the others. They seemed busy so decided not to bother. In class, was bored out of my mind. Teachers were busy with activities too. Elvy was tired and stressed out. So, she slept. I secretly took photos of her dozing off. :P Hey, I was bored. I saw Pn Niti talking to her in the morning. We were downstairs for the Police Cadet meeting. After 10 minutes or so, Pn Niti was still there talking to her. So, you can imagine the pressure of the conversation. Jane was busy finishing up her card. So, I thought I would go to the library and type out the quiz Teacher Annie asked me to do yesterday. Typed and chatted with Kakak in the library. She asked about the others. Not long after that, Elvy came in the library. After half-an-hour or so, she called me and said that it almost time for Pn Niti's class. It was supposed to be MUET, but since MUET was over. The Art students were asked to go to Art class to finish up their Projects instead. Went back to class with Elvy trailing behind 'cause she gets stuck with people talking to her. Popularity over-rules. :O Saw Jane was making her final finishing touches on her card- wait, she made two cards! Ohoho. I guess, she must have gotten bored too. XD They weren't in no hurry to get to Art class. Elvy continued sleeping. Haa. The others were playing and joking around. I took photos of them. Hoho. It was past the time, we hurried over. Saw that Pn Niti was with the juniors. She saw us and asked us to come in- so we shared a class with the juniors. Pn Niti babbled on about her subject. She touched a sensitive issue and began to tear up. We handed her a tissue. Then, the juniors' class was over and they left. We- form sixes, were asked to stay there. Pn Niti went through the Art Project with us. Asked us if we knew what we had to do. We had no clue. There was only a few of us there. Christina, Janeffer, Elvy, Dorothy and yours truly. There were supposed to 16 of us, but the others couldn't make it. She explained and helped us out with the project, but told us not to tell this to Teacher Dzul. Anyway, yeah. Well, Jane handed in her cards. History was fun- Beck &amp;amp; Et were back. :D However, something unfortunate happened after that. Beck's hp was stolen in class. D: Stupid thief! It was third time this year. :(( BM was uh BM. Stayed back in class, Wan came by. Too bad Bro wasn't around though. :/ Craziness happened in class. Elvy showed her dance moves! We were like WOAH. Took pictures to release some tension. Even Sham was there. Waiting for her car. It was already raining. We walked home and rode the bus together. Still feeling a bit down from the terrible events that occurred on the previous days. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t started out awful, as I arrived late for school. I didn't feel like going - to be frank, but I've already promised to go out with some old friends. So, I couldn't back away from that right? I decided to face the consequences of being late. I was angry at first- mainly, on myself. I got over it, I guess. Faced Pn Lily again. Ugh. I'm so sick of it. She asked us to write an essay blahblahablah. The others were asked to write for 350 words. While, Form Six- just me. 700 words. D: At least, I wasn't SO bored. Right, who am I kidding? Hahaha. Third and fourth period was cocum. Uniform! Police Cadet. Et escaped- joining Elvy and Sham to Karate. Hahaha. Traitor. Teacher Lina Dang told us on Wednesday that she wants us to clean up the store room and her table. Haha. Et's been active in Karate lately. Anyway, yeah. We helped cleaned up. Mostly the juniors did the job. We just stood idly- waiting to go through the next step. The teacher told us about the upcoming camps(NOOO)- one's in school for this month while another is in July(involving other schools as well), I think. And the shooting activity(OH YEA) in Sipitang is next month- June! Only 10 people are chosen for this. Et &amp;amp; I managed to persuade the teacher to take the Form Six students as it was our last year. :P Excited! We went to recess early 'cause of the meeting ending so soon. Lalala~ Skip skip. I was done with the essay. Finally, I thought it was 700 over, but turns out I only made it to 500++ hahaha. -.-" What can you do? I was teased by my classmates throughout the day. Hey, it wasn't so bad. Haha. Et, Bro, Beck and I walked together to the bus stop. Jane was absent. Hoho. I followed Beck to her house to change clothes. It took us a while. We arrived at 1 something in the evening, I think. Then, met up with the gang at CP. :) We had McD. Saw Han &amp;amp; Ros at the counter. While, Mar, Khai &amp;amp; her Sis where at the table already. :)) Talked for sometime after ordering. The person gave me take-out by mistake. Idiots. Maybe because I was carrying my schoolbag that made me look like I was in a hurry? Heh. While I munched through my burger and talking, Beck suddenly said she saw Wan. Haha. Funny coincident, I looked behind and there he was with his brother. And I thought, there was a girl sitting beside him. XD Thought we would say a quick hello that probably end up being 10 or 15 minutes. Haha. And there was no girl. Hahaha. After that, we went up for Kbox. An hour and 30 minutes. It was fun :) until the power got cut-off. That made us wait more or less 8 minutes? I don't know, felt like ten. Total rip-off and mood ruiner- if you ask me. :/ It felt short. Han was in a hurry to get home, Mar went suspiciously missing(ahem! hehehe) and I think Khai's Sister was bored(lmao). XD Ros wasn't that into singing too. It's a bummer that we missed bowling though. Plus, Beck &amp;amp; I were too occupied to get our minds off school. Grr. Oh I lost a bundle of cash too on the way to the Kbox. Maybe around RM18? Haha. I am such an idiot. Mar and Beck said they saw someone picking up a thick rolled-up 1 Ringgits by a fat guy and his son...but they didn't know it was mine. Sh*t. There goes all the bills I saved up. -.-" It's my fault for being so careless. Anyway, it's just money. I've gotten over it. At least, no one got hurt. Just my wallet- figuratively speaking, I don't really use one. Haha. Han gave Beck &amp;amp; I a lift home. Thank you dear. And also everyone for the outing! :)) When I got home, I fix my bike and pumped air into its wheels. And rode until I was friggin' exhausted. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;chool day. Right. General Studies, Business and Malay. Supposed to go out with Wan and the gang, after school...but it was raining heavily. Had to cancel it. Poor guy, though. He stayed at CP all alone. Felt guilty about it. Plus, mum wouldn't let my friends hitch a ride on our car. The air-conditioner in the car was broken, she said. Plus, we had to pick Nat up from the Nursery. Whatever. Felt sulky about it. She gave me a RM 10 reload. I used it for Internet on my phone. Our Internet at home was still cut, back then. Plus, I couldn't ride the bike to get all the negative energy out. So, I slept through the misery. I had to e-mail out some scanned childhood photos and edited background images for my brother's wedding invites. My bro has been calling and texting about it. Felt pretty pressured since it's been long overdue. About three weeks then. Police Cadet and the Exams had been keeping me busy, I guess. School was a prison. -.-" The Internet was still not back on. Mum went to the Post Office to get the bills sorted. She came back and said that the Post Office was already closed. Made a decision to go to a Cyber Cafe. I just couldn't take it any longer. It was still raining a bit, drizzling matter-of-factly. Saw a dog dying in the drain. One of it's eyes poking out. It was still alive- trying to blink its eyes but his one of its eyeballs got in the way. I was so crushed at the sight and almost puke my guts out. It was just so awful and sick to witness. :(( I shook my head at the tragedy and crossed the road to the cyber cafe. Spent an hour there, e-mail and attached all the 41 copies of photo onto the e-mail. After that, Facebook. Then, walked my way home. The Internet was back on when I got to my house. Well, that was a complete waste of utter space. At least, I went out for a walk. Even though, I had to see such despicable inhumanity on the way. It shall haunt me forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, as usual- went to Church. Then, the RCIA class. Accompanied a friend until she got into the bus. Arrived to an empty house. Probably spent watching tely, on the computer and doing some measly chores. Okay, I'm shutting up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Late entry- sorry about that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It'll try to update faster.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Until then, peace to you all. :)&amp;nbsp; &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/149595551987268960-6191921224676365790?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6191921224676365790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=6191921224676365790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6191921224676365790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6191921224676365790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/05/exam-week-final-butsht-happens-grr.html' title='EXAM WEEK~ (PART 3) FINAL! BUT...SH*T HAPPENS. GRR'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-8408506664812695663</id><published>2010-05-15T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:51:54.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAM WEEK! (PART 2) SEQUEL~ HEH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sheesh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I saved a pretty long entry in the draft and ended up erasing the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel ridiculous, at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Let's just quickly get over with the exams and the other past events, shall we? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Last week!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thursday - BAHASA MELAYU (SUBJECTIVES &amp;amp; ESSAYS) &amp;amp; PENGAJIAN AM (OBJECTIVES)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Died and gone to heaven, but was sent back to Earth because The Big Guy said that it wasn't my time to go yet. Heaven was so beautiful, but I missed the people below. Right. That's just me being exaggerating how tough the test was- sarcastically. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Friday -&amp;nbsp; SENI VISUAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(SUBJECTIVES  &amp;amp; ESSAYS) &amp;amp; MUET (LISTENING)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't prepared a thing for both! I did read a little before the exams for Art, but it was useless anyway. Why? Because it didn't came out in the test. That's what you get for not really studying. Damn it. MUET? It's the school's test. We're actually done with the real test. So, it's not that important anymore. Now, there's some other sh*t to focus on. After school, Et, Bro, Beck &amp;amp; I went to Inanam for some Pisang Hijau. Hohoho. Et &amp;amp; I kept bring up how hot the day was. Then, the others just nodded in agreement. Haha. We waited for more than half-an-hour for a bus that wasn't full. Fridays are always busy because everyone's on the road at the same time. We arrived there at 12 something. It was still early. The stall opens at 1 O'clock. At first, I suggested to use the Internet while we waited. Then, there was a no uniform policy. Great. So, we went into Milimewa instead and wasted some time there. Plus, received some free air-conditioned service. Messed with some of the things they sold there. Stuffed animals, fishing equipments, blankets, towels, pillows, slippers and etc. ET &amp;amp; I even battled using a pillow and slippers as weapons. Hahaha. -.-" Yes, kids. Never go to Form Six. It will screw with your head and give you a PHD aka permanent head-damage. XD We checked the time and it just whizzed by. Soon enough, we were at the stall waiting again. Bumped into the same juniors we saw at the bus stop. Decided to share a table with them. The Pisang Hijau stall wasn't opened yet. It was already 1.30PM... We waited and waited some more. More people were coming. Soon it was taken over by loud nosy-underage boys. Haha. Then, around 2 O'clock...they were finally ready to take our orders. Phew. Well, it was worth the wait. I finished mine quickly. Haha. Then, ordered one for take-out so I could bring home for mum. Wished my sis was there. She would have loved to have one too. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Saturday - SENI VISUAL (DRAWING NON-LIVING OBJECTS) &amp;amp; MUET (READING &amp;amp; WRITING COMBINED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;OH. We go to school on a Saturday too. It's just another way for the school to torture the students. Lovely, isn't it? Anyway, I struggled through drawing the objects in front of me. The shading part was the worst. I can't differentiate the lighting, tone and the shade of the objects- at all. I just end up sketching out a messy artwork. Woo-hoo. MUET was alright. I happily answered the 30 Objective Questions and a short report on 'Global Warming'. :) No pressure, took my time nice and slow. Haha. Everyone went through the paper fast, while I was still trying my best to answer the questions. :] Beck &amp;amp; Jane followed my car. Bro was absent again. Sigh. Et &amp;amp; Sham was away on some Karate-Do event at the Sports Complex. I had to meet a friend after school, actually. She wanted to borrow some Economy books to use for her exams. Her name's Leo. We were pretty tight during Form Five. The night before, we planned to meet near All Saint's around 12.30PM. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to make it. Babysitting duty calls. So, I asked Beck to help me pass the book to Leo. Mum dropped them off near All Saint's. Thanks Beck! :)) Although, I wished I heard a 'thank you' note from the other person.. Haha. Well, it doesn't really matter. The point is the objective of the task was achieved. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sunday - off day! No school. Just Church. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm proud to say that I went to Church early on that day! Haha. What a miraculous thing to happen, I usually arrive more or less than a few minutes before Mass begins. And I was like- half-an-hour there waiting for it to begin. Yes, I'm a horrible Christian that's trying to mend her ways. So, kindly pray for me please. Heh. It's only this year that I've started going to Church own my own. It's definitely a big step up for someone who's only gone there five times(more or less) a year. Gahh. I think, this week would be my 10th week. Woot. Plus, I've became apart of this small community called RCIA. Which stands for Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults. I'm trying to get through Confirmation. It's the third stage- after getting baptised and receiving holy communion. Technically, you must get your Confirmation in order to get married in a Catholic Church. Haa. Well, 'marriage' that's kind of a funny thought. So yeah. After that, I went to Karamunsing. Unfortunately, I couldn't find what I was looking for. I ended up buying a strawberry hairband and a green mechanical pencil. I know, wtf right? Then, I got hungry so bought those tiny kaya puffs from that Uncle near the CD store. Later, I went into a book stand besides a party shop. Looked at some magazines while munching on my treats. Finished my food, left the store. Ran into an old friend and her sister- stopped to chat for sometime. Accidentally brought up a sensitive topic- such a conversation killer. Excused myself. Then, went to get a smoothie. Rode the bus home. Went online for awhile. Then, realised I had to hang the laundry. Blah blah blah..carried the dried clothes. Later, it started to rain heavily. Move the clothes. Did the dishes..etc. Listened to my music player while I did the chores. Singing along loudly. Fought with the rain outside. Trying to clear the drain. It was useless. Went inside and fold the clothes, while watching tv. Coffee Prince and Maid-Sama! was playing on Animax. Heh. My parents and nephew got home pretty late. Eleven-ish, I think. Wished Mum a Happy Mother's Day. Then, gave her a big hug and a kiss. After that, I cooked dinner for mum and Nat(nephew). =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This week's entry is coming up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-8408506664812695663?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8408506664812695663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=8408506664812695663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8408506664812695663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8408506664812695663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/05/exam-week-part-2-finally.html' title='EXAM WEEK! (PART 2) SEQUEL~ HEH'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-8820244605789311687</id><published>2010-05-10T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:41:58.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I talk of nonsense'/><title type='text'>EXAM WEEK! (PART 1) WEEEHEE~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I said that I would post about the examination week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And here I am! Aren't you glad to have a blogger who fulfills her promise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hahaha. Right, like anyone is actually paying much attention my pitiful life. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Who cares, anyway! Asalkan HAPPY bha kan? EHEHE. BHA sa mo taip sua gia..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, here's the lowdown on this weeks' issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Exams started on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; we had class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm starting to feel resentment towards our Art teacher- who just started teaching in our school, this year. He splattered water on my face, while I was busy drawing. WHAT THE @#$%! Okay, I'm calm. I'm cool. I'M @#$%ING INFURIATED. RRRRAWR. Yes, there's a reason behind everything. So, to be rational and get over the whole ordeal. He did it- as a wake-up call for US. Only I wished he hadn't done it to me 'cause honestly...I was wide awake! And completely aware of THE @#$%ING ART PROJECT THAT WE HAVE TO HAND IN BY THE END OF MAY. Which is THIS MONTH! Sigh. Okay, I wasn't the only who got splattered with water. Becky's water was the offense. The teacher actually splattered water on US- three. Beck, Jane &amp;amp; I. We were sitting at the back row, middle section. I took over Bro's place 'cause she was absent for school. For this week, I think she was absent for 3 whole days. Yes, including the exams. Sigh. It's just very hard to describe the situation she's in. I wished she could live with me, then maybe we both would ALWAYS be in time for school. HAHA. Okay, where was I? Water. Right. The liquid splattered on Beck's shirt but she blocked it a book, the lower part of Jane's face and me- right on my spectacles, disturbing my view! Do you have any idea how annoying it feels when you're concentrating then somebody sprays water on you- impairing you eyesight and literary ruining your whole mood? I still felt pissed during recess, after I got home, during exams- heck I'm annoyed just thinking about that whole incident. Well, to look on the bright sight- At least, it was for a good cause and the water wasn't hot or cold right? I'm not too fond of his teaching methods, but he's the educator and I'm there to absorb the knowledge he possess. So, however you may not like the teacher it is still wrong to be disrespectful to them. Unless, they have gone too far...than that you have to let someone know and let the authorities handle it. Or personal revenge would be sweet too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;PENGAJIAN AM (KERTAS II) &amp;amp; BAHASA MELAYU (KERTAS I)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I was dyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. Uggggggh. Reminds me how much I loathe exams. