<?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-7793807724768959639</id><updated>2011-10-11T19:18:39.671+08:00</updated><category term='23 July 2009.'/><category term='Atiqah.Trisha.Fad.Aqeela.Please Cheer Up Girls'/><category term='hooooooooooooooooot yerk.'/><category term='IT lesson freeeeeeeeeeeeeee'/><category term='AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHCUMMMMMM *sosick.'/><category term='Meets.'/><category term='sucka'/><category term='Am i inlove?'/><category term='Can you be trusted?'/><category term='Hari Raya Haji and New Moon.'/><category term='Don&apos;t think too much'/><category term='Friendship.'/><category term='Emo day?'/><category term='Don&apos;t you?'/><category term='13th love.'/><category term='the pictures are NOT edited.'/><category term='rindu oi.'/><category term='Be matured next year.'/><category term='Language paper.'/><category term='Everything is everything.'/><category term='nak mati boleh?'/><category term='the truth is I miss you eh .'/><category term='Mamma Mia.'/><category term='Tomorrow is ASSDAY.'/><category term='HAHAHA.'/><category term='thank you for the tagged spammer:)'/><category term='Lie to me.'/><category term='2 more days ):'/><category term='Dah tiga bulan kenal? Wow cepat.'/><category term='Earpiece lost. Can&apos;t leave without it. Serious.'/><category term='Boring and Hk.'/><category term='Rawr Ifah Rigby Amok.'/><category term='gua sayang sama abdul'/><category term='Otak aku masuk air.'/><category term='I wanna know your name.'/><category term='Cheer up Rabitah.'/><category term='Monday.'/><category term='i miss you.'/><category term='Literature Drama.'/><category term='Shocking.'/><category term='Stomach Cramp and I&apos;m sorry.'/><category term='I&apos;ll took random picture.'/><category term='i will update more pictures'/><category term='1 week 2 days left.'/><category term='Missing;'/><category term='Religious Class.'/><category term='AR.'/><category term='Fhew nasib.'/><category term='Advisor.'/><category term='miss you much.'/><category term='greaaaaat.'/><category term='Aku nak tidur.'/><category term='Trouble.'/><category term='Love the rain.'/><category term='HEHEHEH.'/><category term='AH NAK PERGI.'/><category term='Rawrbeetah.'/><category term='ohh crap.'/><category term='to have you.'/><category term='Germany.'/><category term='im so much like you =)'/><category term='Boring.'/><category term='Alhamdullilah masih puasa.'/><category term='Attitude perlu jage.'/><category term='fall for you.'/><category term='i love my holidays .'/><category term='Sekolah bosan kan?'/><category term='Sekolah penat.'/><category term='thank you eh for letting me hate you so much girl..'/><category term='Big girls just wanna have fun.'/><category term='eh kampung.'/><category term='Satisfied now?'/><category term='What happen yesterday?'/><category term='Cant see you hawtstuff eventough we stay near. D:'/><category term='Oh whatever.'/><category term='ifaa bestfriend aku ^^'/><category term='hatin on the club.'/><category term='12 more days to 6th.'/><category term='Sayang kau.'/><category term='Girlfriends.'/><category term='cinta sama abdul.'/><category term='Both? NONONO.'/><category term='WOOOHOOO.'/><category term='Silent Cry.'/><category term='THE BEST IVE EVER HAD.'/><category term='School is reopening soon.'/><category term='maths  oh comm&apos;on .'/><category term='Hate school?'/><category term='Sleeeeeeeeeep time.'/><category term='I am RyanSheckler&apos;s girlfriend :D'/><category term='okay done.'/><category term='Whatever Rabitah.'/><category term='What?'/><category term='im NOT jealous lah.'/><category term='IN DE HOII'/><category term='no matter what.'/><category term='Adakah perasaaan benci ini sebenarnya cinta? HawtsuffD:'/><category term='suckers.'/><category term='Anyone?'/><category term='December.'/><category term='True.'/><category term='semue orang aku rinduuuu :(('/><category term='Kick Ass Buddy Birthday tomorrow seyy.'/><category term='dont force me alright ? go n die .'/><category term='1 week.'/><category term='You better read .. or else.'/><category term='Sayang korang:D'/><category term='Brain please start working.'/><category term='i still miss boyfriend :('/><category term='Hello?'/><category term='hawtstuff D:'/><category term='Boring day'/><category term='it&apos;s you.'/><category term='and I want to.'/><category term='Ish budak sakit ni.'/><category term='prada dress has never broke my heart before.'/><category term='next time. okay?'/><category term='I miss batrisha.'/><category term='Shake'/><category term='Fly boy.'/><category term='Mess with a wrong girl lah you.'/><category term='yesssss.'/><category term='Sober.'/><category term='Rabitah Rauf Batrisha Syaziani'/><category term='TO BE WITH YOU.'/><category term='I lost my ezlink card.'/><category term='Sleepy eyes'/><category term='I love you baby.'/><category term='Birthday.'/><category term='Random post.'/><category term='cepat la balik.'/><category term='Ian Somerhalder is hot.'/><category term='Im not single. YES im single okay.'/><category term='Aisyah'/><category term='enough is enough.'/><category term='One more chance? NO.'/><category term='when can i have that Prada Dress?'/><category term='Good day.'/><category term='Thursday boring la.'/><category term='I miss hawtstuff badly.'/><category term='Crying.'/><category term='Ngantok la.'/><category term='Waalaikumsalam.'/><category term='ive changed to bad person=( Rabitah changed. I hate NEW RABITAH.'/><category term='I&apos;m gonna kick your butt.'/><category term='Xoxo.'/><category term='BORING POST.'/><category term='eh you suck.'/><category term='balik kampunnnnnng ohhhh~'/><category term='I feel like crying.'/><category term='Where have you been?'/><category term='when can ALL the problems be solved?'/><category term='Besok Saturday.'/><category term='Re-link me?'/><category term='Failed.'/><category term='teenage crime.'/><category term='Bodoh cbknn.'/><category term='Goodbye.'/><category term='I wanna cry.'/><category term='hawtstuff is hot-.-'/><category term='This is no good.'/><category term='YAY YAY.'/><category term='Goodbye 2009.'/><category term='Eh eh rindunya.'/><category term='apa jeling jeling korek mata kau baru tahu. AGAS'/><category term='Boring ass day.'/><category term='rambut aku sayang sudah dipotong.'/><category term='really'/><category term='There&apos;s nothing you can do.'/><category term='Last day of school.'/><category term='Vampire Weekend.'/><category term='sick.'/><category term='closest friend.'/><category term='Tag me if your name is not there.'/><category term='Sister went off to Hong Kong.'/><category term='imissyou'/><category term='16 July 2009.'/><category term='Saturday and Sunday.'/><category term='Cermin dulu tu muke.'/><category term='Me and my 3 friends won&apos;t go separate ways.'/><category term='Dont lie to me.'/><category term='ohmygod. its gonna be fun lah sial.'/><category term='Abdul Rauf.'/><category term='19 January 2010.'/><category term='I hate last night.'/><category term='Boohoo.'/><category term='Rabitah is down.'/><category term='4th months love.'/><category term='Months going strong now and no goodbye.'/><category term='Friday.'/><category term='Tired but fun.'/><category term='I luv you no matter what.'/><category term='Rindu R.'/><category term='It&apos;s real bad.'/><category term='slut? thank you.'/><category term='4 More Days Taaau:)'/><category term='Babiiiiiiiiii.'/><category term='Please be good 2010.'/><category term='Marliana. Tell me when you get your result okay. Im worried down here. Im here nervous..for you.'/><category term='I don&apos;t wanna miss a thing.'/><category term='Ape?'/><category term='Las Vegas:D'/><category term='Dunk shoot.'/><category term='hanya dia aku sayangi.'/><category term='AYG.'/><category term='Im so dissapointed with myself'/><category term='Sunday'/><category term='Get your own life'/><category term='Gathering and Last Farewell.'/><category term='lifes must move on..but how?'/><category term='Kampong'/><category term='NAK HARAM.'/><category term='Thursday.'/><category term='Pathetic and childish. Please.'/><category term='I don&apos;t like you.'/><category term='Long post again. Haha.'/><category term='Tuesday boring lah.'/><category term='Mountain Bike'/><category term='Saturday out?'/><category term='Seniors.'/><category term='Sunday ohh Sunday.'/><category term='rindu Abdul Rauf.'/><category term='Don&apos;t deny it ; PS.'/><category term='He stared at me.'/><category term='Missing.'/><category term='start period.'/><category term='Bulletproof.'/><category term='stfu.'/><category term='Friday la.'/><category term='3 MORE DAYS.'/><category term='Sedih. Tapi sape ambik kesah.'/><category term='Remedial Remedial Remedial Full One Week.'/><category term='asshole.'/><category term='I&apos;m so sad right now.'/><category term='Seek for forgiveness.'/><category term='Tired.'/><category term='12 long months'/><category term='Sayang girlfriends.'/><category term='More pictures on thursday.'/><category term='is on Twitter.'/><category term='what A day.'/><category term='i adore you lah.'/><category term='Boring day.'/><category term='St. Anthony&apos;s Primary School.'/><category term='Im in love.'/><category term='Missed.'/><category term='I hate today a little.'/><category term='Drama Night(Matinee)'/><category term='When can i meet boyfriend? =('/><category term='Belajar.'/><category term='mana pergi janjimu?'/><category term='02 November 2009'/><category term='fuck you.'/><category term='fuck attitude.'/><category term='Hillgrove Sec 1 ah suckers.'/><category term='Fail CHEMISTRY:D'/><category term='Boring school day.'/><category term='English paper.'/><category term='Saturday story telling.'/><category term='DUNIA GELAP.'/><category term='Apa maksud sekolah?'/><category term='231008 i miss yooouuuuuuu.'/><category term='benci sangat.'/><category term='hawtstuff hawtstuff i love you lah(♥)'/><category term='real badly.'/><category term='THIS FEELING.'/><category term='Besok Sunday.'/><category term='didnt saw you today D:'/><category term='fun tired outing.'/><category term='trust.'/><category term='Tengah On DIET nie-.-'/><category term='Please tell me you miss me.'/><category term='dan sebenarnya;'/><category term='I love Abdul Rauf can can.'/><category term='I love you.'/><category term='talking about it.'/><category term='Boys Over Flowers D:'/><category term='Kak Faizah&apos;s Birthday Coming:D'/><category term='girl.'/><category term='i love you lah hawtstuff .'/><category term='Rabitah.'/><category term='Saturday Sunday Monday.'/><category term='When your friend is dead...'/><category term='i hate you danial hizami and gang'/><category term='Rindu.'/><category term='Aicha ohh Aicha.'/><category term='Foolish.'/><category term='Pa-bo.'/><category term='Ya besok sekolah.'/><category term='Kind hearted girl.'/><category term='Change for goodness sake.'/><category term='Bosan ni.'/><category term='still thinking of you :[['/><category term='Hi boyfriend.'/><category term='i love the song Closer-Neyo Alot okayokay?'/><category term='ngoknget weeeeeeeck~'/><category term='Dissapointed.'/><category term='I suka you. You?'/><category term='Awesome.'/><category term='i love my girlfriends still.'/><category term='Stupid idiot people.'/><category term='I Love You. 220808.'/><category term='Empire State Of Mind.'/><category term='BOSAN.'/><category term='LONG HAIR.'/><category term='Movie Marathon.'/><category term='And I&apos;m sorry.'/><category term='Mid-year tomorrow. Damn.'/><category term='SCHOOL BORING.'/><category term='solat.'/><category term='Sekolah.'/><category term='Besok dah sekolah~'/><category term='I don&apos;t mean to.'/><category term='Second post.'/><category term='Regret?'/><category term='those dancing days.'/><category term='Balek Kampung la.'/><category term='School.'/><category term='In The End'/><category term='Rindu seseorang.'/><category term='Where&apos;s my ezlink card?'/><category term='am so sick.'/><category term='Cbkn for Sunday.'/><category term='Random.'/><category term='Suasana di Kampung.'/><category term='besok balik awal.'/><category term='`and How could you be so heartless?'/><category term='17 January 2010'/><category term='Celebration'/><category term='And I don&apos;t care.'/><category term='Did i do anything wrong?'/><category term='Know your enemy.'/><category term='everyone wants to be love.'/><category term='Get Well Soon'/><category term='rinduuu sama hawtstuff D:'/><category term='Oi rindu oi.'/><category term='It Was You. *Disspointed.'/><category term='Lambatnya..'/><category term='Why must this type of people exist?'/><category term='I love sunday.'/><category term='Eh rindu sak.'/><category term='Banned and Delete you again.'/><category term='Naughty Cousins Coming Over To My House. OhNo. I hate it lah mommy.'/><category term='what a sad day i had.'/><category term='i sayang abdul.'/><category term='you.'/><category term='Hasif the birthday boy :)'/><category term='17th march tak saaaaaabah .'/><category term='Read la read.'/><category term='Enam hari sahaja.'/><category term='Lunch'/><category term='My post is so colourful today.'/><category term='HI BYE.'/><category term='im so happy that i say that to th Guest:)'/><category term='Eh wtf?'/><category term='Yeah. im gonna miss you.'/><category term='231008 rindu D:'/><category term='Changes.'/><category term='She won&apos;t cry for you.'/><category term='AKU ADMIRE KAU LAAH BODOH'/><category term='Dapat duit?'/><category term='Nur Rabitah.'/><category term='Katy Perry is so hot.'/><category term='M-a-t-i best.'/><category term='Good girls like bad boys?'/><category term='like that ah.'/><category term='i miss my boyfy alot. =('/><category term='In Love?'/><category term='Chasing pavement.'/><category term='Dwayne Johnson luv.'/><category term='Kick my ass.'/><category term='Mood Swing la.'/><category term='Im crying.'/><category term='I Need You.'/><category term='I am faithful and I am being honest.'/><category term='You&apos;re still inside my heart.'/><category term='15 December 2009.'/><category term='Pictures.'/><category term='Saturday.'/><category term='happy sangat.'/><category term='i want more pictureeeeeeeeeeeee.'/><category term='I am crying.'/><category term='Sec One&apos;s Orientation.'/><category term='macam nak campak ni kepale.'/><category term='Eh suka suka'/><category term='Bye Ass.'/><category term='Like seriously.'/><category term='Sayang Abdul Don.'/><category term='Sorry.'/><category term='Fun uh today:)'/><category term='think think think.'/><category term='Had another great day.'/><category term='What? English paper?'/><category term='my love'/><category term='so sick right now.'/><category term='Saturday'/><category term='Thank you to all my SAYANGS:)'/><category term='I want to go ZOUK OUT lah.'/><category term='I got taste eh. Not like you.'/><category term='AM I.'/><category term='horse face lah you .'/><category term='Kurang ajar punye budak.'/><category term='Fhewwwwww.'/><category term='View.'/><category term='Post.'/><category term='I give you the world.'/><category term='Weird post.'/><category term='Enjoy myself.'/><category term='Electric Guitar.'/><category term='And it was awesome.'/><category term='eh. you think idk you are th one who spam me? Get lost lah.'/><category term='Menghilangkan diri.'/><title type='text'>ROCKnROLL♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>797</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-8960406804443401276</id><published>2011-05-07T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T22:52:06.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please tell me you miss me.'/><title type='text'>Hey baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEAuPuEFaw0/TcVcQWObeXI/AAAAAAAADa4/ycNPw4z11Ks/s1600/DSC_0112.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEAuPuEFaw0/TcVcQWObeXI/AAAAAAAADa4/ycNPw4z11Ks/s400/DSC_0112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603986747246213490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;. :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfUmmO1H4Oc/TcVbSF8PF-I/AAAAAAAADaw/CogGdkpsdDM/s1600/DSC_0112.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-8960406804443401276?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/8960406804443401276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/8960406804443401276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey-baby.html' title='Hey baby!'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEAuPuEFaw0/TcVcQWObeXI/AAAAAAAADa4/ycNPw4z11Ks/s72-c/DSC_0112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6080415947553904559</id><published>2011-05-07T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T13:29:15.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you.'/><title type='text'>THE WORLD DON'T KNOW OUR LOVE STORY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZKx17V997g/TcTWU8m3fMI/AAAAAAAADao/mYRgN_damA0/s1600/200221_1874346172057_1043265112_2196669_3729083_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZKx17V997g/TcTWU8m3fMI/AAAAAAAADao/mYRgN_damA0/s400/200221_1874346172057_1043265112_2196669_3729083_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603839491710614722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's always a reason behind our smiles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatever shits happen yesterday, love was there to tell me that he doesn't hate me and yet he loves me. I don't care what people think. I am leading my life not them. I would rather lost many friends than I lost my own family member. Luv was there for me and he tries to cheer me up when I am looking down. I feel his love and I know he would always be there for me. My trust for him has not being broken yet. Although I had a lot of fights with him, I still trust his love. I am glad that my relationship does not have any third party. Alhamdullilah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was down yesterday, when all the fucked up things happen during our day out, I knew that you are looking at me. With your sad eyes to look at me. Sigh, I wish I could hug tightly. Our love story, no one will ever know. It's always been between me and you love. Now, my tears feels like rolling, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love, it's already 1:24pm and yet you are still asleep. I am going off later on and you are going off tomorrow morning. Please take good care of yourself love. I'll miss you and will meet once you reached back home in Singapore. Forever you are my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/s: Shits happens everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-6080415947553904559?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6080415947553904559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6080415947553904559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/05/world-dont-know-our-love-story.html' title='THE WORLD DON&apos;T KNOW OUR LOVE STORY.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZKx17V997g/TcTWU8m3fMI/AAAAAAAADao/mYRgN_damA0/s72-c/200221_1874346172057_1043265112_2196669_3729083_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-4326070466003853120</id><published>2011-05-02T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:51:29.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Im crying.'/><title type='text'>The best part of me is ALWAYS you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JluHT4KZ38/Tb4aLyZwJHI/AAAAAAAADag/nJaTIqo_6p4/s1600/222266_1915360957401_1043265112_2253094_6092601_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JluHT4KZ38/Tb4aLyZwJHI/AAAAAAAADag/nJaTIqo_6p4/s400/222266_1915360957401_1043265112_2253094_6092601_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601943776306144370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rauf, I miss you dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How am I supposed to tell you that I miss you when you don't even care? Maybe you do care but you don't show it. I miss you when I was gone. How are you doing there outside? I hope you're doing great. Great as in being faithful, trust &amp;amp; honesty. I was worried and my heart wasn't okay at all. Everything was just turning upside down because I couldn't get through you. I don't receive text messages that you miss me. How sad am i, baby :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sayangz, I miss you so much down here. I hope you do call me as I am desperate to hear your voice. I wanna meet you today baby, please :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't want to feel as I was being cheated. I want you to be with me, forever and will never end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-4326070466003853120?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4326070466003853120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4326070466003853120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/05/best-part-of-me-is-always-you.html' title='The best part of me is ALWAYS you.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JluHT4KZ38/Tb4aLyZwJHI/AAAAAAAADag/nJaTIqo_6p4/s72-c/222266_1915360957401_1043265112_2253094_6092601_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-5329979322355639661</id><published>2011-04-28T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:09:13.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am faithful and I am being honest.'/><title type='text'>THE TRUTH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qw9xxrvwsVg/TblmvnlCVGI/AAAAAAAADaY/LaUrFBcU1xw/s1600/215242_1915377797822_1043265112_2253142_2371112_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qw9xxrvwsVg/TblmvnlCVGI/AAAAAAAADaY/LaUrFBcU1xw/s400/215242_1915377797822_1043265112_2253142_2371112_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600620579876131938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My love is still strong and will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; ever fades away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-5329979322355639661?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5329979322355639661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5329979322355639661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/04/truth.html' title='THE TRUTH.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qw9xxrvwsVg/TblmvnlCVGI/AAAAAAAADaY/LaUrFBcU1xw/s72-c/215242_1915377797822_1043265112_2253142_2371112_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-5937020892737746851</id><published>2011-04-23T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:24:33.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE BEST IVE EVER HAD.'