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;SEJARAH (KERTAS 1) &amp;amp; PENGAJIAN PERNIAGAAN (KERTAS 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Much better, but still felt hopeless. ugggggggggh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, the head librarian assistant a.k.a Kakak Library treated US to roti canai! I don't honestly remember how OUR promised started. I must have babbled something out of the blue. Then, well, weeks later there we are. HAHAHA. :D The following participants were ET, BECK, JANE, BRO &amp;amp; I. We all rode on Kakak's car. HOHOHO. Laughed like a bunch of mental-patients who escaped from the Psychiatric ward @ Hospital Bahagia. Seriously, I can't remember the last time I had laughed so hard for that such a long amount of time. The muscles on my face ached so much. I was literary exhausted and sweating from laughter. HAHAHA! ET laughed like a girlish girl @ real lady- not her usual sobbing tomboy-ish laughter. Which, I've teased dozens of times. She just says, " Ko pernah nampak sa nangis meh?". She has a point, but it still sounds like she's crying to me. Anyway, I've never heard her laughed like that before. It sounded so girly and well funny to my ears. Hahahahahahahahah. Yes, I'm mean. With exception to certain people. *smiles sweetly with a hint of mischief* AND Kakak! Oh my goodness, I know her laugh was a cross between a sheep and a horse's...but that day her laugh was especially bizarre. I said "Bha, cukup! Cukup! SUDAH! HAHAHAH" I was covering my face but still couldn't stop myself from laughing. Idiot. Haa. We laughed at a bunch of things that I can't remember..! Everyone was watching us and I think we spent almost an hour or was it more? ON LUNCH. And it was one of the best times I had! Hahahah! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING, KAK. Great people, good food, big laughs! Good times! :)) xDD :PP (It'll remain as one of my favourite moments) OH I can't wait till Wan comes back..! LOL I miss K-BOX :P Not forgetting, Mar, Ros, Han &amp;amp; Leo too :] Miss them! Desi...sigh. Where is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll continue this entry later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's getting late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And I have another two more papers tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Wish me luck? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have a good late night &amp;amp; early morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Toodles. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-8820244605789311687?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8820244605789311687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=8820244605789311687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8820244605789311687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8820244605789311687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/05/exam-week-part-1-weeehee.html' title='EXAM WEEK! (PART 1) WEEEHEE~'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-2029148026944267757</id><published>2010-05-08T17:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:25:57.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kadet polis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>Last week's event. Kadet Polis! *salutes*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Time for an update! Woot :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, the week has been much fun!!! I miss Police Cadet already :( Huhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Monday and Tuesday were rehearsals for the annual 40th anniversary for Police Day :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We marched at the Padang Kawad at Universiti Malaysia Sabah (UMS) under the scorching sun. Unsurprisingly, my face got sunburned. So yeah. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Being at school before sun rise, riding together on the police truck and singing songs along the way...with the wind blowing on our face :DD &amp;lt;3 Wished I had joined 'it' during my early years in highschool. Glad I still had a chance to participate though. My first actual experience on marching was last year during the Rakan Muda camp. Haha. It was humiliating being taught how to march...especially, when you're the eldest in the group. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Gah. Plus, PMS on the first day of camp and not bringing any 'supplies' was joy-killer and totally spoiling my mood. Haa. Nonetheless, I managed to have fun(thanks to my buddies :D) and unfortunately it was that time that THOSE STRANGE FEELINGS started to SHOW...regarding well, this certain individual. Sigh. Well, we won't go to that. AT least, not now. Heh. Okay, back to last week. On Wednesday, there was no practice or anything...It was our day-off, to rest before the BIG event. Jane &amp;amp; I went to school, while Beck &amp;amp; Bro were absent. Probably still worn-out from the marching drills. Grr. Everyone commented on how dark we have gotten. Hahaha. I remember US pigging out and talking about STUFF. There wasn't really any studying going on. We did oral during English(I mean, MUET hoho), Jane was being her old-ridiculous smiley self. Mei Yee, Jane &amp;amp; I were grouped together since the others of our team mates were M.I.A. I enjoyed our one-on-one discussion and we laughed ourselves silly! XD Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thursday, THE BIG DAY was here! Marching competition and what not...Sambutan Hari Kadet Polis Ke-40 @ Padang Sukses, UMS. Ohohoho. I think, I already mentioned this. Oh what the heck. :) We didn't win...:(( Sad. In fact, we lost before we even started. Our marching was PRETTY- so I heard from our spectators/viewers. You see, our marks were deducted because three people left the squad during static. Which involves standing straight and trying your best not to move or faint. Haa. Well, everything started to fall apart...when our marker(petanda) was on the verge of collapsing. Her body went jelly. Then, this other girl...Shamimi. Puked her guts out. Okay, dumped a massive pile of liquid on the ground. DX Unluckily, Becky was next to her. Well, Becky had issues with seeing sicknesses like that- she's pretty sensitive with that kind of stuff and uh ghosts too. So, it triggered her weakness-for-gross-things and made her fall to the ground. Sigh. So, that's what happened. They were all escorted out to rest under the shade. Well, what can you do? At least, we did our best. So, that all that matters! Too bad the stupid-ass police didn't saw that. Especially, that so-called coach of ours. Haa. He left right there and then- after seeing the chaos of our squad. And said, "Hancur, hancur...Klo da dapat number, call saya." Huh. All he wants is recognition! Damn it, I was the BIG FAT TARGET before the competition began. When we decided to practice some more. Constant criticism about 'this' and 'that'...He even commented on how I wore my TUDUNG(yes, we ALL wore it) It was my first time wearing it and somebody helped me put it on. I guess, it must have looked wrong. He said, "Pakai tudung pun tidak pandai kah??" and added "Bodoh, bebal" and sh*t like that. Eff him lah. Just because my name sounds like a Muslims' doesn't mean I am one! He was actually aiming us to get NO.3...I guess, we must have shattered his hopes huh? After we marched our proud-asses off, two more people went down. So, that sums up to 5 people that left the squad. Some came back. Which mattered little then. We already knew there was no chance in hell we were going to be ranked top 3. The result? Stella Marris won the big SHA-BANG! Congrats to them :) I like their victory song+dance. I think, St Francis Convent or was it SMP Second..? Shan Tao was third. Or was that the guys' category. Okay, I'm getting confused. Ha ha! Overall, it was greaaaaaaaat and I enjoyed the bitter-sweet experience. Bonded with the juniors and got to spend some quality time with my buddies! Too bad that we couldn't make it to the Art exhibition on Monday due to some misunderstanding / miscommunication / failure to communicate / no mutual understanding between peers. (Yes, I like to use lots of words that mean the same- helps me to brush up on mi language hihihahahuhu -.-") Then, Friday...we went to school received some more comments about our skin tones lol. It was Aina's birthday(classmate), we took pictures and mostly hung out. TGIF! Only two subjects for the day! :D Too bad. Someone was M.I.A due to her female issue. I was a little disappointed, but glad in a way. Don't mind me. I'm just being strange. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;All's well that ends well~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;PS. I HAVEN'T seen THAT INDIAN POLICE OFFICER SINCE OUR LAST ENCOUNTER. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;WHICH I HOPE WILL BE OUR LAST. GRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Edit : sorry for the late post, this was meant for last week. I'll post about the exam week next! It's this week. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-2029148026944267757?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2029148026944267757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=2029148026944267757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2029148026944267757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2029148026944267757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-for-update-woot-okay-week-has-been.html' title='Last week&apos;s event. Kadet Polis! *salutes*'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-321153579225945162</id><published>2010-04-25T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:45:41.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><title type='text'>Hey, look typography graphics! Haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S9ReoRPgzEI/AAAAAAAABgw/2Gk13-kcztQ/s1600/tumblr_l1bo76ZtK81qzfbflo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S9ReoRPgzEI/AAAAAAAABgw/2Gk13-kcztQ/s400/tumblr_l1bo76ZtK81qzfbflo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S9ReYBoICuI/AAAAAAAABgI/c7Ug3Z9QM1Q/s1600/tumblr_l0wjh6jzEG1qa1b7to1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="93" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S9ReYBoICuI/AAAAAAAABgI/c7Ug3Z9QM1Q/s400/tumblr_l0wjh6jzEG1qa1b7to1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S9ReWq288UI/AAAAAAAABgA/KQskVm911ds/s400/tumblr_l1bte1MZyH1qzfe84o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S9Ree26UuhI/AAAAAAAABgg/lpj_2F4m-iI/s1600/tumblr_l17apyTDwd1qahk24o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S9Ree26UuhI/AAAAAAAABgg/lpj_2F4m-iI/s400/tumblr_l17apyTDwd1qahk24o1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S9ReaNxZlwI/AAAAAAAABgQ/8GF-y3VTWXk/s400/tumblr_l1810ak5xB1qax7q2o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S9ReeUWGywI/AAAAAAAABgY/WxaMCUwSlFY/s400/tumblr_l189cdp2nT1qawg67o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S9ReuA380aI/AAAAAAAABg4/pHc8H7DOzJM/s400/tumblr_l1e13nyGWp1qa7oy5o1_500.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S9RekzQ6aII/AAAAAAAABgo/QIoJnAJqbYk/s1600/tumblr_l1dyhfhlCD1qayjx7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S9RekzQ6aII/AAAAAAAABgo/QIoJnAJqbYk/s400/tumblr_l1dyhfhlCD1qayjx7o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Pretty much sums up what's going on in my head, at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Like I haven't already blogged and type out the words out right? Haa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hope you find these typography to your liking. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;All taken from Tumblr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Later then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Gotta get my things ready for tomorrow's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Art exhibition &amp;amp; marching rehearsal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Both are at the same place! UMS!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ohoho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Too bad a certain someone won't be there. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good night :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-321153579225945162?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/321153579225945162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=321153579225945162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/321153579225945162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/321153579225945162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-look-typography-graphics-haha.html' title='Hey, look typography graphics! Haha.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S9ReoRPgzEI/AAAAAAAABgw/2Gk13-kcztQ/s72-c/tumblr_l1bo76ZtK81qzfbflo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-9195047704323933102</id><published>2010-04-25T22:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:17:32.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misunderstood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I talk of nonsense'/><title type='text'>I believe everyone has three lives ; a public life, a personal life and a secret life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tomorrow I have to be at school around 5.30AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And yet, here I am...on the computer, blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;What the heck is wrong with me?? Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So upon recent, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;a lot of people have been telling me to chill out and relax. I know, I should. It's for the best- without a doubt. I can't help it though if I'm a human being capable of expressing my emotions with outbursts of words. Sigh. Don't mind me, I'm just rambling as usual. I can be such a pessimistic and sarcastic person at times. Most of the time, I don't show it. I'm just a being; self-conflicted with feelings and mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;There's this big puzzle going on in my head that I'm trying to solve about a missing someone. A friend very dear to my heart who's been missing for almost a month from now. I am utterly in despair at the thought of not knowing where and how she's doing. Worried, terrified, aghast and whatever words that show the same kind of emotion! I've tried calling her many times as well as her other family members! Result? Na-da. I can't get through to any of them. Stupid female voicemail receiver. Eating up my credit like an all-you-can-eat buffet. Well, it's thanks to this social networking site too. If I hadn't seen all the comments left on her wall-page. I still would have been in the dark and thought that she was too busy studying or something. Sigh. I don't know what's worse...not knowing about her issue before this. Or after knowing about it, but still completely clueless of the details behind everything. Sigh. I just hope she's okay and doing well. May God bless her and her family and protect them all from any form of harm. It's disappointing and saddening to think how she's unwilling to share her current situation with her peers and the people who really do care about her. Although, I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason for what she's doing. I just hope everything is okay. (Oh please, let everything be okay...) There's still a lot of unfulfilled promises that we owe to each other. I hope things will clear out soon. Only God knows what's happening and how it will turn out. I'll definitely be keeping her in my prayers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;After typing all of that, my luckless romance seem to matter too little now. I'm being a major fool by texting this person when I should be avoiding all contact as necessary as possible. That's not the right way is it? I hate not telling this to anyone. All I can do is blog about private things that leave other people's minds wondering what's wrong with me. I'm a coward and I don't fight. I'm inexperienced; so I run and hide. I come out cold but I'm paranoid inside. I'm scared that if I do finally reveal this bizarre side of me than the torturing gazes of prejudice and judging will come. Not that, it's not already happening now. I'm worried that it might get worse. I am such a hypocrite that I'm too ignorant to realise it. Secrets are eating me from inside. I feel like I might die if I try to confess. At the same time, confessing and draining out all the dark secrets and coming out of the closet would be the most tempting act ever. Just imagine unloading years of burden and hidden information locked inside your head. I think, I might actually be a happier and more honest me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I miss her ever so much :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;f I do get to see her again, she'll be the first person I will share &lt;strike&gt;my secrets&lt;/strike&gt; with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;By the way, if communication was supposed to make everything better...&lt;br /&gt;Then, why do I feel like everything is just getting more difficult?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe I just think too much, that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Until then,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;hope you're doing much better than I am!&lt;b&gt; :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-9195047704323933102?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/9195047704323933102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=9195047704323933102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/9195047704323933102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/9195047704323933102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-believe-everyone-has-three-lives.html' title='I believe everyone has three lives ; a public life, a personal life and a secret life.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-4589930378826670174</id><published>2010-04-25T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:46:20.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tough week. grr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My last post was about the death  of my cat, Oki. :'[ Missing it dearly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's been a tough week and I survived through the bitter experience and grueling marching practices. As well as Saturday's MUET (Reading), (Writing) &amp;amp; (Listening). I managed to answer all the questions. I hadn't had enough time for the reading part(objective questions), I babbled my way through the essays(considering my blogging experiences) and the listening bit- I think I did a fairly okay job on it. There's still the Speaking Test left. Which will be two weeks from now. So, there's still time to make preparations and get some practice with the group. Which are Sham, Et, Bro &amp;amp; yours truly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Last week, we were busy with Police Cadet's marching practices. To be honest, I don't like the trainer much(police officer). He's only 21 years old(two years elder than us- form six) and has an ego the size of the country. Seriously, he's rude and looks down at Sabahans. (Eee! Mentang-mentang lah dari Semenanjung. Berlagak macam tahi!) He even says that Sabahans are idiots! It just gets on my nerves. Well, yeah he may be knowledgeable in his work field, has a cool &amp;amp; steady manner but his intention on training us doesn't seem to be genuine. I almost fainted so I raised my hand to be excused. He said I was weak and sh*t like that. Get over it, dude! I had class from 7 in the morning until 1.30PM. Then, I have to join your ridiculous training at 2PM until 5PM. F*ck, go ahead and say what you want. Damn it, I can take it. That was Tuesday. Somehow that little incident stayed in his head, I don't know why. To days after, same routine. I must have seem tired so I looked at some green scenery to lessen the fatigue. Then, he looks at me and says "Apasal ko, Farina? Kenapa mo pengsan?? Mo mampus???" That made me angry! Seriously, what the hell?! HAHA. What a total numbskull and asshole. Who does he think he is to be taking to someone like that?? Sure, he's someone of authority and power but that still doesn't give him the right to belittle me like that!! Thank goodness, I've gone through worst things than that. So, I was too immune and void of emotion to put up with his asshole-ness with sh*t happening around me. Cursing just proves how enraged I am. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, won't be long now until it ends, next Thursday is the Competition. We're going to compete against other squads from other schools at the UMS's field. Monday to Wednesday will be marching rehearsals. If we win, the policeman will bring us to the shooting range in Sipitang. Where we will get to hold real-life guns and shoot with live ammunition. I'm excited about going on that trip. I hope we'll do well in the competition, not wasting our efforts and hours of hard training! So, we'll be excuse from school the whole four days! The week after that will be exams! Sigh. Busy, busy, busy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;There's still some things I want to blog about, but time is of the essence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm trying hard to get over someone, it's difficult when that person's face seem to gleam so brightly. UGH. I should stop. Whenever I have strange thoughts about this person, I tell myself "Enough is enough. Get over it." Then, I look away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get up for Church in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-4589930378826670174?