/><title type='text'>I need you here :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OsPbfYxMBwk/TbLfTqc-znI/AAAAAAAADaQ/50t3Hmz3x60/s1600/225039_1915420038878_1043265112_2253249_6127950_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OsPbfYxMBwk/TbLfTqc-znI/AAAAAAAADaQ/50t3Hmz3x60/s400/225039_1915420038878_1043265112_2253249_6127950_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598782815681302130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tell me why I'm in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; with this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've hurt him too much. I've been breaking his heart. I'm telling myself that I am not gonna do it again. I am telling myself to make an improvement from now. It takes time to heal &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;'s heart now. No matter what, I am not gonna give up towards my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;. He's been there whenever I need him. He's like my vain and blood right now. Without vain, the blood couldn't show their love. I'm telling him that I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; him, everyday. Yes, without fail right&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we could be like how we used to. I really miss the time we had together. I need your hug, kiss, forehead kiss, shoulder and everything. The most importantly, I need you to be by my side. Please call me as soon as possible &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. I need to hear your voice, like seriously. I told you that I am thinking about us every second right? Yes, without fail &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that I've been thinking of lately. Please be here with me all the way. Be inside my future and till my death. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you always do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;baby boy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Baby, I love you. Abdul Rauf Muhammad Don, you brighten up my days!&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/7793807724768959639-5937020892737746851?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5937020892737746851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5937020892737746851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-need-you-here.html' title='I need you here :('/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OsPbfYxMBwk/TbLfTqc-znI/AAAAAAAADaQ/50t3Hmz3x60/s72-c/225039_1915420038878_1043265112_2253249_6127950_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6375185012289437028</id><published>2011-04-21T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:49:36.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Need You.'/><title type='text'>I love you, forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ol60VTICKzk/TbBCTQFrWQI/AAAAAAAADaI/gvE2i_2xrSA/s1600/205273_1873117661345_1043265112_2194534_8237474_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ol60VTICKzk/TbBCTQFrWQI/AAAAAAAADaI/gvE2i_2xrSA/s400/205273_1873117661345_1043265112_2194534_8237474_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598047235325253890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Only one&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Despite from the fights I had, I told myself to be strong and this is the way of having relationship. All the bad and huge fight that I had, I wanted it to vanished off from my mind and heart. It kills me badly. But who cares now? I am still loving my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sexy Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. He was the one who tries to cheer me up whenever I'm down and correct me when I'm wrong. Sometimes, I don't know how to tell him that I really love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I love you&lt;/span&gt;, it's like common word and I've been saying it for every second, mins, hours. I hope he knows that I really love him and wanting him to do his best. As for now, we had been together for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 1 year 2 months&lt;/span&gt;. See how strong our love is? I hope you do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul Rauf&lt;/span&gt; is the sweetest guy. B, I really need your hug right now. You know I am feeling down right? Yes,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; sayang&lt;/span&gt;, after you read my post, please do call me. I am looking forward for something that I've been waiting for :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you so much Sexy Husband. Gimme a kissy kissy kiss~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Goodnight, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt; I miss bedtime story. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-6375185012289437028?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6375185012289437028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6375185012289437028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-you-forever.html' title='I love you, forever.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ol60VTICKzk/TbBCTQFrWQI/AAAAAAAADaI/gvE2i_2xrSA/s72-c/205273_1873117661345_1043265112_2194534_8237474_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-5768473972251505414</id><published>2011-03-24T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T11:45:22.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqTlSqVo5R4/TYq5dS3aDhI/AAAAAAAADaA/AkqZHs8Bqw0/s1600/197332_171297079586242_100001178528841_356462_1782938_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqTlSqVo5R4/TYq5dS3aDhI/AAAAAAAADaA/AkqZHs8Bqw0/s400/197332_171297079586242_100001178528841_356462_1782938_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587482200638098962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet my cutest boyfriend, &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aw, I really miss blogging so much. So how's my people out there? I hope you guys are leading a happy life. As for me, I really have to work hard for my N this year. It is not pretty easy as you can easy. I've been spending my day in school, most of the time. Meet my girlfriends, guyfriends and my love everyday really give my confident to study. I never want to give up on my studies, never :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you guys asking what am I doing here at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OVERSLEPT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I couldn't hear the alarm clock. I was freaking nervous and called&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; baby&lt;/span&gt;. I apologize to him that I didn't wake him up too! I cried in the morning and kept on saying sorry. I really wanted to meet him in school today. I was excited to meet him last night but thanks to me everything was ruined :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving tomorrow after school. That's the reason why I need my baby so much. I am missing him like crazy already. All I need is his entertainment now. I really need him to call, text me. I am gonna be away for 3 days 2 night. K.L is already waiting for my arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;, please don't miss me too much when I'm away alright? I am sorry if I am gonna break our promises that I won't cry tomorrow when I am leaving. You know me too well right? I cannot be away from you too far~ Please do take care of yourself when I am away. Don't call anyone, don't text anyone. Wahliao, you know later I jealous. How? Hehehe. Baby, it is just thursday and I really need you to entertain me :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;, I miss you, xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year 3 months is not enough&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-5768473972251505414?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5768473972251505414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5768473972251505414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqTlSqVo5R4/TYq5dS3aDhI/AAAAAAAADaA/AkqZHs8Bqw0/s72-c/197332_171297079586242_100001178528841_356462_1782938_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-7203536871184063910</id><published>2011-02-04T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:52:06.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I luv you no matter what.'/><title type='text'>Mixed feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TUwPt_PgR6I/AAAAAAAADZw/i7RwgktzraQ/s1600/181748_1754684820598_1043265112_2024327_324902_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TUwPt_PgR6I/AAAAAAAADZw/i7RwgktzraQ/s320/181748_1754684820598_1043265112_2024327_324902_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569844121895454626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm here waiting, waiting, waiting and waiting. And I felt misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought my days would be better because I could talk to you, text with you, laugh with you, meet you but it seems I'm not too sure about it. I feel like I'm not being appreciated when I'm here in Singapore. For you, I stayed up here and while my cousins were all enjoying. I put myself into effort to do my homework and to hope that you would entertain me. Maybe, you're just too busy with I-don't-know. Or maybe with Family(if this, I would understand..). Sometimes, you're feeling tired without doing something. I just couldn't accept that you are so weak in something. Please be strong luv :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be leaving tomorrow morning. I hope you will have fun without having me in Singapore. Don't miss me when I'm gone baby. But just to let you know, I'll miss you. You knew it. Don't you ever curang with me. Because it breaks my heart so badly. I trust you when I'm gone later. I'm sorry if this post hurt you so badly but you know what? I'm hurt than you do Luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Goodnight, sweet dreams, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite, dream of me, baca doa sebelum tidur. I love you baby cute!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: If you care, please give me a call even though you're tired or not. I would love to hear your voice before I go. :')&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/7793807724768959639-7203536871184063910?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7203536871184063910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7203536871184063910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/02/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TUwPt_PgR6I/AAAAAAAADZw/i7RwgktzraQ/s72-c/181748_1754684820598_1043265112_2024327_324902_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-2504232082307160039</id><published>2011-01-24T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:15:40.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am crying.'/><title type='text'>Every smile I had, there's always torn inside my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TT1O3Z3YHuI/AAAAAAAADZk/TRAcS7jyQZI/s1600/167115_1735980352998_1043265112_1988596_5598926_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TT1O3Z3YHuI/AAAAAAAADZk/TRAcS7jyQZI/s320/167115_1735980352998_1043265112_1988596_5598926_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565691428242726626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's the point of me smiling everyday but still there's always torn inside my heart? I thought everything could make things better but it seems not. Problems keep on approaching me. It scares me whenever I had one. I'm afraid of losing people and more about it. Dealing and keeping promises is not as easy speaking out ABC from your mouth. Keeping promises shows that you love that person and you want to make things right for them. It's the matter of choice, you want to keep it or not. I'm so down that everyday I don't know what to do when the one I love breaking the promises that we had before. I don't know how to react. I don't want to get pissed or upset but it breaks my heart so badly that I feel like crying so badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a serious examinations this year and I don't know how to cope it with my situation like this. My heart won't heal if this situation keep on going. I'm afraid of everything. I'm a big coward girl. I may be laughing all the day long but deep inside my heart.. who knows? Allah knows how I feel. People might think I've been thinking about my own life and everything. But apart of this, don't you know I care about someone so much?! I am always in tears for my own special boyfriend. I cared him so much. I don't want him to repeat the same thing, same mistakes and everything. I don't want him to come to me and say that he regrets again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say how much hurt I've been facing. Everything would just turn into my fault. I just want that someone to know that I really cared about you and loved you so much. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-2504232082307160039?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2504232082307160039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2504232082307160039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/01/every-smile-i-had-theres-always-torn.html' title='Every smile I had, there&apos;s always torn inside my heart.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TT1O3Z3YHuI/AAAAAAAADZk/TRAcS7jyQZI/s72-c/167115_1735980352998_1043265112_1988596_5598926_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6516455887515385295</id><published>2011-01-16T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T02:10:24.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WOOOHOOO.'/><title type='text'>I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TTHhkevjmgI/AAAAAAAADZc/V8dLWV_5i6w/s1600/DSC_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TTHhkevjmgI/AAAAAAAADZc/V8dLWV_5i6w/s320/DSC_0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562475031623342594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you so much for the birthday surprise! Thanks for the balloon that I've been wanting so much for 1 year. And now, I granted it. You told me that I'm the first girlfriend that you would buy for me a cake and also a present. Thank you so much, sayang. I don't know how to thanked you and my friends for this mini celebration. Somehow, I love it too. I want you to know you never failed to make me smile even though we're not in the mood or fighting. Seriously, you're the best I've ever had. I hope our relationship will last forever even though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;nothing is last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; We'll do our best alright? So now, we're at the same level of age! Hehe, wait for your 17th birthday alright? But promise me, we'll study very very very hard for our N level. Achieve our goals first and we'll rock the world(k, merepek nak mampus i..). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Take good care of yourself alright baby? We'll meet on Monday. Okay? And not to forget about my conversation with Spongebob and Mickey? Heheheheh, so pathetic but still you love it a lot, like a lot right? Very cute huh? Ah thank you~ It's already 2:09am right now, sorry I slept so late. I did upload all the pictures for all my friends. I hope you forgive me. It's time for me to sleep baby, I love you a lot. Goodnight, xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;P/s: TURNS 16!&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/7793807724768959639-6516455887515385295?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6516455887515385295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6516455887515385295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-you.html' title='I love you.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TTHhkevjmgI/AAAAAAAADZc/V8dLWV_5i6w/s72-c/DSC_0424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-9148774855224285238</id><published>2011-01-11T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:45:57.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON'T CARE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lain kali jangan buat gitu okay? tengok sekarang semua da kene.&lt;br /&gt;And kau, tak perlu cakap kau tembok sebab kau da memang tembok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-9148774855224285238?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/9148774855224285238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/9148774855224285238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-care.html' title='I DON&apos;T CARE.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-3018960420174224527</id><published>2011-01-02T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:37:19.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gua sayang sama abdul'/><title type='text'>make a wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TSB_d18ZYgI/AAAAAAAADZU/czWMexs_I8M/s1600/2010-12-31%2B20.45.38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TSB_d18ZYgI/AAAAAAAADZU/czWMexs_I8M/s320/2010-12-31%2B20.45.38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557582090848526850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna be good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna study very hard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna make people smile everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna make people laugh with my stupid jokes everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna smile wherever I go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I promise I won't be rude to anyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I promise I will change to be a better person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I promise to be forever with my 7 warriors!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I promise to be forever with my 10 girlfriends!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I promise to be good with my &lt;s&gt;act&lt;/s&gt; cute boyfriend; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abdul Rauf&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm gonna study right after I reach home everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna make my parents proud. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not gonna be good girls gone bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna make my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; smile everyday when he sees my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sheeweeet&lt;/span&gt; smile!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God's willing, I'll never break any rules.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I won't break any promises.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Achieve good results for N level.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna be the happiest girl in 2011.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whoaxzxxz, I'm gonna make all this wishes granted~ Alright the most importantly, I can't wait for my 16th birthday. Oh my god, big girl already~&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/7793807724768959639-3018960420174224527?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3018960420174224527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3018960420174224527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/01/make-wish_02.html' title='make a wish'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TSB_d18ZYgI/AAAAAAAADZU/czWMexs_I8M/s72-c/2010-12-31%2B20.45.38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-638409039420532797</id><published>2011-01-02T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T18:09:05.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest mistake ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TSBOdmTvcqI/AAAAAAAADYc/V4BOiOl4zT4/s1600/2011-01-02%2B17.55.59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TSBOdmTvcqI/AAAAAAAADYc/V4BOiOl4zT4/s320/2011-01-02%2B17.55.59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557528210581713570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm so sorry Nek :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-638409039420532797?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/638409039420532797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/638409039420532797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/01/biggest-mistake-ever.html' title='Biggest mistake ever!'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TSBOdmTvcqI/AAAAAAAADYc/V4BOiOl4zT4/s72-c/2011-01-02%2B17.55.59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-2511801637529937282</id><published>2011-01-01T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:35:38.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TR8CuE3Ew4I/AAAAAAAADYM/aTdY8bmkOOw/s1600/2011-01-01%2B17.07.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TR8CuE3Ew4I/AAAAAAAADYM/aTdY8bmkOOw/s320/2011-01-01%2B17.07.13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557163455800460162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAIN'S POURING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY TEARS ROLLING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wah suka petang 2011, aku dalam kesepian.&lt;br /&gt;Fvck, I hate this feeling!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-2511801637529937282?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2511801637529937282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2511801637529937282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/01/why.html' title='WHY?!'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TR8CuE3Ew4I/AAAAAAAADYM/aTdY8bmkOOw/s72-c/2011-01-01%2B17.07.13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6859835616542074243</id><published>2011-01-01T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:03:31.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my love'/><title type='text'>I trust you and here we are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TR6_vBE1jAI/AAAAAAAADYE/itIBHbY_zO8/s1600/34098_405821982653_664527653_4445865_2670642_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TR6_vBE1jAI/AAAAAAAADYE/itIBHbY_zO8/s320/34098_405821982653_664527653_4445865_2670642_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557089804685249538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first thing in the morning that I woke up, my heart told me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I miss luv&lt;/span&gt;. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2010 has left the both of us. Now it has turn into memories which I will still remember. I can't believe that it's already January and yes, it's our first time saw each other in school right? I could still remember how we text each other and yes, the way we looked at each other. I swear, I miss the old times. All the nick names you called me are so funny and very cute! Getting close with each other is very hard at that moment of time. I hope you get what I mean right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you for 45 minutes before we are getting together, that was hurting but you know I  am fine with it right? It wasn't your fault that your battery's low. I'm sure you know how irritating your phone is. Okay, I'm sorry. From January to October I never failed to call you in the morning. Yes, for what? To wake you up for school! You're slacking for the first 3 months but you're getting better right after that, really. I'm so proud of you that you couldn't see it thought. Am I right baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February will be our 1 year being together. Aw, do you think it's damn fast? Even our problems brings us down(very very very down..) we never failed to trust each other. Jealousy, heart break everything, wah, I could still remember all this. No matter how hurt we are, it's still our memories that we should remember. Our bad or good, somehow it's ended with a good love life. You told me you love your new changes and please tell me you're gonna stick to be like this forever okay? Don't ever ever disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's back to our study time! We must get new goals and achieve what we wanted alright? Both of us had promise to study hard. Remember our finger promises? Hehe, I swear it's cute! As you can see, all update is all about you. Now reply me through messages if you could feel that I love you so much. Because I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: We have to run this year again, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-6859835616542074243?