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4589930378826670174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=4589930378826670174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4589930378826670174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4589930378826670174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/04/tough-week-grr.html' title='tough week. grr'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-6305534993484837984</id><published>2010-04-20T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:18:31.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>R.I.P OKI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This is probably one of the worst days of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Waking up to the sound of the person that thinks 'all-your-friends-are-better-than-you'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Making you feel like you're never gonna amount to anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;but a worthless piece of sh*t &amp;amp; being reminded of it for every single f*cked-up day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Taking a bath; listening to the dogs barking at 'something' that you thought was nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Finding out &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;nothing &lt;/b&gt;you thought of was really &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and &lt;i&gt;not in a good way too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It turns out &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;'something'&lt;/span&gt; so happens to be one of the worst things that could happened to you. Strapped in only a towel as I went to fetch my undergarments ; in horror as I waited...of the events that were about to unravel in front of my very eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The barking sound- the cat meowing and hissing in defense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The aggressive beast in black that lived next-door to us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and the cat that my Sister gave me when it was still a kitten just before she left to return to her University. Everything fell into place ; I screamed and shouted at the dog to back off. I could see trickles of red substance on my kitty's fur. The dog seem agitated and started to bark insanely-louder ; becoming more aggressive. My darling cat crouched in defense with pointed-ears and all...against the amplified nuisance of that hideous creature. Oki then hid in a shrub, the dog went to chase after it, circling around the plant and following Oki's every move- making it entirely impossible to co-exist an escape route for my poor little feline. I yelled louder and more to refrain the worst from happening.Then, seconds later the dog had my cat in its mouth. Taking it by the stomach; and yanking it like a chew toy but with more force. I felt so helpless...all I could do was stare at the scene- knowing the pain that my cat went through. Not long after that, my mom saw me and heard the noise. She told me to get ready for school; that's when the waterworks started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I wasn't even sure I would make it to school, but I did- without being late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;No more warm greetings, purring, seeing you sleeping on the couch when I get home from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hearing you begged and meow for food when I've just fed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Having you followed me around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Having you meowing at my door to let you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Having you sleeping in front of the monitor and sometimes blocking the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Having you sleep on my lap as I used the computer or watching the tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Having you follow me when I go outside to hang the clothes, throw out the rubbish, go to the front door, the kitchen, bathroom, backyard, upstairs...and every other place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S82MVGvN2UI/AAAAAAAABeQ/aRTZUy0oAA8/s1600/OKI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S82MVGvN2UI/AAAAAAAABeQ/aRTZUy0oAA8/s400/OKI.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;No more you in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;May you forever rest in peace my dear precious feline-friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sure you are in a better place right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's been a painful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I wished you were still her to comfort me on a tough day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;XOXO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-6305534993484837984?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6305534993484837984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=6305534993484837984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6305534993484837984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6305534993484837984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/04/rip-oki.html' title='R.I.P OKI'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S82MVGvN2UI/AAAAAAAABeQ/aRTZUy0oAA8/s72-c/OKI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-6532265049223330380</id><published>2010-04-17T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:50:52.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>...the virgin suicides.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt; for the previous long-scary post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;I was surprised myself. -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I need to interact with people on a daily basis- more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://mrvertigo.free.fr/cinephile/uploaded_images/virgin-suicides-783047.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I was watching this today. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"The Virgin Suicides"&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;it's about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="info-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A group of male friends become obsessed with a group of mysterious  sisters who are sheltered by their strict, religious parents after one  of them commits suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="info-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt;copied and paste from &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://imbd.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;imbd.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;A unique portrayal of the end of innocence...transforming the pangs of adolescent infatuation into a gothic tale of unfulfilled desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://cdn.mos.totalfilm.com/images/v/virgin-suicides-800-75.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;These suicidal sisters end their lives one by one.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite tragical, but there's something beautiful about it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3441/3813046815_3b75a8e09f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3441/3813046815_3b75a8e09f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Okay, all these typing is making me hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;=O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-6532265049223330380?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6532265049223330380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=6532265049223330380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6532265049223330380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6532265049223330380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/04/sorry-for-previous-long-scary-post.html' title='...the virgin suicides.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3441/3813046815_3b75a8e09f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-4902499155278912731</id><published>2010-04-17T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:07:36.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubbish.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I talk of nonsense.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabah bha nie'/><title type='text'>"I just have a lot of issues." - Movie Quote from 'Mean Girls'.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, it's been one heck of a week!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's see...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I was praised by teachers for my work in Art class on the first two days. Yes, self-praise. How vain. Later, found a dead bird on my table after Art class on Tuesday.  Poor dead birdie. Some people said it flew into one of the five fans in our class. Beck and  Jane hung out at my house after-school with a ride that we hitched from  Ah Lok. Jane lay the poor thing on a shrubby-looking tree near my home. (Birds' eggs are laid in nests of trees. So it wouldn't be a bad idea if we discarded it there right?) I had another notion to bury it at my backyard but feared the dogs might dig it up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Wednesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The next day, suffered for coming to school a-minute-and-a-half late. My bag was confiscated and I couldn't enter class until after 12.15AM. I sat there waiting idly until my butt got sore- okay, not really. I read the articles of the Reader's Digest that my mum had subscribed to for the year. I even sneaked into class on the second period when Cg. Richard ask me to go to this other class to remind them about something. Before that, Pn. Lily- my BM teacher had me counting papers and did some moderate calculations. Cg. R also gave a lecture on 'punctuality' to some friends &amp;amp; I- last week. I think, it was on Tuesday. Bro, Jane &amp;amp; I were all late. Such a funny coincidence! Anyway,  @#$% these rigid school rules. Did you know that the prefects have to check  our pockets after recess too? Macam lah orang maw seludup dadah @ brgn b'senjata api. Ish ish ish. Kin stress sja. Haha. There's some perks to it too, gives us something more to talk about. Hahaha. Okay, where am I now? I'm not even done with thrashing about Weds. After recess, they made an announcement for all the police cadet members to gather in front of the staff room. I wouldn't have been bothered with this if I was in class with the others, but since I was already downstairs- being punished. So, I thought I checked on what was up. Well, turns out a Police Officer was coming over to our school that day for whatever reason he had. And all of us were to be there in half-uniforms. Tough luck, we didn't bring any clothes to change to. Told the others after 12.15pm, in History class. Hahaha. Okay, this post is getting a bit too lengthy huh? Skip some and there. Went for duty at the library then was called on intercom for the cadets to gather together. Blah blah blah. We ended up marching in our skirts@school uniforms. Ugh. Not a good day. And blah blah blah some more. Turns out- again, we were preparing and will be having marching practices to compete against other schools. Holy cow. Didn't see that one coming! My brain froze for a moment, thinking how we were going to 'juggle'(lol- there's a story behind this word) this with our MUET, exams and art project dates coming to a close. Good gracious. I even laughed silly in front of my peers about the monstrosity of the strings of event. Okay, enough of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Moving on to &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, teacher  didn't come in for General Studies class. I got started on re-doing my  scribbled History notes for a file-inspection. Soon after, we  were asked to head to another class for our co-curriculum activity. Upon arrival, we  were divided into groups on fives and sixes- mixed with some juniors too. Each of us were handed a  sheet of paper containing two Malay crossword-puzzles. Halfway through finishing it, we heard  an announcement calling for all the police cadets. It was time for our morning marching practice at 9AM until 11AM. We learnt some new command taught by the Police Officer- who was also kind enough to let us all go free 10 minutes early! We rested in the canteen to cool off and then stopped in our tracks while we were just about to climb up the stairs. Saw Et &amp;amp; Sham- they were heading to the loo. Decided to join them. Except for Becky who went up by herself. When the other five of us had gone up, Madam Janet was already in. Luckily, she didn't brief a word about our timing. She too- looked as though she just got there. Stood up- breathing heavier than usual. Okay, blah blah blah. MUET was slightly unbearable. Candy wasn't doing much help. My mind started to wander away from the lesson. Blame fatigue. Changed our clothes after that, before History class began. Teacher was in when Beck &amp;amp; I got there. Waiting for us- felt kind of embarrassed for holding up the class. I felt my face heating up from someone's warm-lovely gaze. *coughs* Went home with Elvy and my faithful trios after BM. Which was at 3.10pm. We had class in the air-conditioned room. Brr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Then, there's &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Friday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or also known as yesterday! Let's see, it was raining a little. I wasn't late. Teacher wasn't in. Spent our leisure time, chilling while trying to do some MUET work left by Madam. Had cocum for our uniform group, police cadet with Lina Dang. Hahaha. ET was asked to explain some things a.k.a teach us about the commands and cadet stuff. Hahaha. We kept calling her teacher and Beck was being a huge teaser. :D It ended with us singing the new police cadet song. It was fun. :)) LD was being insensible with wanting us to march with so little of us in the pouring rain. Some junior spoke out against the idea. Thank goodness. Et was itching to leave the meeting- LD let us off because some students were waiting outside to get in their class(we were using theirs foe the meeting). Ate with the form six gang, Bro &amp;amp; I went for toilet-break afterward. The others went up- we thought they were, anyway. Bro &amp;amp; I were about to head upstairs ourselves. When we saw Et accompanied by Beck &amp;amp; Jane retreating to the loo. Figures, Et was trying to avoid the prefects- fear of getting caught for her long fringe. We waited outside the loo, I signaled them over when the coast was clear. Got stuck in another route, went the long way. Tried to avoid it, useless. Et finally put a hair clip on and problem solve. Hahaha. We went through all that trouble for nothing. Hahaha. I guess, it's good to have a bit of exercise after meals. I was interrogated for wearing black socks, I explained that it was for the police cadet marching practice. Which was true, we had to wear them for it- bu it wasn't necessary or crucial for training. Haha. The prefect just said "Oh...". :p It was a free period so we basically hung out and made ourselves at home- I took snapshots and recorded videos of my comrades. Hahaha. Mostly candid ones. Some were very comical shots and others were smiley faces. :-) MUET was up next. We scattered around when Madam got there. Chairs were moving- making these dragging and creaking sounds. The lesson was okay. Madam made some of us read aloud the English passages. Bro and Jane became known targets for their obvious drowsiness. Then, she stopped to correct the pronunciations and intonation. Blah blah blah. Complaint about the way we read and whatever. Seeming worried and angry, at the same time. Even tempered with the teachings as well. She was assigned to teach us the Listening and Reading papers only. Whereas, Teacher Dorothy were in charge of our Speaking &amp;amp; Writing classes. I guess, she was trying to be helpful in a way, but it came out kind of self-centered . I just think she likes to talk. Well, the personalities of a Teacher does not matter as much as the knowledge that she/he's has to share with you. Actually, planned to go for ABC with the gang. There was some difficulty, so I guess some other time I supposed. :/ Elvy's mum picked her up. While Bro &amp;amp; I had to do our report on the Info Hunt thing at the library. Plus, the four of us had marching practice at 2pm. Et knew of our busy schedule so she too backed out and went home with Elvy &amp;amp; Sham. :( She doesn't have her Hockey training, said something about getting a haircut. Haha. Can't wait, wonder how it'll look on Monday. x) Sang some songs in class with Becky. Lagu-lagu Justin Bieber, Tong Hua, JJ - Down...Hahaha! Stress bha urg namau join kawad tp t'paksa! Lgpun, exam pun dkat da...Ish, takut fail!! Haih.. x[ Bro was sleeping through my grieving process. MUET really tires her out. Skip, skip. Lib- did report...type type type. Bro finished it off with the names of the participants. While, I went to organize the much neglected books at the 4 back rows of the bookshelves. Time just whizzed past us. It was like 20 minutes until 2pm. We hurried down to change into our cadet half-uniforms. Shirt- tucked in, pants, shoes, hair in a bun and wearing name tags. Emptying out our bowels too, of course. Blah blah blah. They were calling for us already and we were still in the loo- getting ready. Went to the canteen, bought a burger. Yum. I devoured it sloppily. Getting ketchup on the corners of my lips. I am a disgusting child. Hahaha. Okay, the officer was there waiting already. Well, in his car. Checking up on us. Gaah. We scurried over when we were yelled to form in rows of threes. I was in the middle. :) Which is good so mistakes-made won't seem that obvious. Hilda, our squad leader- a junior but a first year like me. Stumbled on her lines a little when she was giving out commands to the squad or platoon. Our sergeant, should be either ET or this other form five girl, Liyana. Unfortunately, both were too busy to handle it. ET's busy with hockey training. While, Lyn and most of the experienced members are preoccupied with Hand Ball@Bola Baling practices. Hahaha. So, that leaves us leader-less and we have to start from scratch. Blah blah blah. Learnt a few more moves. Slow walk. The only form six students participating are the four of us. Jane, Bro, beck &amp;amp; I. We went home together in our cadet police shirts. And received a lot of responses from strangers! Hahaha. I guess, four young ladies walking together with cadet shirts on can attract attention huh? Okay, that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wow, just look at the length of this post! Haha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I set another new record. xD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you've read through all of this, I salute you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Over and out.&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/149595551987268960-4902499155278912731?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4902499155278912731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=4902499155278912731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4902499155278912731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4902499155278912731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-have-lot-of-issues-movie-quote.html' title='&quot;I just have a lot of issues.&quot; - Movie Quote from &apos;Mean Girls&apos;.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-7819071396455097948</id><published>2010-04-15T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:51:13.