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6859835616542074243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6859835616542074243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-trust-you-and-here-we-are.html' title='I trust you and here we are.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TR6_vBE1jAI/AAAAAAAADYE/itIBHbY_zO8/s72-c/34098_405821982653_664527653_4445865_2670642_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-2269480588905577172</id><published>2011-01-01T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:37:14.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xoxo.'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TR4UcUUWe8I/AAAAAAAADX8/R7lwTx-OiPE/s1600/66447_1581595653477_1043265112_1677494_5064099_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TR4UcUUWe8I/AAAAAAAADX8/R7lwTx-OiPE/s320/66447_1581595653477_1043265112_1677494_5064099_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556901466944732098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's countdown to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;! Hehehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love all of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-2269480588905577172?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2269480588905577172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2269480588905577172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-baby.html' title='Happy New Year baby.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TR4UcUUWe8I/AAAAAAAADX8/R7lwTx-OiPE/s72-c/66447_1581595653477_1043265112_1677494_5064099_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6168691020136704744</id><published>2011-01-01T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:31:07.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LONG HAIR.'/><title type='text'>HI MEET MY 2 NEW GIRLZ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TR4TKuwtjQI/AAAAAAAADX0/DQMPA9UN10k/s1600/164331_1655405438247_1630418026_1454930_2740208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TR4TKuwtjQI/AAAAAAAADX0/DQMPA9UN10k/s320/164331_1655405438247_1630418026_1454930_2740208_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556900065293733122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi my 2 beautiful babes! Hehehe, xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-6168691020136704744?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6168691020136704744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6168691020136704744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-meet-my-2-new-girlz.html' title='HI MEET MY 2 NEW GIRLZ.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TR4TKuwtjQI/AAAAAAAADX0/DQMPA9UN10k/s72-c/164331_1655405438247_1630418026_1454930_2740208_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-291299222869014648</id><published>2010-12-31T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:37:09.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AM I.'/><title type='text'>I'm a bad girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TR14N8iffjI/AAAAAAAADXs/9EIrM4StQOU/s1600/tumblr_lcyv43R7hW1qbr1mdo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TR14N8iffjI/AAAAAAAADXs/9EIrM4StQOU/s320/tumblr_lcyv43R7hW1qbr1mdo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556729696229490226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imma bad girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why is it so hard for someone to understand me? I know I'm not as perfect as a good granddaughter that you expected. But this is me, you can't change the way I am. I wanna be like, so what? It's my life. I didn't interfere your life but why must you? Is it wrong for me to keep quiet? If I make a lot of noise, you are fvcking irritated with it. Then I wanna go out, also cannot. What is this? At least I still have the intention to get them the foods! And they went back home without telling me?! My heart is fvcking pain and when I got home you are fvcked up with me?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So today is the New Year Eve and I'm fvcking annoyed with everything, yes everything! You want me to eat those 5 packets right?! Yes, I could but without water k. I'll chocked and die. Your life would be much more easier and you have your greatest granddaughter, which is my sister. You prefer her than me, so just wait for her comeback k? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sorry if I shouted at you. But I swear my heart broke into pieces too! :'( I wish there's someone who could call me up and talk to me nicely when I'm feeling fucked up right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To whoever wants to enjoy this fucked up new year eve, get going. I'm living my own life! Take care, suckers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/s: I love you, Rauf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-291299222869014648?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/291299222869014648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/291299222869014648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-bad-girl.html' title='I&apos;m a bad girl.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TR14N8iffjI/AAAAAAAADXs/9EIrM4StQOU/s72-c/tumblr_lcyv43R7hW1qbr1mdo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-415470757333853866</id><published>2010-12-29T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:12:45.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senyuman manis dibawah angin..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TRsJWRjlpFI/AAAAAAAADXk/InXQkmaFHkw/s1600/2010-12-29%2B15.24.20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TRsJWRjlpFI/AAAAAAAADXk/InXQkmaFHkw/s320/2010-12-29%2B15.24.20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556044843566081106" /&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-415470757333853866?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/415470757333853866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/415470757333853866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/12/senyuman-manis-dibawah-angin.html' title='Senyuman manis dibawah angin..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TRsJWRjlpFI/AAAAAAAADXk/InXQkmaFHkw/s72-c/2010-12-29%2B15.24.20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-3796146662079333924</id><published>2010-12-28T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T18:27:59.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KILL ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TRm4eB5YfpI/AAAAAAAADXc/j1XIy-4_C4k/s1600/165258_1691814488879_1043265112_1892715_6695053_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TRm4eB5YfpI/AAAAAAAADXc/j1XIy-4_C4k/s320/165258_1691814488879_1043265112_1892715_6695053_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555674441382919826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;luv luv luv, spongebob!&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TILL THE END....&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/7793807724768959639-3796146662079333924?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3796146662079333924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3796146662079333924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/12/kill-me.html' title='KILL ME.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TRm4eB5YfpI/AAAAAAAADXc/j1XIy-4_C4k/s72-c/165258_1691814488879_1043265112_1892715_6695053_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-4334464205592538404</id><published>2010-12-22T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T14:23:36.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;re still inside my heart.'/><title type='text'>Even if you are far away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TRGTcbHwhXI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Y9K1Olh_H-o/s1600/2010-12-15%2B20.33.39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TRGTcbHwhXI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Y9K1Olh_H-o/s320/2010-12-15%2B20.33.39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553381932050449778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 days without you is like the world gonna end soon. I told myself that you're gonna be okay and I'll be just fine too! Phone was really in silent without you. I was excited when it comes to Tuesday(yesterday). I can't wait for your arrival. Like seriously, very excited about it. You know how I would react when I'm very excited right? Hehe. I waited for you till midnight. And I told myself, you're not gonna come back tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I phone vibrates at 12:08am! Hehehe, surprisingly, it was you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;! I don't know I react, oh my god. Only god &amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt; knows how I react that midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning, I forced myself to wake up. Need to help my mum to get something. Now, it's already 2:17pm, I think &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; haven't woke up yet. Aw, it's okay. Right now, I'm trying to get my assignments done. But you know what? It doesn't get into my head. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for you Best Buddy, relax your mind alright? Don't think too much. I'm sure you'll find a better one! Gain your love back and tell her what you dislike. Every relationship there's must be a jealousy. Be patience with each other attitude, understand, everything. Sometimes, it hurts but what to do? It's love. Take care of yourself when you're off to KL this Friday. Hehehe, and yes, you remembered my birthday! Meet soon aye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sayang&lt;/span&gt;, jumpa as soon as possible please. I miss you very badly. Spongebob misses you too! Call me when you're awake alright gemuk? I love you a lot please. And not to forget, gimme hugs when we meet alright? :D I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Rindu punya pasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-4334464205592538404?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4334464205592538404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4334464205592538404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/12/even-if-you-are-far-away.html' title='Even if you are far away...'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TRGTcbHwhXI/AAAAAAAADXQ/Y9K1Olh_H-o/s72-c/2010-12-15%2B20.33.39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6920297660664119404</id><published>2010-12-15T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:50:31.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rindu Abdul Rauf.'/><title type='text'>I miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TQhHr9Z9-0I/AAAAAAAADXI/ZtXOFHVWFXY/s1600/61651_436750547653_664527653_5164795_1537846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TQhHr9Z9-0I/AAAAAAAADXI/ZtXOFHVWFXY/s320/61651_436750547653_664527653_5164795_1537846_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550765361277565762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aw, I miss this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cute-irritating-gemuk-boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss you, my bloggy blog! Hehe, I'm sorry for not updating. Well, my laptop is still not okay and I'm fvcking angry about it. My laptop is nowhere now. Holiday doesn't make me happy though. There's a lot of homework need to be done and I still have not touch it yet. Sucks, holidays gonna end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do at home. My phone is forever on silent. No message/no calls. All I have to do is stare my phone and waiting for anyone to text me. Misery do always kill people and it sucks a lot I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-6920297660664119404?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6920297660664119404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6920297660664119404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TQhHr9Z9-0I/AAAAAAAADXI/ZtXOFHVWFXY/s72-c/61651_436750547653_664527653_5164795_1537846_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-5642905457786602807</id><published>2010-11-14T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T17:12:44.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'RE THE ONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TN-m7gIlVCI/AAAAAAAADXA/ybzbLbqhfVQ/s1600/2010-11-13%2B21.52.59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TN-m7gIlVCI/AAAAAAAADXA/ybzbLbqhfVQ/s320/2010-11-13%2B21.52.59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539329607857427490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TN-m61B9h_I/AAAAAAAADW4/AcNrpfmmIk0/s1600/2010-11-13%2B21.54.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TN-m61B9h_I/AAAAAAAADW4/AcNrpfmmIk0/s320/2010-11-13%2B21.54.34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539329596286928882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TN-m6IbxKBI/AAAAAAAADWw/RULyJ-WIVeY/s1600/2010-11-13%2B21.59.22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TN-m6IbxKBI/AAAAAAAADWw/RULyJ-WIVeY/s320/2010-11-13%2B21.59.22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539329584315574290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TN-m5x8huSI/AAAAAAAADWo/LqB4YspTLcs/s1600/2010-11-13%2B22.14.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TN-m5x8huSI/AAAAAAAADWo/LqB4YspTLcs/s320/2010-11-13%2B22.14.13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539329578278959394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 9TH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-5642905457786602807?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5642905457786602807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5642905457786602807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-one.html' title='YOU&apos;RE THE ONE.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TN-m7gIlVCI/AAAAAAAADXA/ybzbLbqhfVQ/s72-c/2010-11-13%2B21.52.59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-2807164808582643489</id><published>2010-11-01T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T12:09:00.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MIA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-2807164808582643489?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2807164808582643489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2807164808582643489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/11/everything-is-different.html' title=''/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-3643989281085160831</id><published>2010-10-31T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:39:43.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waalaikumsalam.'/><title type='text'>Assalamualaikum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TM0nPvWMwEI/AAAAAAAADWg/aptLe8DqTmQ/s1600/66390_467897626504_764891504_5195359_2794631_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TM0nPvWMwEI/AAAAAAAADWg/aptLe8DqTmQ/s320/66390_467897626504_764891504_5195359_2794631_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534122668469305410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do I look different in specs? Ok ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A very good afternoon to everyone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sunday morning doesn't start with a good one. Thanks to all the nagging and shouting at home, alright? I don't know when all the blaming can stop. I'm sick &amp;amp; tired of everything already. It's holiday so stop making me feel so stress. I wanna relax and I don't want to have any problems with family/friends/relationship during this holiday please. &amp;amp; this is the reason why I wanna MIA myself. I changed my mind because I don't want my dearest &amp;amp; friends to be upset or disappointed with me. Not to forget it could lead to fights too. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ayah for sending me to school. Meet my bitches and I didn't talk a lot today. I don't know why. I just feel like shutting my mouth and pay attention(?) Exams is around the corner. It falls on 14 November. I think I'm gonna retain this year. Oh Allah, please no. My bitches planned to go picnic. But I-don't-know when because when they were planning I was dreaming. And it always been like that. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on my way walking to bustop, saw Sister inside the bus. Ugh, she with her irritating face waving at me. Sigh, she's going Marina Bay Sands. Now, I'm stuck at home doing nothing. Just had my very late lunch. But am still feeling hungry. I've been complaining about hunger to Ifah since yesterday. Right babe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;'s messages/calls. Am starting to miss him already, very badly. I don't know to express how much I missed him everyday. Gosh, I really need to meet him. If you're free, please meet up alright? I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you gemuk sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Oh oh&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; saranghae&lt;/span&gt;, Abdul Rauf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-3643989281085160831?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3643989281085160831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3643989281085160831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/10/assalamualaikum.html' title='Assalamualaikum.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TM0nPvWMwEI/AAAAAAAADWg/aptLe8DqTmQ/s72-c/66390_467897626504_764891504_5195359_2794631_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6749137052837914583</id><published>2010-10-30T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T13:42:52.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TO BE WITH YOU.'/><title type='text'>WE PROMISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TMurYGC342I/AAAAAAAADWQ/CZjKFVFHagE/s1600/67425_1610150647334_1043265112_1731021_297226_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TMurYGC342I/AAAAAAAADWQ/CZjKFVFHagE/s320/67425_1610150647334_1043265112_1731021_297226_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533704997582660450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; him in&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; him in his &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;studies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TMurXywFNwI/AAAAAAAADWI/kQNWY8PiBEA/s1600/67425_1610150567332_1043265112_1731019_2151840_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TMurXywFNwI/AAAAAAAADWI/kQNWY8PiBEA/s320/67425_1610150567332_1043265112_1731019_2151840_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533704992403568386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He always acted cute but deep inside my heart he is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TMurXzGys4I/AAAAAAAADWA/1U_tKurUQuY/s1600/40714_1610148807288_1043265112_1731011_1851324_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TMurXzGys4I/AAAAAAAADWA/1U_tKurUQuY/s320/40714_1610148807288_1043265112_1731011_1851324_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533704992498824066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love's favorite &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;color&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TMurXkGnZzI/AAAAAAAADV4/LC3CiwGCYE4/s1600/73629_1610152607383_1043265112_1731030_4917371_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TMurXkGnZzI/AAAAAAAADV4/LC3CiwGCYE4/s320/73629_1610152607383_1043265112_1731030_4917371_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533704988471551794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first time I knew him and the first picture I got from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TMuqk_MhB0I/AAAAAAAADVw/y55C0XZqCj4/s1600/73127_1609649914816_1043265112_1730430_8328785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TMuqk_MhB0I/AAAAAAAADVw/y55C0XZqCj4/s320/73127_1609649914816_1043265112_1730430_8328785_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533704119570728770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE PROMISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TMuqknYk_2I/AAAAAAAADVo/y6gHqjjZD-c/s1600/73840_1609660715086_1043265112_1730449_5844144_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TMuqknYk_2I/AAAAAAAADVo/y6gHqjjZD-c/s320/73840_1609660715086_1043265112_1730449_5844144_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533704113178869602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7 warriors will stick &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lot of things need to be mention here. I'm sorry for not posting. A lot of dates are missing right now. I'm so sorry if my blog looks dead. I couldn't get the chance to on the laptop because it isn't mine. So, if I get chance, I would post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 October 2010 was a very sad day. We are happily get our results but one of us got to be repeated. So all of us got the same emotion which is sad. Look at our 3 years friend crying, my tears rolled down too. You got to be strong alright. You have to promise us you'll do so much better than us next year! We&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; promise&lt;/span&gt; that we will be by your side, friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here also wanna say congratulations to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dear boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; for getting promoted. I was really happy for you. Everyday I told you that you'll pass! There's nothing to be worried of because I can see that you really changed this year. When you listen to me, you study right? See, your results really making you real happy right&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;? All our promises all these while are still hanging on right? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, you can see for yourself that your family member are really happy for you. So am I. They are so proud of you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt;. Now, our promises doesn't end here. We still got to do very well next year as we're facing our N level. Let's have another study date, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you really enjoyed yesterday's out. Even for sometime both of us moody or whatever so. We are really clumsy yesterday right? We even fight for directions! Haha, I really can't forget all of that. Now, yesterday's outing has become an another memories for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months of holidays are here for us. It would be very &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;difficult&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me to survive. I couldn't get to meet love everyday like I used to in school. I couldn't get to meet my friends too. I've told some of them that I would be MIA for this 2 months. And they said NO. If you guys doesn't want to see me MIA, please at least give me a text/calls alright? I'll miss each and everyone of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than 2 weeks, I didn't even get a chance to talk to my 3 friends. I hope you guys know who you are. I really miss you guys so much. Please talk, don't you guys feel the hurts too? Good luck to the 3 of you alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, assignments are still waiting for me to touch them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I wanted to do our homework(s) together. I'm really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt;, don't forget your promises! Bring me go jogging this 2 months holiday! Okay, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I'll miss my boyfriend badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-6749137052837914583?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6749137052837914583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6749137052837914583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-promise.html' title='WE PROMISE'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TMurYGC342I/AAAAAAAADWQ/CZjKFVFHagE/s72-c/67425_1610150647334_1043265112_1731021_297226_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-799102715301609291</id><published>2010-10-27T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:33:41.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird post.'/><title type='text'>macam mana nak lepaskan rindu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I MISS YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told you everyday, every single message. Tell me what does this means&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants the old them and doesn't want the new them. Let's pray for the best~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Abdul, see you tomorrow okay. *winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Love my gemuk boyfriend.&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/7793807724768959639-799102715301609291?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/799102715301609291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/799102715301609291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/10/macam-mana-nak-lepaskan-rindu.html' title='macam mana nak lepaskan rindu?'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-487260186220972444</id><published>2010-10-14T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:28:26.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And it was awesome.'/><title type='text'>8th was there yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TLaEDGk0YYI/AAAAAAAADVg/FiwAsbdzi7o/s1600/DSC01465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TLaEDGk0YYI/AAAAAAAADVg/FiwAsbdzi7o/s320/DSC01465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527750781483377026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's already &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8th&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;taken on 1210&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Laughter, Joy, Happy, Cheerful are all combined yesterday. Even though I find my day yesterday was really irritating but it ends with a very good day. Everyone wants to be happy but when it comes to fights/break ups everyone would be turning upside down and got nowhere to turn to. Even if it hurts, just keep on trusting the person that you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to thanked Abdul for the day, yesterday. Thanks for treating me and everything. I really appreciate that. And I hope our relationship wouldn't be crashing down like it used to. Smile everyday and am sure it will be alright ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all my papers are done. Design &amp;amp; Technology was my last paper. Oh my god, I should have revise more than what I expected! School was very peaceful without the lower secs and some of the upper secs. My life just now was very peaceful and very bored. It's okay, I'm cool with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed home alone and now it's only 12:25pm. Ugh, what am I supposed to do today? Macam no life eh hari ni. K byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezxzxzx. I'm still waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul &lt;/span&gt;to reply my messages! Oh come on,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; lovey love love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whoever feel the pinched: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K ah gang, aku sekarang da malas nak layan satu satu punya perangai. Tak suka atau suka, cakap. Please ah, jangan suke simpan. Hmph, gini uh manusia. Tak pernah nak maafkan orang lain. Takpe k gang, korang pelan-pelan kayuh carik orang lebih baik dari aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; Abdul Rauf, please please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-487260186220972444?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/487260186220972444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/487260186220972444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/10/8th-was-there-yesterday.html' title='8th was there yesterday.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TLaEDGk0YYI/AAAAAAAADVg/FiwAsbdzi7o/s72-c/DSC01465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-7618770362388918053</id><published>2010-10-12T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:26:46.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like that ah.'/><title type='text'>tomorrow 8th, how?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TLQLqDlAKII/AAAAAAAADVQ/nNQTMkQAt0k/s1600/DSC01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TLQLqDlAKII/AAAAAAAADVQ/nNQTMkQAt0k/s320/DSC01445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527055459833358466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My-lips-is-so-the-tak-perlu.&lt;br /&gt;Gedikkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking down at you guys? I'm not. I'm just stating the facts right now. It's been 3 years, I've been waiting for that only one changes. Don't just talk about my attitude or other people attitude. Everyone is still the same. Enduring for 3 years? I'm sure I have a lot of patience in me. How disappointed I can be? Very disappointed. I've known you guys for 3 years and I know each and everyone's attitude. When there's something bad happens, I know because I could read from the faces. I'm sure Fatin, knows what I'm talking about. Right girl? Remember last year? I could read your mind? Hehe, that was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm not talking about all my friends but some of them. I don't care if you guys think I'm talking right behind your back which is at my blog. Well, who feel the pinched, yes that's you who made this mistake. I don't want to say who and I don't want to point who. Black mailing on my own friends? No, am not. I'm doing this because I love them very much. There's no point of me talking to them. Because you know why? I feel like I'm a fucking wall. Thank you very much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I miss my 10 girlfriends. How? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: When everyone got separated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-7618770362388918053?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7618770362388918053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7618770362388918053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/10/tomorrow-8th-how.html' title='tomorrow 8th, how?'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TLQLqDlAKII/AAAAAAAADVQ/nNQTMkQAt0k/s72-c/DSC01445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-3473609551995108133</id><published>2010-10-06T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T17:59:00.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apa jeling jeling korek mata kau baru tahu. AGAS'/><title type='text'>You are the one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKxF7AOz3TI/AAAAAAAADVA/6yfefghricg/s1600/DSC01378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKxF7AOz3TI/AAAAAAAADVA/6yfefghricg/s320/DSC01378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524867722853473586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't he look like a good boy studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKxF69jhlhI/AAAAAAAADU4/7hkrQqjX6Ig/s1600/DSC01426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKxF69jhlhI/AAAAAAAADU4/7hkrQqjX6Ig/s320/DSC01426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524867722135049746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because I'm not afraid to wear PJ's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How's my school today? It was fucking bored. I just don't feel that my people are around me. I've got no mood to study if my class are not Full House. Half of the class wasn't in school. I'm so disappointed. Somehow, I tried my best to get concentrate. And that's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no English &amp;amp; Maths lesson just now. How great was that?! Okay no, my English papers and Maths papers are not over yet! So, there's no way for me to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurray hurray&lt;/span&gt;! Class interaction, was pretty bored. Wasn't paying attention at all. I was pissed with my phone because it kept on restarting. Sigh, maklumla sudah 4 tahun itu handphone. Sayang sama dia itu pasal tidak mahu tukar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went out with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. I'm very hungry, I tell you. Both of us home sweet home. Right now, I'm waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; to talk to me through Msn. I'm very very bored. Listener messaged me and he said that he &amp;amp; Fiqri wants to go rooftop. I'm sorry guys, I need a rest today. And I don't think I could make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I really miss Syaziani &amp;amp; Aisyah. I feel that we're going separate ways :'( But I could feel that Syaziani is still by my side when I need her. Aw, thanks Macter's daughter. Please get well soon too! Love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pst &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt;, I know you're gonna read my post! Wink wink, hurry lei. Called me right after we go offline alright? I love you ah &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Rauf&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Epik High.&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/7793807724768959639-3473609551995108133?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3473609551995108133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3473609551995108133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-are-one.html' title='You are the one.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKxF7AOz3TI/AAAAAAAADVA/6yfefghricg/s72-c/DSC01378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-9203401256664389386</id><published>2010-10-04T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T15:01:02.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real badly.'/><title type='text'>I really need you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKl6D6vAeSI/AAAAAAAADUw/11VSWH6KgYU/s1600/2010-08-10_18-29-29_149_Singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKl6D6vAeSI/AAAAAAAADUw/11VSWH6KgYU/s320/2010-08-10_18-29-29_149_Singapore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524080625671239970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi, what are you doing? I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Papers? Don't ask me about it. I think I really did badly for my final year. I don't know why I was being so playful this time. I was really pissed off with myself because I couldn't do my English Paper 1. If for my Social Studies, I could at least understand as I don't really like it. But my English Paper?! Ugh, I really did my essay out of point. I don't know why I didn't revise the day before the paper! I hate myself for this. Friends, please be disappoint with me :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, straight away went out. Asper normal, Me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; doesn't know where to go. At last, we went back home. Thanks for sending me back home. ;) Right now, I'm really hungry. I don't know whether grandma cook or not. Sigh, can anyone accompany me have my late lunch? :'( Aku sumpah lapar gile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to do right now. Sigh anyone text/call? It's gonna rain soon, anyone miss me? Hehehe, I bet &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; miss me. Right right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tomorrow what Day? Please text me anyone about it. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Siapa nak ajak aku makan? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-9203401256664389386?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/9203401256664389386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/9203401256664389386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-really-need-you.html' title='I really need you.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKl6D6vAeSI/AAAAAAAADUw/11VSWH6KgYU/s72-c/2010-08-10_18-29-29_149_Singapore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-5877206334460301804</id><published>2010-10-03T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T13:31:08.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THIS FEELING.'/><title type='text'>FUCKING IRRITATING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I WANT TO STOP THINKING NEGATIVE THOUGHTS! IT'S FUCKING IRRITATING AND IT'S FUCKING MAKING ME WORRIED. I HATE MYSELF FOR THIS. I SWEAR, I WANT TO STOP. GOD, PLEASE HELP ME! :'( IT'S HURTING ME! NO NO, I DON'T WANT TO BLAME ANYONE FOR THIS BUT BLAME MYSELF. SIGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Abdul Rauf Bin Muhammad Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/s: If you guys were me..&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/7793807724768959639-5877206334460301804?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5877206334460301804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5877206334460301804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/10/fucking-irritating.html' title='FUCKING IRRITATING.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-9068891705953166217</id><published>2010-10-02T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:54:26.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Besok Sunday.'/><title type='text'>What a Saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKdBcaf69pI/AAAAAAAADUo/_6KRPTPRTI0/s1600/61276_151124671593998_100000893972447_257835_5139899_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKdBcaf69pI/AAAAAAAADUo/_6KRPTPRTI0/s320/61276_151124671593998_100000893972447_257835_5139899_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523455424398554770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rindu budak kiri, Rindu budak kanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why I woke up quite early today. I was asleep around 3am last night. But thanks to the Pearl Necklace I could sleep. After I woke up, Sister's friend went back home already. I cooked myself Maggie for my late breakfast.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So-not-healthy&lt;/span&gt; for me. I don't know what to cook already, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept quite and played Sister's laptop and at last she woke up. Ugh kantoi. I don't know what to do right after that. I make my own small book which contain something. Half way doing it, I fall asleep. Thanks to Syaziani phone call I was awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing, my girl?! I missed you, you know. Hehe, I was lazy actually want to talk on the phone but at last, we had a very long talk and great one! ;) She told me that she wants to go Town this coming 15th. We'll see how okay my dear friend? I can't promise you first. But for sure, I'll confirm with you before the day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; called my house too. I had a great talk with him too. Aw, rindu okay da cukup. He told me that he needs to go somewhere else and my voice changed. I don't know why but I told him I'll be okay after that. We promised something and we hanged up :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what do. And received a phone call from Syazwan &amp;amp; Listener. They wanted to meet but I told them see first. At last, I told Listener that I'm craving for Long John Silver and he agreed to eat at Lot 1. Wait for Listener is like waiting for the rain. From 7:15 to almost 8 eh aku tunggu :P. But anyways thanks for the accompany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me everything about his ex-es. Pity but yet funny. Waited for Syazwan and we head to Rooftop. Talked about whatever happens last night and what would happen to myself. Whatever it is guys, I hope it doesn't happen to me okay? Please pray hard :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them send me back home. While walking they were imitate how A shouted last night. I can't stop laughing. HAHAHA. Anyway, thanks for sending me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm still waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;'s news. Sigh, why didn't you reply my messages from Ikram's phone? :'( Please call me whenever you're free. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, my head was bleeding just now. It hurts, man. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: masih jealous, ada uh juga sikit.&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/7793807724768959639-9068891705953166217?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/9068891705953166217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/9068891705953166217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-saturday.html' title='What a Saturday.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKdBcaf69pI/AAAAAAAADUo/_6KRPTPRTI0/s72-c/61276_151124671593998_100000893972447_257835_5139899_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-198978141808493506</id><published>2010-10-02T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:05:44.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanya dia aku sayangi.'/><title type='text'>ugh jealousy strikes lei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKYNIo6ivWI/AAAAAAAADUg/uCGhAZ2S2ls/s1600/61670_151122728260859_100000893972447_257758_7365679_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKYNIo6ivWI/AAAAAAAADUg/uCGhAZ2S2ls/s320/61670_151122728260859_100000893972447_257758_7365679_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523116435089571170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M-A-R-R-I-E-D.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For 7 months and coming 8 months soon&lt;/span&gt;..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malay Paper is down. I don't know what to say for that paper. I can't say it was hard or easy. Whatever it is, I really prayed hard that I would passed this paper. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; and Listener for following me to IMM to see what's wrong with my SIM card. I swear I don't know what happened. Ugh, I just have to wait for Sunday, going with my parents. I had a lunch with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, Listener &amp;amp; Syazwan. Saw my Uztazah and I hide myself. Oh my god, sumpah takut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to go Goodview to slack around. Finally, I get to watch Sunset with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; and the rest. Fiqri came right after that. They went to buy food then we eat together. We talked about a lot of things but it all related to our life. We didn't talked about friends or whoever. Heheh, how awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; wanted to get something from Yi Chou. So all of us followed as Listener &amp;amp; Fiqri wants to go home. Meet Yi Chou, Paul &amp;amp; Wan. Right after that planned to go take USB cable but then nevermind. Finally, we planned to send Listener home first then Fiqri. At last, there's something bad happened. Oh my god, my heart can't stop beating so fast. Syazwan was scared until he kept on running around -_-" Macam budak apa la kau ni. Got some slow talk with a girl then I hope they settled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send Fiqri home first then Listener. Me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Syazwan don't know where to go. They followed me go my house first because I want to get a change. Then around 10:30pm off to Rooftop again. Slacked around with 2 people and then home nearly 12am. Right now, I'm super bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister went out for supper and family isn't in Singapore. How awesome?! I'm starting to miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; badly. Please call me my house tomorrow. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please don't call/text my boyfriend already please. Jealousy strikes me la. Ish tendang nak? :D Abdul jangan marah. &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/7793807724768959639-198978141808493506?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/198978141808493506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/198978141808493506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/10/ugh-jealousy-strikes-lei.html' title='ugh jealousy strikes lei.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKYNIo6ivWI/AAAAAAAADUg/uCGhAZ2S2ls/s72-c/61670_151122728260859_100000893972447_257758_7365679_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-8125115103189540643</id><published>2010-09-30T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T16:06:56.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And I&apos;m sorry.'