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphics'/><title type='text'>Say 'yes' to typograhy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HEY AGAIN :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I tried typing about the events going on in my life, but it turned out to be too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Long posts tend to lose its meaning and end up being boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I'm going to post some typography @ graphics instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S8cBkvtRSNI/AAAAAAAABcA/5VqDvLbyGak/s400/tumblr_l0wrl5WZ3l1qaqsoco1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S8cBrxNOIII/AAAAAAAABcY/CuQXtX6avCY/s400/tumblr_ky3el6WSW51qzzxppo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S8cBpPt4UEI/AAAAAAAABcI/mGKlUTHPVXg/s400/tumblr_l0w8kcZCEf1qzjggvo1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S8cBrfXh48I/AAAAAAAABcQ/tUDtrTCZCWY/s400/tumblr_l0r81uLU3V1qa6w0to1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;(4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S8cBwffs6SI/AAAAAAAABcg/2fzM2WPFsF0/s400/tumblr_l0ni7oEQdY1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(1) &amp;amp; (5) are basically something I have to practice more @ daily necessities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;While (2), (3) &amp;amp; (4) are rather personal notes regarding a certain individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Alright, I'm off to find some Glee's soundtrack now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm such an absolute fan of that phenomenal show &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll try to summarize my days better next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hope you enjoy the graphics :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for the read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-7819071396455097948?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7819071396455097948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=7819071396455097948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7819071396455097948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7819071396455097948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/04/typograhy.html' title='Say &apos;yes&apos; to typograhy!'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S8cBkvtRSNI/AAAAAAAABcA/5VqDvLbyGak/s72-c/tumblr_l0wrl5WZ3l1qaqsoco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-9056368231862020750</id><published>2010-04-12T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:05:13.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabah bha nie'/><title type='text'>Live, laugh, love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;currently ; printing  stuff for an art assignment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; it's on 'Gasing'...barely put  in any effort.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;GAHH. Tomorrow's Monday. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, went to Church today. I enjoyed today's RCIA's session. Sister Theresa conducted it because Miss Madeleine was away. :))&amp;nbsp; Too bad Maxine(RCIA friend) went to NS. I was really starting to enjoy her company. There was another new member too. A young lady from Sarawak. Friendly person. I didn't buy any foolscape or snacks. Had ice cream though. :p Why? I was alone- my parents and nephew went to the Orchard. And I didn't have much cash on me. Besides, I still have some of the stuff left. Okay, I was lazy too and the sun was melting my face. Yes, &lt;i&gt;muchly&lt;/i&gt; exaggerated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mmm. What else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh yeah, I miss going for after school snacks with the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And taking pictures of them using my crappy quality yet totally grateful that I-even-have-one phone. I miss seeing them posing for the camera and snapping some hideous candid sometimes comes out looking cool shots. Haha. I should post some photos on Facebook SOON! I've been meaning to but sometimes I get down looking at the pics because of the low quality of it. So I use &lt;a href="http://www.improveyourimages.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; to improve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pisang Hijau, Roti Canai &amp;amp; ABC! Hahaha. Saya rindu gila maw p makan ni benda ramai2~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Harap-harap lah dapat jalan minggu depan. Huhuhu~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Maw lepaskan stres sebelum exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUET - 24TH APRIL!&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PP (1) - AWAL BULAN MAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hopefully, kali nie bleh lulus lah semua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Matai nnt anak urg klo result 'hangkang'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh ya, sa x jadi tgo movie di pc semalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Entah. Mengantuk sudah. Minggu depan lah kali, banyak lagi yang sa blum tgo tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ok, tidur dlu~ nnt lambat bangun abis kena bising lagi. urggh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Trimas sbb sudi membaca. Wakaka! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nehh. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S8HqUvRYwjI/AAAAAAAABbY/hEkbonKVAm4/s1600/tumblr_l01eu025sN1qazko2o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S8HqUvRYwjI/AAAAAAAABbY/hEkbonKVAm4/s320/tumblr_l01eu025sN1qazko2o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Bha, good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;1 minit lagi jam 1pagi nie~ hohoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-9056368231862020750?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/9056368231862020750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=9056368231862020750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/9056368231862020750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/9056368231862020750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/04/currently-printing-stuff-for-art.html' title='Live, laugh, love.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S8HqX9B7mFI/AAAAAAAABbg/U10n1LObftw/s72-c/tumblr_ktu9uzAYWz1qzr7ibo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-2243108348894398281</id><published>2010-04-10T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:49:31.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphics'/><title type='text'>Graphic post ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: small;"&gt;These graphics are some that I could relate to.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the delay, loves.&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/149595551987268960-2243108348894398281?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2243108348894398281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=2243108348894398281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2243108348894398281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2243108348894398281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/04/graphic-post.html' title='Graphic post ;)'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S8ByLfy-40I/AAAAAAAABaQ/oklEbLyG1bA/s72-c/tumblr_kzl41gwV8Q1qzx5i0o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-1528861897228879648</id><published>2010-04-10T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:38:25.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>Saturday Nite, feeling alright?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Alright, It's a Saturday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am not going to mop around pathetically like some silly-hopeless heartbroken teenage girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Even if, I may feel like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S8BclekeD2I/AAAAAAAABZg/sIF-yU-BLxg/s1600/jennifers_body_ver2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S8BclekeD2I/AAAAAAAABZg/sIF-yU-BLxg/s320/jennifers_body_ver2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So, I watched this today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Very much what you would have expected from a Megan Fox's movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, apart from the backstabbing and Jennifer being a total b*tch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The grueling scenes were awesome and I actually cried when Chip died. :'[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;OH Amanda Seyfried is so gorgeous btw. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The  movie soundtrack was filled with some of my favourite songs too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Florence  and the Machine - 'A Kiss With A Fist'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Weezer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; -  (If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Black Kids - I'm Not Gonna Teach You How To Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Just  to name a few... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents just got home and I've cooked rice, boiled water, did the dishes and laundry too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I have to get started with a very important art assignment later.&lt;br /&gt;Buy more foolscap papers, the one I bought barely lasted a month &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks to a certain someone who keeps asking for/taking mine. Huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Buy snacks for next week. You know, just some confectioneries :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I need to increase my sugar levels to beat Mondays &amp;amp; drowsiness during the afternoons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;MUET is on the 24th of April! I need to do get loads of practice in everything!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, cool it. Planning to watch another movie later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's called '(500) Days of Summer'. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-1528861897228879648?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1528861897228879648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=1528861897228879648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/1528861897228879648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/1528861897228879648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/04/sat-nite.html' title='Saturday Nite, feeling alright?'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S8BclekeD2I/AAAAAAAABZg/sIF-yU-BLxg/s72-c/jennifers_body_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-4484075488701821426</id><published>2010-04-10T18:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:03:48.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're too young to be this empty girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hey, bloggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I failed in fulfilling my promise that I would post photos in the last entry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm really sorry about that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So, of late- I've been feeling very shitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Do excuse the curse word. Sigh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Everything isn't okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I feel so hopeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And I'm too lame and logical to actually hurt myself over this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Honestly, I need to start opening up to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;OR THIS FEELING WILL CONSUME ME.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In class, today, on the last period, I had the sudden urge to burst into tears...but as usually I contained myself and bottle it up like I always do. I guess, I'm just that kind of girl who bottles up everything and breakdowns at some random moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I wished I could snap out of this misery at any given time, but it's difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Having to suppress these feelings and numbing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Then, realizing I have no control over anything at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I have problems with sincerity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; I care too much about what others think;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;without realizing when I keep quiet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;everyone will stop caring about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And to complete the day with red cherries on top,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm home alone and I &lt;strike&gt;fucking&lt;/strike&gt; miss everybody. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Plus, the only texts I seem to be getting are advertisements.- FML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Lesson I have yet to learn :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Never indulge in bad habits, because they will eventually influence your life in an unhealthy or negative way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-4484075488701821426?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4484075488701821426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=4484075488701821426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4484075488701821426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4484075488701821426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-too-young-to-be-this-empty-girl.html' title='You&apos;re too young to be this empty girl.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-2400696686651800225</id><published>2010-04-04T18:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:52:43.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I talk of nonsense.'/><title type='text'>Hey, wassup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;It's been a while since my last post :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Weeks have passed, I've gotten over the fact that I've been yearning for that someone.My comrades have helped me realized ; what's important and what is not that significant. Sigh. Yes, my soul has calmed down a bit. I'm learning to let go and get over the fact that you will never be mine. So, readers? Let's keep this unknown secret between us okay. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I still care a great deal towards that wonderful human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I just refused to admit this tiny detail to anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sure some of my friends probably may have discovered this odd ordeal of mine. Although, because of the gender issues and my lack of romantic experiences. They have probably thought of otherwise. Which is a huge relief- I don't want others knowing about this thing or having a rumor spreading like wildfire burning the woods. Not that I am infatuated with that person or anything. I just ridiculously admire that 'being'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;othing less and nothing more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, I'm putting an end to this discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Not that anyone really gets it really. (&lt;strike&gt;because I've never really told them&lt;/strike&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's just some &lt;strike&gt;writing&lt;/strike&gt; or should I say 'typing'-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;okay, the appropriate word would be &lt;b&gt;blogging therapy&lt;/b&gt; for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Moving on,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;school's been somewhat too fast and other times moving so unbearable slow for me. Fast- as in, I keep wasting my time- hardly realizing how precious it is...on silly things I never learn(Okay, those phrases are from a Paramore's song)&amp;nbsp; Then, there's the slow part. You know, that scene where everything is moving extra slow that you just wished there was a fast-forward to it? So that, you could get on with the other stuff. Figuratively speaking, my brain's turning to mush as I'm waiting for things to make sense. Ugh. Not that I am making much sense now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Alright-y, what else is new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be staying back after school for a whole week- starting on Monday which is tomorrow. Darn it, I've already thought about grabbing some after-school lunch with a dear old friend. I guess, that can wait. Oh yeah, why am I doing and making such efforts? I don't really have a clue. Silly right? Okay, I should stop being such a ditz to you darling readers and let you know that I am busy with librarians' activities at the...well- school's library, of course. I'm just following the head student librarian's orders a.k.a Becky Mojindul :D Haha! Hmm. Browor &amp;amp; I have a little activity planned out for the students in the evening session too. It's called "Info Hunt", whereby the students or little critters shall compete with each other in a contest. How do you ask? By simply answering a piece of paper containing questions that they can find the answers to located within the walls of the school's library. The answers are mostly a bunch of information that are put as decorations around. Some are serial codes or the publishers' name on books. So, we have to double check and make sure the book is still there or else...well, nobody can find it. And they are given limited amount of time to answer these questions. So, the more you are to get the answers right the more likely you are to win. Prizes? Well, that's the head librarian teacher to sort out. We're just a bunch of noisy upper six students who so happens to hold so-called titles in the school library. Some extra hands to carry out a school activity and make ourselves look busy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Wow, I went overboard with the rants yet again. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;One last thing(or not :p)&lt;/span&gt;, I deleted my twitter account due to the unbelievable annoyance I've gotten off it. Made another one, just to realize I liked my old username better. Plus, I miss-spelled it. Which is stupid of me. To add more of my foolishness, I was too tired and lazy to care to re-follow people. I just lamely followed some news sites reporting- I mean, tweet-ing on the daily happenings of the world - locally &amp;amp; internationally. I haven't opened the acc since. -.-" This is best, I guess. Or might be a tiny loss on my behalf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This next thing, I swear you are going to laugh at me or maybe wonder why and whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I re-made / re-kindred with an old kiddy site that my sis &amp;amp; I used to adore. Ahaha. Ever heard of Neopets? I honestly think I am going backwards instead of growing up. Gah, how old am I again? Over the age of 18?? Ahahahaha! Doesn't seem so. Oh well, I just had the sudden urge to play it. So, I did! XD So, scored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mmm.&lt;/span&gt; I've gotten a bit bored with Tumblr by the way. Recently, the posts doesn't really seem that inspiring to me. Bahhh. And the westernize view with the ghetto vibe really puts in a position where I can't say much. Frankly, my dear. I just don't give a damn. That's why. Then, there's the whole followers thing. Which I completely understand. A bit strange and a teeny-weeny creepy to say the least. I have 140 followers, which I am grateful for. No, I don't interact with them often but they know they matter. At least, I think and hope they do. The un-following and losing followers and then gaining them back. Ugh. What the heck? Well, it's much better than the stupid 'tumblarity' which indicates how popular your tumblr site is. Thank goodness, the person who created the site got rid of it. Stupid popularity contest will be the death of us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Alright, my rant ends here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I think, I'll post some photos I snatched from Tumblr(&amp;amp; others too) later on.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appreciate the read!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hope you are doing better than me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-2400696686651800225?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2400696686651800225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=2400696686651800225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2400696686651800225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2400696686651800225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-wassup.html' title='Hey, wassup?'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-5177964434737315003</id><published>2010-03-25T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:52:18.