/><title type='text'>I'm wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKRBKV1DSHI/AAAAAAAADUY/vmVH-w8bBCM/s1600/33892_151122398260892_100000893972447_257742_8218466_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKRBKV1DSHI/AAAAAAAADUY/vmVH-w8bBCM/s320/33892_151122398260892_100000893972447_257742_8218466_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522610688977225842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything gonna be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that my day wouldn't be great. A lot of things happened in the morning. Firstly, I lost my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt; File which contains a lot of my revision worksheet. I was so fucked up and went to Rooftop in the morning just to check on it. I was very worried till I couldn't control my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged myself to school and I was very pissed with myself. I don't know what to do but just kept quite. Things get worst right after that. It's between me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;regretted&lt;/span&gt; saying the things I shouldn't said to him. I don't know what to do but just go with the flow. Teachers/Friends kept on asking me to cool down and cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that I was expecting to be with me, wasn't with me. I tried to smile for all my lessons but my tears couldn't stop flowing. Ms Ong asked me why I looked so down? And I just smiled and said thank you to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaziani came to me and I started to cry very badly infront of her. She kept on nagging at me and which I feel like closing my ears. Listened to whatever she advice me. Thanks for the lap yeah Syaz. Her shorts was fulled of my tears. I'm sorry. My health doesn't look great and all of them went to Polyclinic. Saw different people, different attitude and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Fiqri, Syaziani &amp;amp; Listener for talking to him and thanks Syazwan for the advice. I know you guys tried to cheer me up in a lot of ways but it doesn't help right? I need to take time to cool down myself and smile whenever I want to. But you know, thanks anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listener send me back home because he was scared that bangla ikut -_- Haha, no. He wants to take 945 then 106 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet them for study later. I shall get myself ready and won't be home late tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having Malay Paper, tomorrow. Wish me luck then ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I love you.&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/7793807724768959639-8125115103189540643?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/8125115103189540643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/8125115103189540643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-wrong.html' title='I&apos;m wrong.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TKRBKV1DSHI/AAAAAAAADUY/vmVH-w8bBCM/s72-c/33892_151122398260892_100000893972447_257742_8218466_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6652736689659163893</id><published>2010-09-26T19:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T19:30:43.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love Abdul Rauf can can.'/><title type='text'>Picture Updation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8r2wbd6VI/AAAAAAAADUQ/srhL6DnP5GY/s1600/61009_151123961594069_100000893972447_257791_2066500_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8r2wbd6VI/AAAAAAAADUQ/srhL6DnP5GY/s320/61009_151123961594069_100000893972447_257791_2066500_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521179887892556114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sumpah comel, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8r2sT2saI/AAAAAAAADUI/iu02vjEHKfw/s1600/61276_151124658260666_100000893972447_257831_604567_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8r2sT2saI/AAAAAAAADUI/iu02vjEHKfw/s320/61276_151124658260666_100000893972447_257831_604567_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521179886786884002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, my Abdul~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rld8zRGI/AAAAAAAADUA/DO7Q6DpeKL4/s1600/63294_151123878260744_100000893972447_257787_4958685_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rld8zRGI/AAAAAAAADUA/DO7Q6DpeKL4/s320/63294_151123878260744_100000893972447_257787_4958685_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521179590874317922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kau buat banyak dosa dekat aku, aku kena mintak maaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rlFxNJzI/AAAAAAAADT4/IWaGBVKnk_s/s1600/63294_151123864927412_100000893972447_257783_7700892_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rlFxNJzI/AAAAAAAADT4/IWaGBVKnk_s/s320/63294_151123864927412_100000893972447_257783_7700892_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521179584383231794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAH, peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rks6PWiI/AAAAAAAADTw/1A1cfqk5L6Q/s1600/63294_151123858260746_100000893972447_257781_4726020_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rks6PWiI/AAAAAAAADTw/1A1cfqk5L6Q/s320/63294_151123858260746_100000893972447_257781_4726020_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521179577710238242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet my Listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rkYEUXuI/AAAAAAAADTo/AwrCW7u1Yqo/s1600/62901_151122951594170_100000893972447_257773_5595174_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rkYEUXuI/AAAAAAAADTo/AwrCW7u1Yqo/s320/62901_151122951594170_100000893972447_257773_5595174_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521179572115365602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listener, Auntie, Son, Me, Abdul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rUNrVwII/AAAAAAAADTg/2PPHjlPC_-8/s1600/62901_151122931594172_100000893972447_257768_8036332_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rUNrVwII/AAAAAAAADTg/2PPHjlPC_-8/s320/62901_151122931594172_100000893972447_257768_8036332_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521179294448337026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rTzsh1JI/AAAAAAAADTY/0ROUvhQqskI/s1600/62036_151122394927559_100000893972447_257741_7351067_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rTzsh1JI/AAAAAAAADTY/0ROUvhQqskI/s320/62036_151122394927559_100000893972447_257741_7351067_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521179287474001042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet my son, v v v big already -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rTaRJBdI/AAAAAAAADTQ/kCWAFXRcELk/s1600/61276_151124668260665_100000893972447_257834_1256093_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rTaRJBdI/AAAAAAAADTQ/kCWAFXRcELk/s320/61276_151124668260665_100000893972447_257834_1256093_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521179280648242642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Budak jakun gini uh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rTJX_8WI/AAAAAAAADTI/ugaEMuDdNO4/s1600/61172_151122944927504_100000893972447_257772_8308464_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rTJX_8WI/AAAAAAAADTI/ugaEMuDdNO4/s320/61172_151122944927504_100000893972447_257772_8308464_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521179276113604962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Son and Dad, Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rS_4xfdI/AAAAAAAADTA/CCds0enw6bg/s1600/61151_151122561594209_100000893972447_257748_5340302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8rS_4xfdI/AAAAAAAADTA/CCds0enw6bg/s320/61151_151122561594209_100000893972447_257748_5340302_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521179273566715346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's the best, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8q5mzjImI/AAAAAAAADS4/Tf5OxkfN6wQ/s1600/61009_151123971594068_100000893972447_257794_2995380_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8q5mzjImI/AAAAAAAADS4/Tf5OxkfN6wQ/s320/61009_151123971594068_100000893972447_257794_2995380_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521178837337186914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiqri Sazali &amp;amp; Ikram Hassan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8q4wAz9VI/AAAAAAAADSw/adIKBPpxD6Y/s1600/60201_151122568260875_100000893972447_257750_4488052_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8q4wAz9VI/AAAAAAAADSw/adIKBPpxD6Y/s320/60201_151122568260875_100000893972447_257750_4488052_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521178822628865362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet my new girlzxzxzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;(Don't be racist, people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8q4Xt-3TI/AAAAAAAADSo/TPZgSS98JUo/s1600/33935_151124151594050_100000893972447_257804_2742311_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8q4Xt-3TI/AAAAAAAADSo/TPZgSS98JUo/s320/33935_151124151594050_100000893972447_257804_2742311_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521178816107437362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though we're out of people but still we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8q3xZmY-I/AAAAAAAADSg/TXcXG1V5hQs/s1600/33892_151122398260892_100000893972447_257742_8218466_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8q3xZmY-I/AAAAAAAADSg/TXcXG1V5hQs/s320/33892_151122398260892_100000893972447_257742_8218466_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521178805821400034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abdul, future husband. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8q3vdB-hI/AAAAAAAADSY/5eJYUBWAJuw/s1600/33889_151124338260698_100000893972447_257816_623143_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8q3vdB-hI/AAAAAAAADSY/5eJYUBWAJuw/s320/33889_151124338260698_100000893972447_257816_623143_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521178805298919954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They never fail to make me laugh/smile too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's are some pictures taken on Friday. There's a lot more on Facebook. Please go through Syaziani's album alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's my Sunday? It doesn't start with a good one as I got nagged by grandma. And which I don't like because I didn't do anything wrong. I called Dad to ask him send me to religious class. Thank god, he wants to send me to school. Thanks Dad, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain told me there's like no one came to school and I just smiled. I was bored, okay. Waited for my 2 girls and make our move to class. Talk with my girls, look at Hannah's messages. Blah blah, fun but bored. Finally, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; text me. I kept on smiling. And Amira kept on saying "Ah, tersengeh sengeh" Hush hush, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a short call and I said to him that I love him. Hek hek hek, comel aku tahu. I was asleep for the last 20 minutes in class. And home sweet home. By the way, am glad to see Hasif in school just now. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home had my late lunch and watched tv all the way. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;text me and I replied. We on the phone for awhile and he wants to update his blog. I can't stop smiling when I read his blog. Like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh-my-god-sho-sweet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, he's back busy. And got to wait for his call later at night. Sigh :'( I miss you, call me asap alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's school tomorrow. There's Malay Oral tomorrow. God, help me :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, there's LSP tomorrow. Fuck fuck monday, fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Sore Throat, pain :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-6652736689659163893?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6652736689659163893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6652736689659163893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/09/picture-updation.html' title='Picture Updation.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ8r2wbd6VI/AAAAAAAADUQ/srhL6DnP5GY/s72-c/61009_151123961594069_100000893972447_257791_2066500_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-3844253516713917936</id><published>2010-09-25T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T17:47:04.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll took random picture.'/><title type='text'>When I'm bored..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ2_bbgY_ZI/AAAAAAAADSQ/I4NcvqO7Bm0/s1600/DSC01355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ2_bbgY_ZI/AAAAAAAADSQ/I4NcvqO7Bm0/s320/DSC01355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520779196187082130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bosan -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's what I'll do when I'm bored. Took random picture, like oh-whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How's my Friday(yesterday)? It starts with a bad and it turns out great. I'm sorry Listener because I said vulgarities to you. That's my first time scolding and fought with him. Once I got home, I was in a rushed. I got to do a lot of things just to get myself ready. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 985 to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt;'s house and Aidil was in the bus. He told me that he's gonna be late though. And I'm fine with it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; forced me to have a lunch at his house first. So, I did. Waited for him to get ready and his sister reached home. Salam then went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; asked me to walk fast. Oh my, I can't okay. Saw Syaziani &amp;amp; Listener walking. Meet them at Teck Whye's Mac. Fiqri fetches us and eat again at his house. First house already took a lot of pictures. And most of it was my face. Hehe, sorry. It starts to pour heavily and we wait for Ekin to reached her house first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make our move first and proceed to Woodlands. And something happened to my hair. I hate your battery fan la Syaz! Sumpah embarrassing. I hide myself at Rauf's leg. But you know, I'm inside the bus okay. Ugh, I hate 963 bus. Tak buat salah sia tu bus. And another thing was, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there's fuckers to step cool inside the bus. Once they went out from the bus, they step like one fuckers who walk like fucking "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sat sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;". Minah Rep and Mat Rep, biase la otak dorang masuk air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Ekin and she waited for us at interchange. Went to her house and thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Aidil for cutting my hair. Aidil is now so called my "son". Heheh, right&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt;? Thanks to Ekin's Mum for cooking for us Mee Soto. Called Aisyah and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 7 we went out and took 187 to my house. Aisyah and the rest was at Hasif's house. And they head to Fir's house first then my house. So, the one with me went to my house first. I know that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt; was very very very nervous. From what I see, my friends really had a great talk with my Mum. Total, 18 people came to my house. The other 11 people went back first. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt; Syaz, Listener, Fiq, Syazwan and Aidil stayed at my house and they had a conversation with my Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:45pm went out to rooftop. Slacked around. Share some stories. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; piggyback me while I'm wearing Baju Kurung. Whoa, elak koyak eh. Haha, but thanks! ;) Listener, Fiqri &amp;amp; Wan went back home by cab. And the rest by bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get myself cleaned up and night xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is Saturday. I did nothing except for cleaning up the house. I'm alone right now. It's already 5:45pm, I got to get ready soon. Gonna meet Fiqri at Lot 1 then meet Listener at Rooftop. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; and Syaz couldn't joined us :'( Both of them are busy today. I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt;, please call me once you're not busy anymore alright. I love you, khekhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Pictures will be upload soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-3844253516713917936?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3844253516713917936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3844253516713917936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-im-bored.html' title='When I&apos;m bored..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJ2_bbgY_ZI/AAAAAAAADSQ/I4NcvqO7Bm0/s72-c/DSC01355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-996997122489839176</id><published>2010-09-23T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:53:05.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you baby.'/><title type='text'>Please get well soon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJs9Lys-_oI/AAAAAAAADSA/PM_QdFakxuc/s1600/31099_1432670610444_1043265112_1280260_4737159_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJs9Lys-_oI/AAAAAAAADSA/PM_QdFakxuc/s320/31099_1432670610444_1043265112_1280260_4737159_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520073041070980738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always nag at this guy but he's the one who always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love, please get well soon. I know that you're gonna fall sick on the day you vomited right infront of me. It hurts to see you sick. We walked in the rain(drizzling) yesterday. Thanks to the late Malay Program. I'm sorry for making you pissing off. I hope you could forget about what happen yesterday. Our day starts with a happy one and end with a very very sad one. There's one important thing that I have to tell you Love. And I'll tell you tomorrow, if you're coming. Please give me a text whenever you're okay. I love you la bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, if you want to ask about my day.. I would answer, it was very bored. Without someone special in school, it's hard for me to concentrate on my studies. I tried my best to put my heads on all subjects but it can manage some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Thanks to the Malay program and CIP. Great, I don't feel like going to school tomorrow. I got to force myself because I wanna achieve better results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, Grandma asked Dad to bring her to her I-don't-know who's house. Which means, I have to follow!! Ugh, penat la. Whatever, you have promised me that it would be just one house. Janji tetap janji. Jangan diputus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt;, cepat sembuh please.&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/7793807724768959639-996997122489839176?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/996997122489839176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/996997122489839176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-get-well-soon.html' title='Please get well soon..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJs9Lys-_oI/AAAAAAAADSA/PM_QdFakxuc/s72-c/31099_1432670610444_1043265112_1280260_4737159_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-2936612730380024617</id><published>2010-09-21T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:09:34.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NAK HARAM.'/><title type='text'>WAH TAK SUKE SAMA PERANGAI KAU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCKING NO MOOD. THANKS TO THE FUCKING GUY WHO FUCKING STEP LIKE A BIG BOY. STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE AN JC STUDENT, OKAY. OTAK KAU SUMPAH MASUK AIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/s:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I love my Abdul Rauf. &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/7793807724768959639-2936612730380024617?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2936612730380024617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2936612730380024617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/09/wah-tak-suke-sama-perangai-kau.html' title='WAH TAK SUKE SAMA PERANGAI KAU.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-606006388625978016</id><published>2010-09-20T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:04:04.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sayang Abdul Don.'/><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJdVjJ18DTI/AAAAAAAADRw/4RZ3MBI0PDQ/s1600/47473_1533482250672_1043265112_1570032_5539138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJdVjJ18DTI/AAAAAAAADRw/4RZ3MBI0PDQ/s320/47473_1533482250672_1043265112_1570032_5539138_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518973930791767346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got the same picture, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have difficulty to wake Love up in the morning. Almost got into pissed mood. But thank god, he was awake. Thanks to his father! ;) I was early today and waited for him asper normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school. Love showed me something. I was touched. Thanks Love! I thought you were just playing about buying it for me but you did. Oh my god, shocking. It was very pleased that both of us was smiling in the morning. Bought a drink and off for assembly. I could already predict that the boys wouldn't come for school today. Sumpah boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lesson was Chemistry and Ifah was already pissed off with the other(s). I tried to make her laugh by irritated anyone but I think it works. Right Ifah? Or it didn't work? Next lesson was Physics and Mr Goh was on course. So, I forced Ifah to walk faster. She kept on siting down till I shout whatever came out from my mouth. Adiilah went somewhere else. It was like the both of us only, boring but yet still laughing -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the first level like a mad girls. And Adiilah wants to go home. Okay. Ifah &amp;amp; I was super bored. Thank god, there's Shazeeani was there too. Talked about something. It make us upset though. Had my break with Ifah. Oh my god, we're really dating. Ifah wasn't in the mood to eat but then I forced her. Hek hek hek, habis juga kau(Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lesson was pretty okay. I, irritate Kian Tiong till he can't read the oral. Ops, sorry! KT gave to 10-12 marks but then he's was 6-9. Sorry dude. Ifah kept on holding my arms which tickles me. Ugh sumpah irritating. I tried to run away from her but I can't stop laughing. I can't see the way she run. So cuteeeeeee, hek hek. Scary at the same time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths lesson was pretty bored. Stomach cramp attacks me. Sumpah sakit :'( Malay lesson was simply bored till Mdm Yahida come back. Like seriously, I want her to get back to school fast. After school, went out straight. I didn't follow them to Raya. Sorry babes and dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted them but none replied. Sedihnya hidup~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, I bet you'll read my post right? I'm sorry for what had just happened. I don't mean to hurt you. I've read what you posted and I really want that too :'( I hope my apology is accepted. I love you Abang Manja, k no. Hek hek hek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Sorry seems to be the hardest word.&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/7793807724768959639-606006388625978016?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/606006388625978016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/606006388625978016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/09/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJdVjJ18DTI/AAAAAAAADRw/4RZ3MBI0PDQ/s72-c/47473_1533482250672_1043265112_1570032_5539138_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6644074271477697651</id><published>2010-09-19T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:25:28.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking about it.'/><title type='text'>There's no point..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJX4nGk4JlI/AAAAAAAADRo/Cd1l41tler4/s1600/DSC01315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJX4nGk4JlI/AAAAAAAADRo/Cd1l41tler4/s320/DSC01315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518590269076285010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ignore my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My spend my Saturday with my lovely cousins. I was very pleased that I get to meet them. No matter how down I am on that day, I tried to cheer myself up. Not showing my sadness to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought myself a new shades. Sister bought herself 3 pairs of clothes as she's going to meet Flo-Rida this coming Thursday. How awesome! Nak ikut, please? But too bad, am schooling on that day. We all made an open house and also celebrating Haziq Hariz's birthday! I thought it was just for family but then a lot of outsiders came too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn hungry but I couldn't eat at all. People kept on coming. All of my cousins(the boys) came with their own motorbike. It was great to see them. Some of them didn't come for a long time and last night they came. Alhamdullilah. Firdaus and his gang came with the same motorbike. Whoa, gerek pe gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my cousins took pictures with stupid faces. A lot of Abang Bob's friend came and Kak Ejah make something very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the guys walked pass*&lt;br /&gt;Kak Ejah: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B! Name sape b?! I nak kenal kenal B! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the others *look other side*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, malunya. I'm not flirting they are! Duh, I kept my promises with Love. Around 11+, me, sister and kak girl went to take the foods and went downstairs to eat it up. Share our lifes, relationships problem and everything. Hearing Kak Ekiin's problem was so damn funny. God, I hate your "boyfriend" drama. Just leave him, mans! You're doing a good thing babe! Pst, ada Patrick! ;) K fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything ends around 1am. I was worried because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;doesn't even reply my messages. He doesn't even text me when he's outside or even going home. Sigh. Have a long talked with Azizi. Look at his girlfriend picture and everything. I still remember we used to like each other. Zaman, primary school sio. Last long bro dengan whatever her name is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; using Mum's phone. Felt relieved after hearing his voice. He gave me a goodnight sentence and I couldn't sleep at all. Look at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;'s picture and when I woke up in the morning, my phone was still on my hand. Aw, rindu sangat~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Singapore text &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. He gave me a called. Thanks baby. He told me that he's gonna be busy today. So, I understand. I was asleep until 6pm. People came to my house for Hari Raya, me and sister was asleep. Syiok! Tidur macam anak &lt;s&gt;babi&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is still busy. Meet me tomorrow alright! I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I don't want to fight.&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/7793807724768959639-6644074271477697651?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6644074271477697651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6644074271477697651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-no-point.html' title='There&apos;s no point..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJX4nGk4JlI/AAAAAAAADRo/Cd1l41tler4/s72-c/DSC01315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6837266538934665149</id><published>2010-09-16T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T18:03:17.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday.'/><title type='text'>Khamis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJHoHmuSSAI/AAAAAAAADRg/EqGNSzi5Fu0/s1600/2010-08-18_20-10-14_197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517446235856979970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJHoHmuSSAI/AAAAAAAADRg/EqGNSzi5Fu0/s320/2010-08-18_20-10-14_197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't sleep last night. And when I start to sleep at 4am, my eyes were heavy to open when it comes at 6am. I called Abdul to give him a wake up call. I thought he doesn't want to fetch but then he called me and told me that he wants to fetch. But at last, didn't due to last minute planned. It's okay. Meet at interchange as per normal and school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lessons were pretty great. Somehow only 3 warriors came. Maths lesson make me wanna cry due to stressness. But everything turns out great though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still have not done my English project as there's some technical problem. So, it would be tomorrow. After school went out with Abdul and had our lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Home sweet home. Okay, I wanna rest right now! Anneyeong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll miss Abdul Rauf, tomorrow :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I love you dear. &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/7793807724768959639-6837266538934665149?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6837266538934665149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6837266538934665149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/09/khamis.html' title='Khamis.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TJHoHmuSSAI/AAAAAAAADRg/EqGNSzi5Fu0/s72-c/2010-08-18_20-10-14_197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-8581417048895666451</id><published>2010-09-14T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:44:21.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dapat duit?'/><title type='text'>Eh amacam raya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TI95yz70TdI/AAAAAAAADRY/gVcNtfy5dYk/s1600/58751_148136995226809_100000915274412_233145_4748217_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TI95yz70TdI/AAAAAAAADRY/gVcNtfy5dYk/s320/58751_148136995226809_100000915274412_233145_4748217_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516761982393667026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gambar sumpah mentel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Celebrated my Hari Raya at kampung was fun. On the Hari Raya Eve I wasn't in Singapore already. It was sad but it's getting fun when I've reached there. Somehow, I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt; badly. Aw. Played with fireworks and everything was awesome! Slept at 3am and couldn't wake up for Hari Raya next day. And not to forget, I get irritated with the messages. Ops, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have start back on our job as a student. Final year is around the corner. Next week till the week I'm having exam would be my studying day. I'll have a study date all the way with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul.&lt;/span&gt; As we had promised each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons was pretty bored just now. I was asleep for Physics lesson which is the last period. Sumpah mata ngantok de. Had a very late lunch with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt; just now. Thank god, I remembered about my English project. Thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt; for borrowing me his laptop. Thanks for the help too though! *wink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 8pm. What a long day for me, right? -_- But at least I've done my project. I hope tomorrow the movie maker would work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Naira and Baby Nazmi just went back home. Uncle Mat and his family from Johor is sleeping over at my house today. I'm still waiting for Firdaus to come over to my house. Bro, carik kerje dekat Singapore? Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm still waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt; to post his blog.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Dear&lt;/span&gt;, I'm done you know. See you tomorrow, I love you. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Aku da malas please nak Raya.&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/7793807724768959639-8581417048895666451?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/8581417048895666451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/8581417048895666451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/09/eh-amacam-raya.html' title='Eh amacam raya?'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TI95yz70TdI/AAAAAAAADRY/gVcNtfy5dYk/s72-c/58751_148136995226809_100000915274412_233145_4748217_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-4324168368051822508</id><published>2010-09-09T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:46:48.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balik kampunnnnnng ohhhh~'/><title type='text'>Hari Raya Eve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIhlZDgcMHI/AAAAAAAADRE/PRerGpeg--U/s1600/13968_1269062800351_1043265112_841175_6015448_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIhlZDgcMHI/AAAAAAAADRE/PRerGpeg--U/s320/13968_1269062800351_1043265112_841175_6015448_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514769224827678834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna meet this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIhlYJMdr0I/AAAAAAAADQ8/o9UFsHVhL4k/s1600/13968_1269062720349_1043265112_841173_4474186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIhlYJMdr0I/AAAAAAAADQ8/o9UFsHVhL4k/s320/13968_1269062720349_1043265112_841173_4474186_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514769209174634306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIhlXnJSzHI/AAAAAAAADQ0/f68NeH9b_hs/s1600/13968_1269062200336_1043265112_841168_4180535_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIhlXnJSzHI/AAAAAAAADQ0/f68NeH9b_hs/s320/13968_1269062200336_1043265112_841168_4180535_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514769200034532466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIhlXDytwXI/AAAAAAAADQs/T3Io-gLa1WY/s1600/13968_1269063360365_1043265112_841178_956771_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIhlXDytwXI/AAAAAAAADQs/T3Io-gLa1WY/s320/13968_1269063360365_1043265112_841178_956771_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514769190544589170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this girls ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be leaving this afternoon. Sumpah, excited nak balik kampuuuuung. I don't know when I'll be back here. But for sure, tomorrow morning I'll be going back to Singapore for awhile. I'm sorry if you guys texted me and I didn't reply. Credit low right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue what I have to do right now. I love all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt;: Selamat Hari Raya, I love you. I'll miss you, please miss me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: 7th Month is coming too, aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-4324168368051822508?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4324168368051822508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4324168368051822508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/09/hari-raya-eve.html' title='Hari Raya Eve.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIhlZDgcMHI/AAAAAAAADRE/PRerGpeg--U/s72-c/13968_1269062800351_1043265112_841175_6015448_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-4101918473234258870</id><published>2010-09-07T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T11:18:06.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post.'/><title type='text'>800th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIWr52dj8fI/AAAAAAAADQk/uOM0cKcX8fk/s1600/46675_125682964147654_100001178528841_139348_2842173_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIWr52dj8fI/AAAAAAAADQk/uOM0cKcX8fk/s320/46675_125682964147654_100001178528841_139348_2842173_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514002329145438706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;budak mengidam air coke bila sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know when I wanna fast. I'm scared if I didn't eat stomach flu would attack me again. I guess, tomorrow I'll fast. Amin. So, holiday had started and I am not enjoying it. There's a lot of homework need to be done. The greatest thing is, I still have not collected my maths homework. It's still with Ifah. Great, I don't know when should I collect it. Babe, how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Monday. Um, I did went out to give &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt;'s maths textbook back. Yi Chou was there too! I am pleased because I get to meet Yi Chou. Hek hek. And thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt; for the piggyback! I'm sorry if I'm heavy. Confirm backbone hurts. Aw, too bad. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to bustop with Yi Chou. I took 172 to Jurong Point to meet Mum. I hate going there as I always got lost when wanna meet Mum. Tempat besar tapi buat orang susah nak carik, bakar tu tempat baru tau. Shop some groceries and Dad fetches us. Mum and Dad kept on shouting inside the car, irritating. Da jerit lepas tu ketawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home the twins asked why am I so late? Aw, sorry my dearest. Break fast together and there we go make Cornflakes. My eyes wanna shut but I keep on hanging. Received call from Hizami talk for awhile and hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt;'s call, again. And off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I'm gonna go Admirlty later to meet my uncle. Heading to town later on! (Y) With the twins, Baby Naira and Baby Nuri Nazmi. I label today as Kids Day? Hek hek hek, merepek okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Tak suke boleh cakap.&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/7793807724768959639-4101918473234258870?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4101918473234258870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4101918473234258870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/09/800th.html' title='800th.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIWr52dj8fI/AAAAAAAADQk/uOM0cKcX8fk/s72-c/46675_125682964147654_100001178528841_139348_2842173_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-3105605541169403574</id><published>2010-09-04T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T17:47:41.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t you?'/><title type='text'>I love my people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIILzc-FFbI/AAAAAAAADQc/mLQ-gRICuho/s1600/2010-08-28_17-01-30_744_null.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIILzc-FFbI/AAAAAAAADQc/mLQ-gRICuho/s320/2010-08-28_17-01-30_744_null.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512981872432715186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aw, miss my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIILy7cRI5I/AAAAAAAADQU/DQd1x1d1T-U/s1600/58291_1389345049746_1115676934_30912920_6323507_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIILy7cRI5I/AAAAAAAADQU/DQd1x1d1T-U/s320/58291_1389345049746_1115676934_30912920_6323507_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512981863432528786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both of them never fails to give me hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIILcleqT2I/AAAAAAAADQM/91-IWOj_QhI/s1600/58344_1389345489757_1115676934_30912923_2878174_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIILcleqT2I/AAAAAAAADQM/91-IWOj_QhI/s320/58344_1389345489757_1115676934_30912923_2878174_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512981479579864930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;satu dua tiga empat, aku sayang korang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIILcrEGwbI/AAAAAAAADQE/uBnwNvvZP1U/s1600/58380_1389344449731_1115676934_30912918_7772262_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIILcrEGwbI/AAAAAAAADQE/uBnwNvvZP1U/s320/58380_1389344449731_1115676934_30912918_7772262_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512981481079095730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's my genius friend, I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIILcMErE_I/AAAAAAAADP8/cSGWewsczQc/s1600/58662_1389398971094_1115676934_30912981_4216417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIILcMErE_I/AAAAAAAADP8/cSGWewsczQc/s320/58662_1389398971094_1115676934_30912981_4216417_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512981472759976946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always been there for me when I sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIILb3lT2mI/AAAAAAAADP0/fchm1lhlg0Q/s1600/59051_1389398931093_1115676934_30912980_6995787_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIILb3lT2mI/AAAAAAAADP0/fchm1lhlg0Q/s320/59051_1389398931093_1115676934_30912980_6995787_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512981467259722338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Without them, I'm nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIILbttL0bI/AAAAAAAADPs/uTOTojSExQo/s1600/59051_1389399011095_1115676934_30912982_5938476_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIILbttL0bI/AAAAAAAADPs/uTOTojSExQo/s320/59051_1389399011095_1115676934_30912982_5938476_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512981464608395698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, we do behave like small kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss my people so much, I wanna meet them. Oh please. As you can see, not all my girlfriends picture were there. Sad much right? Even though I didn't spend time if them, I'm still talking with them like I used to. Like come on, if don't want to be together also at least still care about them like you used to. Who are you with 2 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Saturday, I'm stuck at home. Duh, doing nothing. I really want to meet Syaziani, Aisyah &amp;amp; Fazeera so much. I miss them so much, like seriously. I asked Syaziani to set the date to meet and she asked me to meet her on Thursday. Great, nonsense eh girl you. Sigh, really I need to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke really late today and I didn't fast. I'm still not feeling well and I don't want to vomit anymore. It hurts me and for sure, my tears will rolled down. I kept on telling &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; Ifah, I want coca cola. I really want it. My throat feels like drinking it. Am gonna get it real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt; is busy today. Aw, call me whenever you are free. I'm gonna meet Ifah later at night. Rooftop with her? Yes. I hope later I'm gonna have a nice talk with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much I can say here. I wanna rest. Xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I am mocking. Why?&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/7793807724768959639-3105605541169403574?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3105605541169403574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3105605541169403574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-my-people.html' title='I love my people.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TIILzc-FFbI/AAAAAAAADQc/mLQ-gRICuho/s72-c/2010-08-28_17-01-30_744_null.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-7727082909278764887</id><published>2010-09-03T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:28:27.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate last night.'/><title type='text'>You're the best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TID1xcrkiaI/AAAAAAAADPk/Exext35ZU2U/s1600/2010-08-28_16-59-28_853_null.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TID1xcrkiaI/AAAAAAAADPk/Exext35ZU2U/s320/2010-08-28_16-59-28_853_null.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512676173762824610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;, don't leave me like you did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-7727082909278764887?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7727082909278764887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7727082909278764887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre-best.html' title='You&apos;re the best.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TID1xcrkiaI/AAAAAAAADPk/Exext35ZU2U/s72-c/2010-08-28_16-59-28_853_null.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-4511790196307022249</id><published>2010-08-31T16:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T17:19:06.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you.'/><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/THzCFYP100I/AAAAAAAADPc/ZlZ6d-6PgfQ/s1600/2010-08-28_18-47-23_712_null.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/THzCFYP100I/AAAAAAAADPc/ZlZ6d-6PgfQ/s320/2010-08-28_18-47-23_712_null.