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-reminder'/><title type='text'>Self-reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Indulging in worldly pleasures&lt;/span&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and absolutely forgetting about your spiritual needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Boundaries need to be set ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;contain yourself and think things thoroughly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Happiness is just a state of feeling ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;you may think you need materialistic objects to fulfill you life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Actually, you don't ;&lt;br /&gt;all you need is to live an honest life&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; loving your loved ones that are in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sacrifice and give ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;be content with your life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;as they are always people who have it much worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Let go and be free ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;from all your doubts, fears and worries of tomorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cleanse your soul ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;pray and give thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; soon you'll feel better once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find;  knock, and it shall be opened unto you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;8  &lt;/b&gt;For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and  to him that knocketh it shall be opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;  Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give  him a stone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;  Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;  If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your  children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good  things to them that ask him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew  7:7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-5177964434737315003?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5177964434737315003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=5177964434737315003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/5177964434737315003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/5177964434737315003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/03/self-reminder.html' title='Self-reminder'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-7862224038409548330</id><published>2010-03-25T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:57:35.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;wonderful person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; that I haven't seen in awhile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How do you make me miss you so much?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do I have this pinching feeling ; aching, in the pit of my stomach.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How do you make me feel so happy and then so empty?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do I create illusions and choose to get blinded by them?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why can't I helped but to mention your name in every sentence that I make?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why are my thoughts always seemed to wander towards you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; as 'the subject' of my every conversation?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How do I stop feeling this way?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How do I even begin to explain myself to anyone?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why did I have to fall for you? Why couldn't it be someone else?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; It pains me too much to think about you and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;how I don't have the guts to discuss this with anyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is not right and I should get over you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but it's hard when all I can think about is you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-7862224038409548330?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7862224038409548330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=7862224038409548330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7862224038409548330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/7862224038409548330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-wonderful-person-that-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-1361748629706372685</id><published>2010-03-25T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:34:47.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misunderstood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><title type='text'>You don't know me ; please stop acting like you do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You read me like you know me so well ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How much time have you spent with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How much do you actually know of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The world is vain and so are you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dwell in your games as you always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Live your life &amp;amp; I'll live mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Stop treating me like you know me so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Judge as you do like everyone does ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(yes, that includes me too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Have you spent a second in my shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Felt the way that I have? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh please, don't play that card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You sick control-freak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(I know, harsh- Sorry, I'm just pissed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sick of your false pretentious act,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How you manipulate others ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; into thinking you're something that you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quite your hasslin' and your stalking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Saying people complain and yet you complain about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Can't you see? How fabricated your justification truly is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see, you're such an offense to others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone's a sinner, don't act like you're not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm dealing with my life so don't interfere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You live yours &amp;amp; I'll live mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;What's left to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing - that's what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Misunderstandings are one of the worst things to deal with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; dear anonymous you used "you're" in the wrong context. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Your love life is lovely &amp;amp; mine is not ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; don't blame others for how they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That's like blaming God for creating people in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If you can't take the heat ; get out of the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; that ALL took me less than 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I should get pissed off more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Righttt. *sarcasm noted please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-1361748629706372685?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1361748629706372685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=1361748629706372685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/1361748629706372685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/1361748629706372685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-dont-know-me-please-stop-acting.html' title='You don&apos;t know me ; please stop acting like you do.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-610742744058825605</id><published>2010-03-20T14:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:04:23.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I have a lot on mind actually ; but I just can't seem to put it into words. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, I'll &lt;b&gt;post pictures of my recent internet activities&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;instead&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S6RtFZ8l31I/AAAAAAAABZY/-f-HlpTR5gE/s400/untitled.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Twitter got overloaded. That was a first(for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened last week, I think. Haa. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S6Rsy3AebSI/AAAAAAAABYw/BeXvCc4bN2M/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh yeah, I reached &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;120 followers&lt;/span&gt; today! &lt;b&gt;Whoopee~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt; I have no life, obviously.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S6RtBp806BI/AAAAAAAABZI/wh1Z9pThwWk/s1600-h/mcrsitepic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S6RtDoXn6cI/AAAAAAAABZQ/QDppr9dbUZM/s400/headphones_sm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S6RtBp806BI/AAAAAAAABZI/wh1Z9pThwWk/s1600-h/mcrsitepic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S6RtBp806BI/AAAAAAAABZI/wh1Z9pThwWk/s400/mcrsitepic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S6Rs0YL2OfI/AAAAAAAABY4/jsxx_Qr0FqU/s1600-h/rayandg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S6Rs0YL2OfI/AAAAAAAABY4/jsxx_Qr0FqU/s400/rayandg.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I miss "My Chemical Romance"- my all time favourite band!&lt;br /&gt;So, I stalked their site and found these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;They're still working on some songs in their studio.&lt;br /&gt;The last three photos are proofs, taken by Frankie Iero, himself.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea that he liked taking photographs. Did I mentioned, &lt;br /&gt;he and his wife are having twins? No? 'Cause they are! Major kudos. &lt;br /&gt;Wow, I forgot that he was married. Damn. Haha. Gerard Way's &lt;br /&gt;wasn't feeling well for some point- had to cancel shows to relieve &lt;br /&gt;his aching-throat due to his drinking and smoking. :/ Poor dude.&lt;br /&gt;Wish them all the best! And please, hurry up and release a new single&lt;br /&gt;or something. I'm having ants in pants! =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S6RtADsHvRI/AAAAAAAABZA/BaHZP_MLwmQ/s1600-h/gerard_spin_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S6RtADsHvRI/AAAAAAAABZA/BaHZP_MLwmQ/s400/gerard_spin_0.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gerard Arthur Way&lt;/b&gt; spotted on the &lt;i&gt;SPIN Magazine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;, recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I still adore him! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;OK, BYE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-610742744058825605?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/610742744058825605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=610742744058825605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/610742744058825605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/610742744058825605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S6RtFZ8l31I/AAAAAAAABZY/-f-HlpTR5gE/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-8438491895830853923</id><published>2010-03-18T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:00:16.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New post for a new layout. :0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hello to the web of site that never sleeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, I just made that up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My gosh, I am so worn out now but am absolutely contented and at peace with life right now. I do not know the reasons. Okay, I think I might though. I just feel like staying in this moment forever. &lt;b&gt;*yawns*&lt;/b&gt; Yes, I'm tired. It's not that I don't want to go to bed. It's just that I'm waiting up for my Dad to come home. He's out- drinking, I supposed. My mom and nephew are asleep in the room. So, that leaves me here- alone, in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Yeah, did anyone noticed the changes I made to my layout? &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Hihi.&lt;/span&gt; Is it alright? The old one was too plain and I was getting tired of seeing the same layout- again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, that's why I changed it. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also added a '&lt;b&gt;chatting box&lt;/b&gt;', if any of you lovely lots would be so kind as to &lt;i&gt;comment &lt;/i&gt;this unworthy blog of mine or just to &lt;b&gt;say 'hey'&lt;/b&gt;. :) Anyway, I hope you like these changes 'cause I know I do! :D Yes, how vain of me to admit that. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Tee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Um. Alright, I have been pretty down lately actually. It's because of numerous of things that's been going on ; that unfortunately, involves a very BIG part of my schooling life. I don't want to dwell on that thought any further ; fear that it might return to haunt me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am reminded of the feeling of 'being in love' and the wonderful idea of it. Oh, how I missed it so! Only God knows, how many times I felt like a walking corpse for these past weeks. Lifeless and uninspiring ; even my friends were catching on with my negative vibe. Depression can be contagious and hazardous to our being ; agree or die. Right, to be honest, the exams have put me into such a downer. As well as some other unfathomable things that I've been having a hard time with. Such as, my social life and the personal issues I have with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Text-ing and just talking with people made me feel a whole lot better. Thank you, lovers. You know who you are. :) Not to mentioned, babysitting and just spending time with the family. Darn it, I wished I was this grateful, always. And of course, God Almighty for everything He has blessed me with. Plus, the good and the bad experiences that make up life- itself. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, please help me stay strong and guide my soul on the right path.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On a different note :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be heading to school tomorrow! Becky, Broworlleika, Janeffer(maybe), Itti and I are going to some tidying up at the school's library. E.g., organizing some books into their shelves, re-wrap the tattered plastic of book covers, sweep the floor and maybe do some renovation like moving the furniture. I'm looking forward to eating some Roti Canai, after the ordeal. Which, I've been having cravings for since the week begun. :) Oh, I want to watch 'Remember Me' too! Hopefully, that will happen soon. And I have barely progressed on this book, entitled, 'Wuthering Heights' by Emily Bronte. I find it quite difficult to process the overly-formal vocabularies and the Old English culture that comes with it. I'm not that familiar with this reading this style of book and am just too plain-lazy to look up unknown words in the dictionary; electronically or manually. I've been like that for quite some time now, should probably change this habit and make myself more useful. Or else it might affect me in the long run, i.e, not something I would want to happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, Dad is &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm about to drift off to dreamland for any waking minute now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-8438491895830853923?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8438491895830853923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=8438491895830853923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8438491895830853923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8438491895830853923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-post-for-new-layout-d.html' title='New post for a new layout. :0'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-966520113397449061</id><published>2010-03-17T00:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:33:24.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 WAYS TO COPE WITH STRESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Found this lovely graphic on tumblr.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S5-dqReINDI/AAAAAAAABYY/ZgxY06S4DEw/s1600-h/tumblr_kzbwxouIkC1qzk4ruo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S5-dqReINDI/AAAAAAAABYY/ZgxY06S4DEw/s400/tumblr_kzbwxouIkC1qzk4ruo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449247423711425586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;print this&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stick it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/149595551987268960-966520113397449061?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/966520113397449061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=966520113397449061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/966520113397449061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/966520113397449061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/03/50-ways-to-cope-with-stress.html' title='50 WAYS TO COPE WITH STRESS!'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S5-dqReINDI/AAAAAAAABYY/ZgxY06S4DEw/s72-c/tumblr_kzbwxouIkC1qzk4ruo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-8293881836683978451</id><published>2010-03-16T22:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:33:42.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's alright. ;]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S5-u6jA6QvI/AAAAAAAABYg/KDBBV4ruNg0/s1600-h/Paul+Octavioius_2_Design+Crush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S5-u6jA6QvI/AAAAAAAABYg/KDBBV4ruNg0/s400/Paul+Octavioius_2_Design+Crush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449266394996294386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Sat beside ET today. Sham didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wasn't&lt;/span&gt; planning to sit with her at all. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Practically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begged&lt;/span&gt; that I would.&lt;br /&gt;Flashing her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sad puppy face&lt;/span&gt; at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HA HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the guy who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sits&lt;/span&gt; next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Took over&lt;/span&gt; my place &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; I had the chance to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;move&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeez.&lt;/span&gt; So, didn't really have any choice now.&lt;br /&gt;I moved to sit with Browor during PP(the last period).&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take any of her&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(et)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wise-cracks anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;She kept bothering me,&lt;br /&gt;saying how&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what the heck teacher was teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;telling me to raise my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;over &amp;amp; over &amp;amp; over again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finger-poking&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pengacau punya budak.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HA HA HA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not even taking the subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi syok juga lah haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got held back at the library, after school.&lt;br /&gt;It's looking a whole lot better now.&lt;br /&gt;The UMS students did a pretty good job :)&lt;br /&gt;on renovating it!&lt;br /&gt;Bro &amp;amp; I went to the loo afterward.&lt;br /&gt;Taking our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leisure&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;The others were already &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; outside.&lt;br /&gt;Elvy &amp;amp; Et made silly gestures&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;they were thanking God that we finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A bunch funny-sarcastic lots.&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;Oh, turns out we didn't have roti canai after all. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit disappointed, but it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL GOOD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; hungry, so had some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt; meals &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ET was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in a rush&lt;/span&gt;, she had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hockey &lt;/span&gt;practice later.&lt;br /&gt;After eating, she left with her hockey mates.&lt;br /&gt;They're practicing for a tournament.&lt;br /&gt;I was the first one to clean my plate.&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't eaten since morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canteen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crowded&lt;/span&gt; that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Giant, after that.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; bought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snacks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane, Elvy &amp;amp; Beck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Except &lt;/span&gt;for Bro, she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt; early.&lt;br /&gt;Her Sis was waiting for her.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;also &lt;/span&gt;bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ice cream &amp;amp; marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rode&lt;/span&gt; the bus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Failed&lt;/span&gt; miserably at an attempt to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;'Wuthering Heights'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listened&lt;/span&gt; to music &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; fell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woke up,&lt;/span&gt; Nat &amp;amp; I were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fell asleep&lt;/span&gt; on the couch, this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Computer&lt;/span&gt;- Nat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watched&lt;/span&gt; his shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fed him &amp;amp; changed his clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fell asleep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; still&lt;/span&gt; sleeping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I flipped &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the channels.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;recalled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BM teacher&lt;/span&gt; said in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;class&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Channel 303&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KBSW&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Master of Study"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;interesting Korean drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;educational&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt; me, it was just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; about&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Watched it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; vainly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;editing&lt;/span&gt; some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my phone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three or four times&lt;/span&gt; watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:'{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;one of the character's&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After an hour&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ended&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S5-u7Khd5KI/AAAAAAAABYo/Larogdn7f8Q/s1600-h/1262655168_master-of-study-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S5-u7Khd5KI/AAAAAAAABYo/Larogdn7f8Q/s400/1262655168_master-of-study-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449266405601830050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, off I go.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the read! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-8293881836683978451?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8293881836683978451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=8293881836683978451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8293881836683978451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8293881836683978451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/03/tuesdays-alright.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s alright. ;]'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S5-u6jA6QvI/AAAAAAAABYg/KDBBV4ruNg0/s72-c/Paul+Octavioius_2_Design+Crush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-9020891704341234044</id><published>2010-03-15T20:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:01:00.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubbish.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>Monday blues :(</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a hard time sorting out my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been going on, exams, marching, outings and blah blah blah. :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have actually tried blogging about it last week...&lt;br /&gt;but haven't gotten around to posting it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's saved it the draft. 3 long entries to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having classes for these three days.&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;The class is planning to go on a trip- location still undecided.&lt;br /&gt;Paintball is canceled :( due to the sudden high pricing.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks, I was really looking forward to it too D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our BM(K1) &amp;amp; SEJ ASIA today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As predicted I flunked both. Serves me rightttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ET &amp;amp; I got the same scores for SEJ ASIA. =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both Browor(second highest) &amp;amp; Beck(followed closely behind) did well in theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane...let's say she hardly answered the questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For BM, well, Jane &amp;amp; I have matching scores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mine got deducted 'cause the teacher made a marking error. so was elvy's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becky was the highest in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bro was at the library taking the test when we were handed back our papers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she was absent on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ET almost pass by 1 mark. Same as Elvy, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go for Roti Canai, after school. Dropped my RM10 in the car. Couldn't find mum during recess. Oh, she's teaching for these 2 days too. So, yeah. Plus, ET couldn't make it either. Having hockey practice until Friday. Sheesh. I wasn't in a good mood anyway because of numerous things. Canceled it. :/ Elvy, Jane, Beck &amp;amp; Bro followed my car. Dropped them off at the bus stop. In the car, mum said that my BM teacher mentioned about my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, room, hungry, mum, received a college acceptance letter, mum, hungry &amp;amp; annoyed, went into my room, mum, read my BM book, mum, fell asleep after 10 pages(more or less), woke up, hungry, went outside, the house was empty, ate, watched tv, bored, turned on the computer, parents got back, they went to the post office, room, read some more of the BM book, mum called, holding up her old passport, thought to myself how lovely it would be to travel, saw some adorable pictures of my bros when they were tiny toddlers, room, computer, mum went to pick Nat up from his mother's, boiled rice, Nat came home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is...&lt;br /&gt;BM, SEJ ASIA -again!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; PPI. zZzzzZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANTS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;to eat roti canai or pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to watch Rob Pattz's, "Remember Me"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to read "Wuthering Heights" and finish it by April.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to hang out with old friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Okay, I'm going to go read my BM book- again.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. O ho ho =.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-9020891704341234044?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/9020891704341234044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=9020891704341234044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/9020891704341234044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/9020891704341234044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry-for-lack-of-posts.html' title='Monday blues :('/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-6234692486687231149</id><published>2010-03-06T00:03:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:34:48.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>It's March, darlings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been busy. With everything happening at once, I need a second to catch my breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our 1st Trial Exam (UBI) starts next week, on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;(Monday until Friday. Tuesday won't be around. See below to find out why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Police Cadet's training from this Thursday until Saturday X|&lt;br /&gt;(It's for next Tuesday's MSSD, we're marching at Stadium Likas :O)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AMC The School of Business government sponsored programs&lt;br /&gt;(Somehow a lot of my classmates are interested in joining.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm kind of the one who's answering their questions and helping them to register)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Art assignments! Darn it, I'm still behind...Gotta hand it in by this week(Saturday)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to go to the store to get some photos developed for our Form Six's billboard.&lt;br /&gt;(Still have to choose which picture to develop, I've saved so many XD)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This Sunday's City Run at Padang Merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;(My friends and I want to go but still not sure. I'm worried I might miss Church &amp;amp; RCIA)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paintball on the 18th of March at Dongoggon(ntah ngam ka tu ejaan)! =D&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone is welcomed to join. All you need is to pay RM25 ekekeke)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Okay, more activities are coming.&lt;br /&gt;E.g. vising prisons and courthouse. =D Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today(Saturday) is the opening of MSSD. ET is competing for 1500m run.&lt;br /&gt;AJA, AJA...F-I-G-T-H-I-N-G!!! All the best to her!&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we couldn't be there to support her =[ Having class plus marching practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, yesterday(Friday) we had our First Trial MUET Speaking Test!&lt;br /&gt;Which consisted Sham, ET, Bro &amp;amp; I. They are respectively candidate A, B, C- and I'm D. Hee. We did okay. Not that great. Bro needed to pitched in a little more. All of us lacked on giving examples and elaborating through it. Some find language to be difficult. The teacher said we needed to read more so that we can be exposed to a wide range of global issues. Since, the questions won't only be based on school life, but more on current issues and working life. Well, overall...I got a middle band 4. The teacher might have set the bars low this time. I think, in the actual test. I would probably just get a passing Band 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it, I'll have to try harder and get lots of practice with the group.&lt;br /&gt;So, I can focus on my other 5 subjects once I'm done with MUET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, this comfort zone I'm in...&lt;br /&gt;is making it difficult for me to put more effort in anything I do.&lt;br /&gt;I simply lack the initiative and passion to study...&lt;br /&gt;UGH. Besides that, I'm terribly sick of some of friends' negativism.&lt;br /&gt;It's really bringing me down and affecting my thoughts in a very unhealthy manner. :(&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love them but I just can't stand being around them sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of the saying, too much is just 'too much'?&lt;br /&gt;This seems to fit my little situation perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Another issue is my spending money on a very large appetite of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm short and quite petite. I guess? And it just so happens I tend to overeat.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who's been around me during recess or lunch time would know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I eat a lot. It's a fact!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...need to put away that money and invest in something more meaningful than food.&lt;br /&gt;...gotta control my stomach cravings and urges to eat till I'm full.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to gain anymore weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, losing it would be a completely different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I got on a bike and started cycling.&lt;br /&gt;I should definitely do that soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I seriously need to get my mind straight and focus on my  studies/goals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before it's too eff-ing late..!&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/149595551987268960-6234692486687231149?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6234692486687231149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=6234692486687231149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6234692486687231149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/6234692486687231149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html' title='It&apos;s March, darlings.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-3899436850550952772</id><published>2010-03-03T19:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:04:34.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabah bha nie'/><title type='text'>pa barang ni?!</title><content type='html'>OK! New post!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. So, I was reading some people's blog earlier and had the sudden urge to blog too! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikut2 ni bha. Hehe. Aik, tiba2 jg terasa mo type 'gini' @ short-formed in Malay. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;Ni la ni, susah klo suda terjangkit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antam la! Malas suda mo fikir byk...hahha. Stail 'sms' pun bleh la! Haaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bha, anyway, this week banyak perkara juga la yang berlaku..hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Kadet Polis aktif kembali. Yeaay..hahha. Tiba2 ja tu cgu bgtau kemarin yg Kadet ikut MSSD. =.="&lt;br /&gt;atukoii~ terlampau la bha. Mula2 ckp kena cancel, sedih lar knun bila dgr..sbb xda sempat ikut kawad di padang tu ari. salah sndiri jg..sepa suruh lambat kan? hahha. anyway, tiba2 pandai da balik pla hhahaha..'blessing in disguise' kali. heh. yg kin malas pla ni ialah latihannya. Bsuk bha, jam 8 pagi sampai 5 petang..hahhaha. jangan ko...lebih2 lg cgu kami yg blur2 punya. terlalu mengharapkan pljar yg uruskan segalanya. aduii..mcm mna mo maju eh. pengerusi pun cbuk dgn aktiviti2nya. gila2 trlalu hyper bha tu, suma pun dia mo tapau...haha! first2, minta kwn stay lg. ee, sepa maw? dia syok2 p men bola baling/hoki, kmi mo bt apa?? hahahha. suda la pulg kena naik bas@jln kaki...dia jam 5 blik, syok2 kena ambil oleh mama. hahha. i know. jahat bha sa nie, tp mmg kebenaran jg laa. wlaupun da rsa 'bersalah' dengan 'simpati'..tp pa bleh buat la. takkan lah, mo drop everything utk dia kan..kena da otak jg. nyway, pa2 pun wish her the best of luck! jia youx2, sarjen bab1 hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benda len atau sma jg lar...latihan kadet polis...aduii. suda la, kulit nda pndai putih2 balik. hahah. exam pun next week! then, khamis, jumaat dgn sabtu pun da latihan!!! raptai maybe hari ahad ni tp tu pun blum pasti lg..ish3. selasa depan pla yg sebenar punya...penutupan MSSD!!! so, kena pakai full-uniform. hee~ ya, mmg saat yg dinanti2kan! psal tu ari ter-miss kan..salah sendiri. tula, buduh! hahah. mmm..kebetulan, hari tu exam kami MUET. So, kena kasi 1K la tu kali...Huhu. Yes! Da masa tuk buat persediaan lg. Wlaupun, rsa x bt pun bleh pass. tu prasaan sendiri ja la..hahahahha. tp, klo btul pun bgus la..klo bleh, mo kc tinggi2 lg tu markah. can2, dpt band 5 hahah. temberang ja ni sa. band 3 pun bersyukur la..tp mna boleh mesti sekurang2nya band 4 baru la pusa ati sa. hahahha! SPEAKING &amp;amp; WRITING yg sa x yakin...objektif men timbak pun ok tp hahah msti la kena check blk2 jg mnatau da yg silap kn, kn, kn? listening, ok jg la..cuma x syok dgr percakapan dorg urg m'sia yg 'ber-speaking'. ahhahah. pronunciation &amp;amp; enunciation pun bida2. tula..kdg2 susah mo faham lae pa dorg ckp. issh. kin susah hidup ja...hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yg sa plg risau ialah subjek2 yg len, urghh..! P.AM, BM, PP, SEJ &amp;amp; SENI..!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH! KERJA PUN MASIH DITANGGUH2! MCM MANA LA STPM NNT..!&lt;br /&gt;HABIS LAH...X| suda lah budu2 p ambil 5 subjek. ish3. yg tu len crita lg..&lt;br /&gt;next time sa post. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bha, smpai sini ja la~ panjang suda ni huhuhu. sa pun mlas sua mo fikir pa mo taip.&lt;br /&gt;klo x faham, sori la...heh. tanya ja menerusi facebook ka apa.&lt;br /&gt;klo sa rajin menjawab la. k, babai &amp;amp; makasih sbb sudi membaca blog yg serba kekurangan ni.&lt;br /&gt;aikss, temberang pula sa guna BM ni. bha, praktis2. BM sa mmg x brapa bgus bha ni...D:&lt;br /&gt;jadi boleh lah jdkan blog sbg latihan menulis. kununnn~&lt;br /&gt;bha, k la...nda pandai abis2 jg nie sa taip.&lt;br /&gt;bai~! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-3899436850550952772?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3899436850550952772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=3899436850550952772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/3899436850550952772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/3899436850550952772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/03/pa-barang-ni.html' title='pa barang ni?!'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-150769621050924354</id><published>2010-02-28T19:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:36:59.