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511493441658671938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Namja Chingu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, August has already come to an end. Tomorrow is already starting of a new month. It is September. I hope September would be good to me. I don't want the same thing happen during September. I want to be happy with my September. Please don't bring me down. And please be good to me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul Rauf Don&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want to fight anymore. I love you :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt; for fetching me but he was late. Sigh it's okay at least you tried your best. Reached school and everyone looks so cheerful. I know it's gonna be a fun day though! First period was English and we have to do the English Advertisement. Apparently, we couldn't finish it up. I'm very sad about it as the presentation would be taken this coming Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most saddest thing is it's counted in our English report book. I wish I could come back tomorrow to school but it was school holiday. Malay lesson was next. Mdm Yahida asked us to do composition and we didn't do it. We slacked around though. I had a talked with Muyhiddin &amp;amp; Hakim. It's about a girl. Haha, so funny la kau Muyhiddin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a break for 1 hour and girlfriends looks so funny. But not all of them were there. And another one was treating me as a wall. I don't care uh okay. I won't open my mouth till someone tells me the reason why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration was okay and nothing much. Meet Buddy for awhile only :'( And off to St. Anthony Primary School. Took cab with Ifah and Abdul. Gave Ifah 5 bucks and off meet old friends. Aw, I miss Syed Danial and both of give high 5 to each other. Walked around the school for awhile. And meet the others. Haziq was there too. Gosh, they were all taller than me. Whatever okay guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out from school with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt;. Slacked around for awhile then home sweet home. There I go waiting for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Abdul&lt;/span&gt;'s call. I guess he's asleep, sigh. Baby Naira is coming over again. Yes yeah, Baby Nuri Nazmi coming also. I miss both my baby~ Meet Kak Nur, cepat datangnya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Aku tak suke budak menengah dua yang berbual pasal kita. Fuck you, kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-4511790196307022249?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4511790196307022249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4511790196307022249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/THzCFYP100I/AAAAAAAADPc/ZlZ6d-6PgfQ/s72-c/2010-08-28_18-47-23_712_null.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-209414918078571710</id><published>2010-08-27T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:46:09.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solat.'/><title type='text'>jumaat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/THewn33MZaI/AAAAAAAADPU/FV_0VzXiZSY/s1600/P250810_10.53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/THewn33MZaI/AAAAAAAADPU/FV_0VzXiZSY/s320/P250810_10.53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510066868167927202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm the shortest. How sad?! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How's my day today? I find it okay. Had a lot of talking with my love ones. My classmates doesn't failed to make me smile. Thanks babes and dudes. English lesson were pretty bored as we have to do the worksheet which the marks gonna be add into our report book? 3o marks altogether and I hope I could pass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our break and straight away go to Chemistry lab. Talked, laughed, smiled is the greatest thing ever. Thanks to Deel for making the experiment. And something bad happened to myself though. Not too serious. I think only Deel knows it. Something got to do with my hand? Hehe! A lot of things happened inside the lab. While Ms Lin was teaching, we start to threw the cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to escape from her punishment but then I couldn't. Thanks to whoever tell her that I was hiding. I hate you for telling her. Chey, fake. Went for our D&amp;amp;T and it starts to pour heavily. I don't know why suddenly I fall asleep. Deel didn't wake me up though. Suddenly when I was awake, Ifah was right infront of me. *shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing is I did nothing inside the journal. Gosh, got to stop slacking. Off for our Maths. I don't know why I feel today's lesson was so fast. I mean for Maths. We learn new topic and there's homework. Hm, when should I get it done then? Should be tomorrow night or Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going out tomorrow. I hope it's gonna be fun. No one should ruin our day tomorrow. But I think someone is not following us. That part, it's already ruining it. We need you to be there and your Buddy needs you too. But where are you? :'( Never mind, we'll see how tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could predict that people gonna mocking about this outing. We'll see on Monday. Whatever okay. Mind your own fucking business. Terasa? Duduk dalam hutan sudah de. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm still waiting for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Abdul&lt;/span&gt;'s call. As usual, sigh. And my backbone hurts now :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I hope you gonna be fine, class partner.&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/7793807724768959639-209414918078571710?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/209414918078571710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/209414918078571710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/08/jumaat.html' title='jumaat.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/THewn33MZaI/AAAAAAAADPU/FV_0VzXiZSY/s72-c/P250810_10.53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-3410847923284365955</id><published>2010-08-25T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T18:08:07.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck you.'/><title type='text'>teenage crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/THTooS_af2I/AAAAAAAADPM/BS8kl9eyEtE/s1600/S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/THTooS_af2I/AAAAAAAADPM/BS8kl9eyEtE/s320/S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509284023171186530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry blur and not good quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How's my day, nowadays? Hm, I don't think I had a great days. A lot of things happened and I don't wished to share. Somehow, Listener knows what happened but not full. I don't want to repeat the same mistake again and I think it's impossible for us not to do a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was great. First period was Maths and thank god I passed! I'm so happy and I smiled all the way. I've improved like what Ms Chia told the class. Just put a little bit more hard work and there you go having a passing marks. Thank god that I went for the consultation. Thank god I do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I stepped into Geography class, Mrs Fong told me that I looked so cheerful today. Oh my god, I looked so cheerful? Walked around with Hizami before the lessons start. Hek hek hek. Did the summary of the Ow-box lake is it? Yeah. And went to Chemistry lesson right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing all the way because Hizami were disturbing Aziezul doing his test. And suddenly, I fall asleep. Great, I woke up when the class ends. Had a break and nothing much happened. Malay class was okay. Mdm Yahida went inside the class late, as per normal. And we need to do another composition. I still owe her 2 composition :D Hek hek hek, will get it done soon! Arroso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lesson was okay too. And I swear to whoever used the same macbook as my group really doesn't know how to use it! Our project doesn't appear anymore. Oh god, we have to do again. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, home sweet home. I'm still worried about my cousin :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee. Amin :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Wah, wait for your call lambat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-3410847923284365955?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3410847923284365955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3410847923284365955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/08/teenage-crime.html' title='teenage crime'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/THTooS_af2I/AAAAAAAADPM/BS8kl9eyEtE/s72-c/S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-5178612825659046388</id><published>2010-08-22T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:10:53.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IN DE HOII'/><title type='text'>WHAT TOMORROW MONDAY?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/THEfW88W4RI/AAAAAAAADPE/MuJLb444M_w/s1600/31099_1431548742398_1043265112_1276482_756770_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/THEfW88W4RI/AAAAAAAADPE/MuJLb444M_w/s320/31099_1431548742398_1043265112_1276482_756770_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508218298427695378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I rindu ini, you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am glad that I awake early today. I don't know why I can't wait to go religious class. Did I just said that? Oh my goodness. I was late and thanks to myself. I missed the bus. I knew that I have to write my name on the late coming list. I hate new rules. Ugh sigh. I'm late by how many minutes only. Sigh da diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah didn't came today. She went for the YOG. Have fun girl. There's a consent form that there will be something on the 28th which is on the Saturday. Sorry, I'm not going. I want to go out with my favorite people! I sudah janji nak keluar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the rest went out for prayers, I was asleep inside the class. Thanks to Amira for the message even though we're siting close to each other. I was shocked mans~ She asked about my relationship. And I said we're okay. Thanks anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ends at 2:15 and there's something on at Dewan. School didn't inform us about it and I hate it. But you know, I make a reason that I couldn't attend. Sape mahu pergi layan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Amira missed the 945 for the second time. Ugh and ada budak cute. Hek hek hek. Tau tau, mak dia pula depan aku. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt; more cute la, hehe. Bye budak Swiss Cottage -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home. And something bad happened. Thanks to Listener for being there for me. I love you my friend. Thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abdul &lt;/span&gt;for the apology accepted too. I love you more. Meet you tomorrow okay? Rindu rindu rindu already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Oh my god, I can't believe it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-5178612825659046388?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5178612825659046388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5178612825659046388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-tomorrow-monday.html' title='WHAT TOMORROW MONDAY?!'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/THEfW88W4RI/AAAAAAAADPE/MuJLb444M_w/s72-c/31099_1431548742398_1043265112_1276482_756770_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-7396192690160014217</id><published>2010-08-21T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T22:39:09.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start period.'/><title type='text'>Baru nak sahur..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TG_inns5YVI/AAAAAAAADO8/yOBdVXfhHdw/s1600/2010-08-10_18-14-28_493_Singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TG_inns5YVI/AAAAAAAADO8/yOBdVXfhHdw/s320/2010-08-10_18-14-28_493_Singapore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507870039597474130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I looked when Rauf told me there's eagle..&lt;br /&gt;But there's none -.- Dengki habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to Sister for waking me up at 4am for Sahur and yes, I can't fast today. Having menses when I woke up in the morning. Thank god, my menses came on the 2nd week. So the first week of Raya I won't be having menses. *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I'm gonna be late for school. I can't stand the stomach cramp. I feel like dying. Texted &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; but he didn't reply :'( I know he was asleep. Haish. And I knew that he gonna wake up late too even though he sleeps early -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached interchange and waited for him. Off to school and start our Flag Day. I don't want to tell what happen right after that. I was pissed and I don't know what to say anymore. Everything just ruined in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I went to Bukit Panjang to do the donation. I can't stand the cramp and I kept on asking him to stop walking. I'm sorry &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, I love you. Walk around and we got chased by a dog. Hmph, who asked you to go to that house! It scares me! Ugh sigh. Heheheh! A lot of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 12:30 went back to school and home sweet home with&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Abdul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from Syaziani's house. I had a lot of fun with her and a lot of talking too! Thanks Uncle for giving me 10 bucks :D I don't expect that though. Slack around with Syaziani was fun. And Dinnie was there. Oh my god, shut up :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I miss Abdul Rauf already. Hmm, nak dengar suara you la :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Not gonna fall for you.&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/7793807724768959639-7396192690160014217?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7396192690160014217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7396192690160014217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/08/baru-nak-sahur.html' title='Baru nak sahur..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TG_inns5YVI/AAAAAAAADO8/yOBdVXfhHdw/s72-c/2010-08-10_18-14-28_493_Singapore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6075872499439208550</id><published>2010-08-20T17:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T18:01:10.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alhamdullilah masih puasa.'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan 10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TG5PvtfS3hI/AAAAAAAADO0/dkZSoamoYGY/s1600/2010-08-10_18-17-33_806_Singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TG5PvtfS3hI/AAAAAAAADO0/dkZSoamoYGY/s320/2010-08-10_18-17-33_806_Singapore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507427075403996690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get well soon&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Abdul &lt;/span&gt;cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was afraid that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt; couldn't wake up in the morning today. I was worried though. He left his phone with me and it's hard for me to give him a wake up call. I was scared to call his house but then I forced myself to. Thank god, he picks up. And I know he's not awake yet. You don't have to lie to me okay &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts to pour heavily and the skies are so dark. Sat in the canteen while waiting for the others. And thanks&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt; for sending me till the 3rd floor. First period was English and we're still planning on how to do the video. Hm, will get it done soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics lessons were pretty bored. Mr G* showed us the video clip and I go fall asleep. No one wakes me up and thank god I was awake when the class ends. I got to stop this bad habit :'( Final year is coming though.  Had our break. Straight away went to our Maths class and study before the test starts. Heard a lot of them said that the paper was hard. But as for me, at least I could do it. And I hope I passed :'( Stayed up till so late last night while&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt;'s asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay lesson was okay. We did some comprehension. After school, meet up with my favorites first. Then home sweet home with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul Rauf&lt;/span&gt; sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying looked at his hand. Oh my god, I could feel the pain too. I hope you're gonna be okay without me this weekend&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt;. Take care of yourself okay. I'll pray that your hand would be okay sweetheart. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's now still asleep. So cute heh heh heh heh. Right now there's a stranger talking to me through facebook. Oh my god, irritatingnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, wake up soon please :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: There's CIP tomorrow. Kelakar betul macam babi _|_&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/7793807724768959639-6075872499439208550?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6075872499439208550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6075872499439208550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan-10.html' title='Ramadhan 10.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TG5PvtfS3hI/AAAAAAAADO0/dkZSoamoYGY/s72-c/2010-08-10_18-17-33_806_Singapore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6861946933596046620</id><published>2010-08-19T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:13:29.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck attitude.'/><title type='text'>Awak ni memang kelakar la macam babi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TG0d8YUs60I/AAAAAAAADOU/azZ7W2qFSgY/s1600/2010-08-10_18-30-47_930_Singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TG0d8YUs60I/AAAAAAAADOU/azZ7W2qFSgY/s320/2010-08-10_18-30-47_930_Singapore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507090842502622018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm wall today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought my day would be okay but I guess, I'm wrong. Yes, I have a nice conversation with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul &lt;/span&gt;in the morning but when it comes to friends everything turns upside down. I feel like I'm a wall and doesn't appear in both of your eyes. What I have to do is just, walk away from those attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies test doesn't turned out good too. I was so sleepy and my brain can't work at all. But at least, I managed to complete it all. English lesson was okay as we went through all the videos. Me and my groups are still thinking about what to do. We're still stuck at Family and Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths lesson was okay. Ms Chia went through our quiz paper. And I got 6 out of 10. Fhew, thank god. There's a test tomorrow and I got to study later! Had a break and it didn't turned out good. I'm trying my best to open my mouth but then ... Forget it. We have said sorry to each other. I don't want to fight anymore. Heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry test was not okay. I'm not in the mood though. Whatever. And Geography was okay. Went for consultation and home sweet home with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm still waiting for his call :'( And sister, where's my Skittles?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Dunia baru movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-6861946933596046620?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6861946933596046620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6861946933596046620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/08/awak-ni-memang-kelakar-la-macam-babi.html' title='Awak ni memang kelakar la macam babi.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TG0d8YUs60I/AAAAAAAADOU/azZ7W2qFSgY/s72-c/2010-08-10_18-30-47_930_Singapore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-7314452518805244678</id><published>2010-08-17T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T20:55:59.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lambatnya..'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan 7.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TGqEdFAHOzI/AAAAAAAADOM/hdvgFfplcZs/s1600/2010-08-10_18-21-25_789_Singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TGqEdFAHOzI/AAAAAAAADOM/hdvgFfplcZs/s320/2010-08-10_18-21-25_789_Singapore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506359129507576626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;muka Abdul mintak hakdush~ K cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was surprised that he was awake early today and make his move early. I was shocked that he wants to fetch me first then off to interchange together. Thank you so much, man. I rushed out because he was already waiting for me. I looked at him, he looked at me. Aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school and helped him out with his letter. What must you say? Um, thank you. Talked about what will happen on his birthday. Secret alright? I guess, you, Syaziani, Aisyah &amp;amp; Fazeera knows ^^ Asper normal, those girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the lessons were pretty okay. Thank god, there's no test today. And yes, there's test on Thursday &amp;amp; Friday. 3N3 named this week as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Test Week&lt;/span&gt;. I have not done my Malay Composition. I need someone to help me out please. Anyone free? Ring ring me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Wednesday tomorrow. Tie day and there's Photography :'( Malasnya nak pergi de. Oh my god, I still have not done taking the photos! How?! Oh am dead. Whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm like on twitter only. There's nothing else I can do. My phone is like dead. No text. No phone calls. Hmph. Take care yeah semua! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I adore everyone today especially &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-7314452518805244678?