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NO NOT MONDAY GRR'/><title type='text'>DRAT. D=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"loving  someone who doesn't feel the same way is like using a paper crayon on a  white paper, it is always invisible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S4pQfsok8cI/AAAAAAAABXo/3oz2hRkxjA4/s1600-h/jpeg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S4pQfsok8cI/AAAAAAAABXo/3oz2hRkxjA4/s400/jpeg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443251605118185922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I despise Facebook for this accurate prediction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not to mention, I  have my work cut out for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DRAT! AND TOMORROW'S MONDAY!!! D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S4pQf9UDTiI/AAAAAAAABXw/ENfShvCQkwY/s1600-h/tumblr_kqyvh33AQY1qzi81zo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S4pQf9UDTiI/AAAAAAAABXw/ENfShvCQkwY/s400/tumblr_kqyvh33AQY1qzi81zo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443251609595498018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S4pQgS2Z5XI/AAAAAAAABX4/E7dPgkwYlLI/s1600-h/tumblr_kt27khieBx1qzq7vco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S4pQgS2Z5XI/AAAAAAAABX4/E7dPgkwYlLI/s400/tumblr_kt27khieBx1qzq7vco1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443251615376729458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-150769621050924354?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/150769621050924354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=150769621050924354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/150769621050924354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/150769621050924354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/02/drat-d.html' title='DRAT. D='/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/S4pQfsok8cI/AAAAAAAABXo/3oz2hRkxjA4/s72-c/jpeg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-8187334920403977337</id><published>2010-02-26T21:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:53:19.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><title type='text'>I am troubled by feelings and people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hello, my loyal subjects!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Bow before my greatness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&amp;amp; kiss the ground I walk beneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HEH, I'M JUST MESSING WITH YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So, like..here's another confusing post from an already puzzled blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Here we go again~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lately, I've been feeling troubled by these developing emotions...and not being able to let it out freely due to certain unmentionable things that would happen...if I do end up telling someone.. Bad for the soul right? And it's seriously torturing my insides. Therefore, my blog here shall be used as a tool to best-describe what's bothering me...without really giving any details away. Okay, what has gotten into me and triggered your minds into dying curiosity? It's...darn. I CAN'T EVEN BRING MYSELF TO TYPE OUT THE WORDS FOR IT. All I can say is that I am troubled by these feelings that's been stirring up within. It has also been going on for quite sometime now. Which has slightly affected my better judgment on things. And I am unhappy to report that, I wished I hadn't felt such things..for a certain someone. Unfortunately, as it turns out 'I actually do'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, help me. This is so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Okay, besides that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These last few days at school, I've been getting these strange vibes from people. I can sense that they are hiding something from me. A secret, that's what. I have a wild guess about it. I'll admit I'm curious. If it turns to be what I think it is. Then, I shall back off immediately. A very big part of me is hoping that I would be mistaken. Another is flattered and of course baffled how it could have happened-again. For now, my suspicions are yet to be confirmed. Yes, it's driving me a little mad(insane, in fact) and making me more distant than usual. Maybe it's just some silly misunderstanding and nothing's really going on. Or maybe it's 'this thing' about someone that unfortunately involves me as the topic of discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good gracious! Why the heck is this so important anyway? Darn it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talk about being seriously disturbed or paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I can't help it if I'm an overly-sensitive female! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, can I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For now, that's pretty much what I came to share here with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Appreciate the read! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-8187334920403977337?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8187334920403977337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=8187334920403977337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8187334920403977337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8187334920403977337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-troubled-by-feelings-and-people.html' title='I am troubled by feelings and people.'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-8438151361703236615</id><published>2010-02-21T22:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:00:47.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAPS LOCK OF RAGE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEAR ME.'/><title type='text'>HOLIDAY NO MORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;SO, SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;WHY THAT WOULD ONLY MEAN THAT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A SAD ENDING TO THE HOLIDAYS! D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;SIGH, I SHALL MISS EVERY BIT OF IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;LAST...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;, EFF-ING SPORT'S DAY. WOOT! POLICE WON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; I GOT A MEDAL FOR 'TUG OF WAR'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt; WENT TO ORCHARD, CARRIED STICKS &amp;amp; TWIGS. WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;, PMS- STAYED AT HOME ALONE. FTW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;, WENT OUT FOR V'S DAY WITH PALS. WAN'S RETURN. =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHICH CONSISTED OF BECK, BRO, WAN &amp;amp; I. NO ET NOR ELVY. HUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;THIS WEEK'S...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;, I THINK I BABYSAT AT HOME. (YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;, SHOPPED FOR NEW CLOTHES &amp;amp; HAD MCD'S! WITH MUM &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;, WENT FOR CNY AT FRIEND'S HOUSES. FUN FUN FUNNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;, CANCELED CNY PLANS &amp;amp; OFFERED TO BABYSAT. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DAMN IT, MISSED OUT ON ALL THE FUNNNNN! =(( SIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt; WENT FOR A MOVIE (VALENTINE'S DAY) &amp;amp; K-BOX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MEET UP WITH KHAI, HAN &amp;amp; WAN! HAN PICKED ME UP &amp;amp; DROVE ME HOME HEE =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AS USUAL, WERE WITH BECKY AND ET. HAA =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SAW ELVY TOO BUT SHE WAS WITH HER BRO &amp;amp; CUZZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TOO BAD DULAIT COULDN'T COME. POOR SAFWAN~ HEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH &amp;amp; I FINISHED READING STEPHENIE MEYER'S 'BREAKING DAWN'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;IN THE MORNING, IT WAS AWESOMELY ALRIGHT.&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FORGOT TO RETURN IT TO ITS' RIGHTFUL OWNER THOUGH.&lt;/span&gt; =/&lt;br /&gt;(THANKS AGAIN FOR THE LEND &amp;amp; I'M SORRY KHAI...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO, I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO ACCOMPLISHED SOMETHING DURING THE HOLIDAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HA-HA. SHOOT, I SHOULD S-T-O-P BEING SUCH A LAZY ASS! &amp;amp; MEND MY WAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANYWAY ON &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;, STAYED AT HOME TO BABYSAT. NOTHING SPECIAL THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUNDAY &lt;/span&gt;A.K.A. TODAY, WENT TO CHURCH THEN LIKAS SQUARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;INITIATED TO THE RCIA AT ST. SIMON. NEXT WEEK BEGINS =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I TOTALLY FORGOT WHAT IT STANDS FOR/THE FULL NAME, I MEAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BASICALLY, I'M JOINING IT TO COMPLETE MY CONFIRMATION COURSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SOMETHING I'LL HAVE TO HAVE, IF I'M EVER TO BE WEDDED IN A RC CHURCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHA. IF THAT'LL EVER HAPPENED. WHICH, I HAVE HIGH DOUBTS FOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANYWAY, IT'S MY OWN JOURNEY TO GET CLOSER TO GOD. =) SO, PEACE!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BOUGHT DG RELOAD, AN EYELINER &amp;amp; FOOLSCAP SHEETS AT LIKAS SQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CHECKED OUT THE AMC'S NEW LOCATION. - CLOSED FOR CNY, UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LASTLY, RESISTED THE URGE TO ASK MUM TO BUY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; CUTE GREY SHIRT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WELL, THAT'S ABOUT IT FOLKS. =B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;YAWZERSSSS. I STILL HAVE TONS AND TONS OF WORK BEHIND ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;TOMORROW'S GOING TO BE BRUTAL, FOR SURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;PRAY &amp;amp; WISH ME LUCK LOVES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'LL BE NEEDING IT B-A-D-L-Y. UGGGGGGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;AT LEAST, I'LL BE SEEING THAT CERTAIN SOMEONE MORE OFTEN &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;NO, YOU WON'T KNOW WHO IT IS. 'CAUSE I'M NEVER TELLING! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;TTFN~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETTER GET MY SCHOOL GEAR READY.&lt;br /&gt;IF I DON'T WANT TO BE LATE &amp;amp; GET BITCHSLAPPED AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-8438151361703236615?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8438151361703236615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=8438151361703236615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8438151361703236615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8438151361703236615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/02/holiday-no-more.html' title='HOLIDAY NO MORE!'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-2484531140770266519</id><published>2010-02-18T20:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:38:16.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>Hey strangers and friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here I am blogging because I have nothing else better to do...and am not in the mood to do any work. Gah, I am such a slacker that it pisses me off! Apparently, not enough for me to quit being one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be honest and it is going to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;(ME, I mean. 'Hurt me'. Incase, you thought I was implying on you instead. I mean, why would I want to hurt you?? Sorry, I'm just dangerously bored and paranoid.)&lt;br /&gt;So, to be frank...I am sick, depressed and wished I had been somewhere else today.&lt;br /&gt;NOT AT HOME- babysitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;So, I need to get over myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-2484531140770266519?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2484531140770266519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=2484531140770266519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2484531140770266519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2484531140770266519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/02/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-4522332244712404676</id><published>2010-02-13T08:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:43:22.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This blog needs a new post badly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, WAH-LAH~!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hee =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Updates!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy  New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a bit late but otherwise better than nothing right?  ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;January's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been busy with school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Classes, Librarian duties, class(few)/friends  outings(hardly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; OH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after-school marching practices for the Police  Cadet Uniform Unit@Cocuriculum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha.  Insane, I tell ya'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But enjoyed  every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday  we had Sport's Day @ School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Janeffer  &amp;amp; I didn't marched with the cadets. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were f*cking late &amp;amp; were to scared to join  the rest of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After looking how  they were all in full-uniform and wearing 'tudung'!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I kept pacing back and forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wondering if we should go ahead and join them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the  third or fourth nervous glance, seeing how they were already out on the  field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided that it's best to  change out of our cadet uniforms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(To  think that I spent the dawn sewing up the school badge and shoulder  tags)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(plus, ironing the  uniforms...=.=")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BUT..what I was  most afraid was the people that I would let down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My fellow comrades in Cadet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Especially, our sergeant and closed friend..ET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After her and a few of the other cadets put up the  flags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went over to her with  protection from her 'l*ve-interest'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoping  that she'll forgive me somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As  it turns out, nothing really happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She just shrugged it off and said it was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was a bit disappointed but utterly relieved! =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before that, I hung out at the Form Six's stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They were selling some edible items to raise for our  class's funds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went back there  after confronting Et. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jane was  unwilling to go with me..Probably scared, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, anyway, I met with Becky &amp;amp; Browor after  the marching thing was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They weren't  too happy about us-not-marching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chatted  and hung out a bit more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum  appeared- handed me some cash.&lt;/span&gt; Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'cause  I forgot to ask for it in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hungry..&lt;br /&gt;Bought  food at the canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ate at the F6  stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which is, located at the  teacher's parking lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one with  the roof on top-nearest to the blue middle gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My twin friends were staring at me eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I offered to buy the same thing for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(After finishing my meal, of course ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Returned with the twin's meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saw the gang there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Et changed her clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was  gonna compete afterward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4x100M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hung out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Et  got up. Saw something stuck to her shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chewing gum and rust marks from the thing she was  sitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Beck, Bro &amp;amp;  Jane helped her out after laughing at her ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Serves  her right for her habit of sitting anywhere without looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was new shorts lagi tuh.&lt;br /&gt;=.=" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bought together with us, last month. Hoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, got called over to prepare for the 'tug  of war'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a.k.a 'Tarik Tali'..Hehe ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll skip to the part where who wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girls Category :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marikh(us)  was second, Musytari(Elvy) won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First  round went to Marikh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second to  Musytari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Third..well, you know who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lot of us were injured after the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the F6 student,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elvy took the worst. The skin of her sole had peeled off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ada Koh's hands were bleeding a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(She's this really tall F6 girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few of my toenails started to bleed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckily, my hands suffered no injury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our hands were still quivering from the impact of  the pull. =o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Plus, the muscles on my  arms are a bit strained too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well,  I'm no real athlete. That's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most of the Form 6 who joined aren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Except for Larry &amp;amp; ET..I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, they  announced the results for the marching competition (Unit Beruniform) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kadet Polis won 1st! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;;DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOOOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should have seen us..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheering like a bunch of fools! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last year, first in years...the champion was taken  by the Red Cross@PBSM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, A LOT of people  were looking forward to see KP win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With ET being the sergeant and all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At first, we weren't sure that KP would actually win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess, the weeks of practice really did paid off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Victory is ours. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll let you in a little secret :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#Et actually cried of stress because of KP#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL! I srsly adore her to bits. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though, she's a MASSIVE pain in the ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's fun to have around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngeee :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marikh won for the rumah sukan perbarisan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No idea how that happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After, the  former athletes left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marikh hardly  wins at anything now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a  surprising win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Musytari's been  dominating 'everything' this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just  look at who's the boss of the house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elvy John Ansibin bha itu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ketua  Pengawas lagi! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enough crapping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all that sh*t, we went for our ritual 'Pisang  Hijau'! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(It's something like  ABC but with bananas in it and that green stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, not cendol. Maybe I'll post a picture of it one  day? Hee ;P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Went to a Cyber Cafe  with Beck &amp;amp; Bro later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While,  Elvy, Et, Jane &amp;amp; Suzain(first-timer) went back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After going online for half an hour..While, the  other twos went for an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the way  home, bumped into Leonetta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hung out  until her mum came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bro separated  from Beck &amp;amp; I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beck &amp;amp; I rode  the bus home together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A day  well-spent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day was the  beginning of our HOLIDAY! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was  planning to chill at home but Dad brought all of us to the orchard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;UGH. Was kinda pissed. Got over it. Carried  branches, sticks &amp;amp; twigs there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; blah blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got home at 2AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp;  haven't slept until now..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Phone  died. So, left at home to be charged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got home. Turned it on. Six miscalls from (??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a text from  an old friend, a junior and an unknown number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm almost  finishing 'Breaking Dawn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On page  700++ now :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will return to Khai soon!&lt;/span&gt;  ;)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for the lend, btw.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other than that, I have tons of  assignments to do!!! :{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AM DEFINITELY LOOKING FORWARD TO GOING OUT WITH MY  FRIENDS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BTW, I'll be online  more often now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Mum buying DG  Broadband! Tee hee. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's it  for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will update soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adieu Amigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p/s - thanks for the  read! ^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-4522332244712404676?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4522332244712404676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=4522332244712404676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4522332244712404676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/4522332244712404676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2010/02/2010.html' title='2010 =)'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-8876644515534426585</id><published>2009-12-15T02:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T07:08:59.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I was planning to make an update sooner but just couldn't find the right time to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As most of you know, my internet connection has been suspended due to the sh*tty services and unpaid bills. Mostly, because of the crappy network we get here. So, my mom refuses to pay. She said she's going to get a broadband instead. Which, I'm pretty sure will come next year. Sigh. Mostly, I've been using my phone to browse the net. And an occasional trip to the library now and then. Well sometimes, when I'm lucky, I get to use some my friends' broadbands. Hehe. Nothing like getting our heads crammed into one pc. Hahaha. Lol. It's a very 'hommie' feeling. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I'm trying to make a link between this here entry and the previous one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The librarian's party was great. Good food, fun games and great people! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Et was the host, couldn't think of anyone better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Camp was alright, I guess. It was the second camping trip I've ever been to. The first one was for a Prefect camp. This time, it was for 'Rakan Muda'. It was interesting to see Elvy and Ameer as the ones in charge of it. Haha. Fun too, I guess. Although, I felt...left out and had some degrading moments. My mood swings started to kick in then. Later, I found out that I was having that 'time of the month'. And I absolutely forgotten to bring any supplies. Thankfully, my dear comrade came to the rescue. So, everything was good. Performance night was awfully embarrassing, though! Hahaha! I was stuck in a nasty comedy show where I was the oldest of  my other group members. I was playing role of a Queen and had to repeat the word "a-hole" several times. It was part of the joke, a major big part of it! Imagine saying that vulgar word in Malay in front of your peers, juniors and not to mention the effing teachers -over and over AGAIN! Now, that is a night I'll never forget. Hahaha. I was even fed with lines because I blanked out in front of them all. My favourite performance was done by Safwan. His pansy act was hilarious! Oh, Bro was in the same group as his too. Becky's group did a chicken dance. Haha! Me &amp;amp; Bro tagged along with the show. Lol! While, ET's was singing and dancing. She won the best act and surprisingly my group's tasteless comedy was won second place. Haha. Safwan &amp;amp; Bro's was third and Becky's fourth. ET &amp;amp; Safwan also snatched the award for the best 'Male' &amp;amp; 'Female' Participants of the camp. Man, I envy their outgoing and carefree attitude, I could never pull that off without being so self-conscious about everything. I guess, camp was pretty awesome! It lasted from Friday until Sunday. Monday was torturous because of the damned stairs! My legs finally stopped hurting after two days from returning from camp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, whew~ that wasn't short at all huh? Oh yeah, we had to miss some activities of the camp to organize our Librarian's Party at the school library. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, getting our report cards weren't such a big deal after all. For me, that is. My parents didn't utter a word of remorseful much. Which, I was expecting for them to say quite a few. I was surprised and slightly disappointed..but absolutely grateful, of course!! My mom simply said that she hoped I'd get the SPA thing. Which comes to the hard part of saying that I didn't get it. Oh, the day before yesterday, I finally turned eighteen! =) Thank you to all the ones who had wished me a 'happy birthday'! I was overjoyed to received the warm greetings. Definitely felt the love! Ehehe. For those who forgot, no worries, there's still the 'belated' thing going on. Haha. Okay, that was lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, enough about that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, during the 2 weeks after the school holidays..me, beck, went on duty at the library. Checking stocks, wrapping books, scanning, organizing and stuff! Hahaha. It was 5 days to be exact. Me &amp;amp; Bro were usual the earliest. Then, Becky and Jane would come. Since they practically live together..in the same area at least!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My rants end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, have you noticed how the same names keep popping out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess, I've grown so attached to my Form 6 friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Btw, sad that Safwan won't be joining us for next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He received an offer from UITM for Pengurusan Maklumat(if I'm not mistaken)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll miss him and his pansy ways! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, there's only two boys left in the class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man, there are on the verge of extinction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's it, then! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will continue my rant, when I can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a great life people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that I know I'm staying in Form 6, I have tons of homework to do!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tutulu~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-8876644515534426585?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8876644515534426585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=8876644515534426585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8876644515534426585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/8876644515534426585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-rants.html' title='My rants'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-2996997138480736091</id><published>2009-10-28T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:31:58.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap..art report due on the 5th.'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been what- 2 months since my last update?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for the delay and lack of posts. I've been busy at school, going out with friends and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Plus, you know- or maybe you've forgotten how much the internet connection at my house sucks. Well yeah, it does. Right now, I'm using my dear sister's broadband ehehe. She just got back here last Monday. :) She turned all-veggie oriented and pet-pro all of a sudden. Even commented on my weight, saying I've packed a few pounds. While, she lost some weight. Gahh. -.-" That's eating school food for ya'. Doesn't matter, school's finishing soon. There's 3 weeks more, if I'm not mistaken. Well, guess what, today the teacher gave out the test results from our last exams. I've succeeded in failing miserably. So far, my MUET is the only thing worth mentioning and the others are well uhh...sigh. I feel like I've been wasting too much time doing stupid-unimportant things than studying. To be honest, I hardly studied for the test. Actually, I barely did any revision since I started form 6. I don't know whether it's the lack of motivation, the language or just the whole being there thing. I've underestimate form 6 or maybe I just don't care. Maybe it's everything at once. I think, the problem comes within me. I have to sort this out, if I'm planning to continue being there and taking STPM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the way, a few weeks ago, I received a letter for an interview from SPA on nursing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's on the 11th November...if everything turns out well, I might be leaving pre-u...but my mum kinda wants me to finish it. Anyway, everything's still undecided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, major events this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A surprise birthday party for xxx this Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's kind of sweet for her bf to buy the cake and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday-Sunday, Rakan Muda camp- which, I still haven't decided on going yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday, Librarian Party at school. We, the lower six are the ones organizing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Busy busy busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More stressing news,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NEXT WEEK IS OUR F-ING FINALS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, my SPA interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, outing, outing, outings! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;K-box, 2012, McD..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later, parent-teacher conference a.k.a handing out our report cards day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, job surveying...depending on my grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If they're alright, then, I'll do part-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If not, there's a chance I won't be coming back next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New Moon...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next year, I'll be in charge of the 'Keceriaan' for the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Updating the notice boards monthly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why did they pick me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not even good with decorations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looks like I'll be doing a whole lot research during the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;School- can't stand it, but miss it when it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope your doing better than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;C'ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/149595551987268960-2996997138480736091?l=just-kick-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2996997138480736091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=149595551987268960&amp;postID=2996997138480736091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2996997138480736091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/149595551987268960/posts/default/2996997138480736091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-kick-it.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Farina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05310423600306852397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVlvXApU30E/STwLe16fQaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w4DBq4lw1As/S220/AK000143.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149595551987268960.post-7840475855861855129</id><published>2009-08-23T22:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:07:26.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I have a Tumblr now hihi haha huhu'/><title type='text'>Ye shall have an update, I say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hola~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, don't question my greeting.&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;So, as promised.&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;Let's get 'this' over with 'aite?&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;Yeah, I'm in my gangsta mood.&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;Please just ignore me, homies.&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;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ok.&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;Time for some serious stuff now.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, not exactly.&lt;/em&gt;&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;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;- celebrated Merdeka a.k.a Malaysia Independence Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spent half of the day in the school hall, cheering for the singing and dancing performances. Plus, yowza! The cat-walking runway show. Some of clothes(made out of recyclable-junk) were pretty cool and fun to watch. The school has some creative bunch, I guess. Only one looked and I mean &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; looked(and happens to be) a real-life model. Very pretty girl. The crowd went wild for her. Some of the juniors were being funny about it. Shouted at everyone to back off, supposedly 'the model' belongs to him. Pft, rightt. Laughed like mad that day. My favourite part was singing the patriotic songs. Haven't sung them in a while. Just couldn't contained myself. So, I had to give it my very all! Ha ha ha. While, waving the country's flag. XD Fun times.&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;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; was a normal day, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing interesting that I could remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be honest, I'm forgetting things more lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously need to focus and get myself together!&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;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weds&lt;/span&gt;, went to KFC after school. Hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With Elvy, Safwan, Becky and Boworlleika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too bad I didn't bring my phone. Could have taken some pictures! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well.. Only had some french fries and coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While, the others had plates of lunch-meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elvy had the dinner plate. Haha XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to AMC, afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To pick up my certificate. English, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I'll post a photo of that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went back to school around 2PM, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too 'pick up' Etti. So, we could go watch the football match at the Stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Indonesia won. Thailand was second, if I'm not mistaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man, Indon was so happy &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; one of the football players pants fell off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;revealing skin-coloured undies. The other players took off their shirts and poured water on themselves. What a scene. Now I know why people(girls) watch football. *burst out laughing* Anyway, it was the funniest thing I've seen all year!- The 'pants' part, I mean. XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found my mum during the match. All kinds of Asians were there. I also found that people from Sri Lanka are dark and look kind of like Indians. I thought 'they' all look like Nigel Barker from America's Next Top Model. Man, am I ignorant? I walked home and even stopped by at Shan Tao(the store) for ice-lollies(it's what my mum calls ice cream on a stick). Bought 9, I think. They only cost RM0.20. 10 Sen less than I remembered.&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;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, took some photos of 'the friends'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was alright. Don't quite remember the rest.&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;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, went Karaoke-ing with the the gang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I kept fussing on Monday till Weds a