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7314452518805244678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7314452518805244678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan-7.html' title='Ramadhan 7.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TGqEdFAHOzI/AAAAAAAADOM/hdvgFfplcZs/s72-c/2010-08-10_18-21-25_789_Singapore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-3586540135072797373</id><published>2010-08-16T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:56:30.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate today a little.'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan 6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TGkkI3AvwDI/AAAAAAAADOE/GKjs7Jo5UfE/s1600/2010-08-10_17-58-24_859_Singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TGkkI3AvwDI/AAAAAAAADOE/GKjs7Jo5UfE/s320/2010-08-10_17-58-24_859_Singapore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505971754061774898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;muke saya tidak perlu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My day starts with hmm figure out yourself. Meet Listener at the bustop. Wait for him is like waiting for the rain. But thank god, there's Syaziani &amp;amp; Aisyah to keep me accompany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate today's morning assembly. First, the boys have to stand up and they have to tuck in their Polo's all the time. And secondly, girls have to stand up because of our hair and Polo(I think). Pathetic, whatever. Chemistry was boring but I had a long talk with Ifah. Both of us reads Hizami sad long story on his phone. Aw, you'll find a new love soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was next and I had a test. I don't feel good because I'm fighting with someone. But it feels good when we said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; to each other. Had our break and yeah, Ifah sang a song. Suddenly, it started to rain. Tiada siapa merindui aku&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tetapi&lt;/span&gt; kerana Ifah nyanyi. Takla sedap sangat, hehehe joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lesson was next and I had a test &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;! Ms Ong kept looking at me and I didn't know that she gonna called out my name when the class ends. Oh my god. She complained to me everything and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.. Better stop it okay. You know who you are. Don't break your promises! I don't like. Followed by Maths lesson. Had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quiz&lt;/span&gt;! Tsk. I don't even study for all of the test, today :'( Am so forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay lesson, there was a test &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;! And it was difficult. I asked Ms Az who set the paper up, and she told me that she was the one -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go for LSP because we help Ms Az for the China student thing. It was awesome and get to spend time with my girlfriends. But say to say, one of them was not there. Made new friends and yes, I had a lot of fun. Thank you to whoever make me laugh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home with Ifah and it rains heavily. Siape rindu? Okay no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul Rauf&lt;/span&gt;. Please come to school tomorrow :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay saranghae, Abdul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Benci orang yang tidak boleh menerima kenyataan.&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/7793807724768959639-3586540135072797373?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3586540135072797373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3586540135072797373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan-6.html' title='Ramadhan 6.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TGkkI3AvwDI/AAAAAAAADOE/GKjs7Jo5UfE/s72-c/2010-08-10_17-58-24_859_Singapore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-1339454240852622044</id><published>2010-08-12T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:57:34.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i sayang abdul.'/><title type='text'>oh okay sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TGOo9CkuQbI/AAAAAAAADN8/9104r1_rATc/s1600/2010-08-10_18-17-10_764_Singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TGOo9CkuQbI/AAAAAAAADN8/9104r1_rATc/s320/2010-08-10_18-17-10_764_Singapore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504428936193262002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Abdul &lt;/span&gt;me love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TGOo81KOLvI/AAAAAAAADN0/CA2tL1jp9qU/s1600/2010-08-10_18-14-46_266_Singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TGOo81KOLvI/AAAAAAAADN0/CA2tL1jp9qU/s320/2010-08-10_18-14-46_266_Singapore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504428932592447218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah okay cantik. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puasa sudah 2 hari. Hmph macam lambat gitu kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be our&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 6th Month Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;, saranghae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: K nak rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-1339454240852622044?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1339454240852622044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1339454240852622044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-okay-sunshine.html' title='oh okay sunshine.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TGOo9CkuQbI/AAAAAAAADN8/9104r1_rATc/s72-c/2010-08-10_18-17-10_764_Singapore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6693346154519730108</id><published>2010-08-09T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:36:23.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big girls just wanna have fun.'/><title type='text'>hari kembangsaan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TF_we7z3zQI/AAAAAAAADNs/WRufhQsbP7A/s1600/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TF_we7z3zQI/AAAAAAAADNs/WRufhQsbP7A/s320/DSC01297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503381683912035586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi nak kenal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TF_weoqQ_uI/AAAAAAAADNk/EuELrNN8prw/s1600/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TF_weoqQ_uI/AAAAAAAADNk/EuELrNN8prw/s320/DSC01298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503381678771470050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two best buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TF_weHEnR1I/AAAAAAAADNc/LLxoTS0rww0/s1600/DSC01299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TF_weHEnR1I/AAAAAAAADNc/LLxoTS0rww0/s320/DSC01299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503381669755176786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She called me Kakak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TF_wd2rSvNI/AAAAAAAADNU/0Wdxb1M6chI/s1600/DSC01300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TF_wd2rSvNI/AAAAAAAADNU/0Wdxb1M6chI/s320/DSC01300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503381665354005714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More pictures at Aisyah's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed planned of not following them but my mind started to change. I was late and took 187 by myself. So emo, heheh! Syaziani don't know that I was going to Jurong Point to meet them. Luckily there's 2 girls knows how to keep the secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really breathe. My body feels so weak. It's okay. I'm a strong girl. I missed call Aisyah and there she go pretend that she's talking to her cousin. I was freaking blur. I can't stop laughing and people kept on looking at me. Thanks to Aisyah &amp;amp; Fazeera for keeping saying Murni's name. So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you surprised? I don't think so. She was busy eating chicken! And there we go have a girls talk. Waited for Aisyah to get her food done. Went around the Jurong Point. Told my girls to get for me Dr Martens Boots, pretty please girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we into the Party House shop. Oh my god, I adored the balloons. But then it cost more than 12 bucks :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was craving for Donuts. And bought myself one Donuts from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donut Empire&lt;/span&gt;. The 4 of us walked to the park and watch people playing the kite. And we did planned to go play kite one day. Once we planned something, we didn't hide it from people. Speak out please. Hehehe! Girlfriends? But I don't know whether there's still 10 girlfriends. Let it be la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad much, my 3 girls going to watch Fireworks. I'm not tagging along as I'm not feeling well. Took 187 home alone, again. Now, I'm home alone. Sister went out to play bowling with her friends. Dad is not back from work. Mum went back to Kampung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god, there's Nat Geo Music &amp;amp; [V] Tunes channel to keep me accompany. I'm still waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; to get home. I miss you, Abdul :'( Meet you tomorrow. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saranghae! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, thank you girls for making my day! Saranghae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Information will be passing around. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 6th Month&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/7793807724768959639-6693346154519730108?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6693346154519730108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6693346154519730108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/08/hari-kembangsaan.html' title='hari kembangsaan.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TF_we7z3zQI/AAAAAAAADNs/WRufhQsbP7A/s72-c/DSC01297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-7201987808945957751</id><published>2010-08-08T16:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T16:39:54.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='am so sick.'/><title type='text'>Sunshines sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TF5qCX3zzvI/AAAAAAAADNM/Yr6GvJt5ORk/s1600/DSC01287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TF5qCX3zzvI/AAAAAAAADNM/Yr6GvJt5ORk/s320/DSC01287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502952383693704946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See my left eye, it's growing back :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sun shines on my boring Sunday. I wish I could go out there and enjoy myself. There's no news from my friends so let it be. I don't know where's my Listener these few days. I didn't text him due to my low credit. I hope you're doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I was awake early today. Get myself cleaned up and made my own breakfast. My body feels so weak and yes, I'm sick right now. I can't stop coughing and my throat hurts. Not to forget, I'm having flu too. It irritates me at night and I can't breathe. I wish I could call &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; and asked him to accompany me throughout the night. But it's okay, he's tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Hannah for not going religious class just now. I'm really tired and my body feels so weak. I'll meet you next week, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Right now, I'm home &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. Mum &amp;amp; Dad went out again just now. Balik cepat please. And Sister went out for cycling with her friends. I wish I could do that with my friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;'s busy again, today. I was hoping that I could meet him up on Tuesday. He's going to his Aunts house for kenduri. I understand. Meet up soon aye! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I need more rest. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt; is coming soon.&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/7793807724768959639-7201987808945957751?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7201987808945957751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7201987808945957751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunshines-sunday.html' title='Sunshines sunday.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TF5qCX3zzvI/AAAAAAAADNM/Yr6GvJt5ORk/s72-c/DSC01287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-5578321732483959357</id><published>2010-08-07T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:06:18.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring.'/><title type='text'>Hi Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TF1ysCL5FPI/AAAAAAAADNE/COQ6iTQD_yI/s1600/DSC01242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TF1ysCL5FPI/AAAAAAAADNE/COQ6iTQD_yI/s320/DSC01242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502680420543173874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rabitah Rozen Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's already August. For the past few days, August has not been good to me. My heart is broken on the 4th day of August. And I don't want that to happen again. I promise to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------8&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How's my Saturday? I woke up so late. I don't know why my whole body were aching. Thanks to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go-home-late-on-the-friday&lt;/span&gt;. Walk around the school on Friday is so not good. Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole afternoon, I watched Tv. Yeah yes, there's Channel [V] and TvN. So fun to watch! Khekhekhe. Around 7pm just now.. Went out to my Uncle's crib. Watched Karate Kid with Abang Man. Jaden Smith cute orangnya.. Around 9:30pm Dad drop me and sister at Woodlands. Dad, Mum &amp;amp; Grandma going to Johor. Both of us won't be tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister went out to Haji Lane to meet her friends. So, I went home alone. Took train from Woodlands to Bukit Gombak alone. How sad?! :'( I wish I could meet my friends. Right now, I'm so lonely at home. No one is here to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; gonna get home fast. Hope you can call me later,  me miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 11:06pm now. I'm still watching [V] tunes, Indie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is in pain now. My left eyes is growing back. Nak nangis. Shoulder please?! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Abdul, rinduuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Jumpe yok satu hari :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-5578321732483959357?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5578321732483959357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5578321732483959357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi-saturday.html' title='Hi Saturday'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TF1ysCL5FPI/AAAAAAAADNE/COQ6iTQD_yI/s72-c/DSC01242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-1145468030883416352</id><published>2010-08-03T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T18:59:20.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you.'/><title type='text'>Hi Tuesday~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFfyu0gAoAI/AAAAAAAADM0/kf0nDOA2sXk/s1600/2010-07-31_15-00-05_125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFfyu0gAoAI/AAAAAAAADM0/kf0nDOA2sXk/s320/2010-07-31_15-00-05_125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501132356037156866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pipi yang tembam. ish tak boleh cubit~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought my day gonna start with a nice smile but it didn't turn out that way. I don't know why my tears starts to rolled down right after I turn around and looked at Ifah. I didn't say anything but go to her and cried on her shoulder. She told me that everyone was looking at me. Uh kpo. I tried to control my feelings and everything. Thanks for my lovely mates for being there. Sayang gile dekat korang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lesson was quite boring and had our Malay lesson right after that. I can't stop laughing when I start to read Hakim's composition.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So-the-uncensored. &lt;/span&gt;You know I know :P Maths lesson. I was quite stress with everything. Yes, everything. Ekiin &amp;amp; I almost gave up on the graph drawing. Ms C* even asked us to study ourselves. Had a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies was next. Deel &amp;amp; I had a long conversation and Mr L* starts to get pissed with the class :D Just did the worksheet and went for our D&amp;amp;T lesson. Ifah, Me &amp;amp; Deel kept on laughing. So fun but I still have to get my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assembled Drawing&lt;/span&gt; done :'( My design is quite complicated to draw, ugh susah. Nak nangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Norliah didn't came for the VIP lesson. She has to go back and looked after her son. And before going for Social Studies lesson.. I had a conversation with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mdm Norliah&lt;/span&gt;: Tell the class that I won't be going for the VIP lesson. My son is very sick and I have to fetch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Others&lt;/span&gt;: Oh okay, take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: What cher? Your son? Your son *smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deel&lt;/span&gt;: Eh kaaaaau~ Da cukup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Aku tanye je kan.. Anak dier tu sakit. Hahah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps. Ok. Right after school waited for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. I'm really hungry. But I got to wait for him. Had lunch at Long John Silver. Home sweet home. Right now, Love is waiting for me to get my blog done. Khekhekhe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Nak mandi and have to go down to Gombak later. Soranggggg :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Thank god, no maths and english tomorrow.&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/7793807724768959639-1145468030883416352?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1145468030883416352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1145468030883416352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi-tuesday.html' title='Hi Tuesday~'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFfyu0gAoAI/AAAAAAAADM0/kf0nDOA2sXk/s72-c/2010-07-31_15-00-05_125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-971861143939993069</id><published>2010-08-01T15:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T15:56:46.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12 more days to 6th.'/><title type='text'>You make me happy on the 31st.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFUlOvLAAZI/AAAAAAAADMs/u-3uPNQ5Tz4/s1600/2010-07-31_10-33-33_161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFUlOvLAAZI/AAAAAAAADMs/u-3uPNQ5Tz4/s320/2010-07-31_10-33-33_161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500343455013929362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFUlI6vXlRI/AAAAAAAADMk/jBZfgtQFaWE/s1600/2010-07-31_15-00-05_125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFUlI6vXlRI/AAAAAAAADMk/jBZfgtQFaWE/s320/2010-07-31_15-00-05_125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500343355040044306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi Abdul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFUk8BARpxI/AAAAAAAADMc/mDRFhun2Qf4/s1600/2010-07-31_15-00-37_937_Singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFUk8BARpxI/AAAAAAAADMc/mDRFhun2Qf4/s320/2010-07-31_15-00-37_937_Singapore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500343133383272210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFUk0m_SMSI/AAAAAAAADMU/pwgcf6xHklo/s1600/2010-07-31_15-02-00_749_Singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFUk0m_SMSI/AAAAAAAADMU/pwgcf6xHklo/s320/2010-07-31_15-02-00_749_Singapore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500343006140707106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abdul Rauf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFUkZ1a3ZTI/AAAAAAAADMA/IqP-ssBnUI0/s1600/2010-07-31_15-02-14_359_Singapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFUkZ1a3ZTI/AAAAAAAADMA/IqP-ssBnUI0/s320/2010-07-31_15-02-14_359_Singapore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500342546158019890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rauf's snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFUkQ_AXIxI/AAAAAAAADL4/qDCjOcxu3Zk/s1600/2010-07-31_21-33-42_525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFUkQ_AXIxI/AAAAAAAADL4/qDCjOcxu3Zk/s320/2010-07-31_21-33-42_525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500342394112385810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the 3 of them(in the last picture) for making my day. I didn't expect to be this happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was really nervous because I'm going out with his brother and the brother's wife. They fetch me up around 10am. First we head ourselves to Toa Payoh. And had our lunch there. Thanks for the payment, Sister. After we had our lunch, we head to Singapore Zoo. The weather was kinda hot. Look at the animals. Hah it reminds us about our friends -.- Sorry guys. But so cute eh.. *wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really had a long walk. And went to fetch Rauf's father. Very nervous, a lot of questions been asked. Heheh. My head was already spinning and thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; for massaging my head. Went near the Sim Lim Square to fetch his brother's friend. And there we go.. Triple date. Head down to Singapore Flyer. Fireworks,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; k tak jakun&lt;/span&gt;. We took a lot of pictures inside. It's inside his brother's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 10pm. My body feels so weak already. I fall asleep inside the car. Thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, for your shoulder. Reached home 11:30pm. Get myself cleaned up and sleep. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; went back to his house for awhile to celebrate his father's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt; went for an Escort. I'm here waiting for Mum &amp;amp; Dad to get home. I'll be heading to Uncle Nani's house to meet the new baby boy. Confirm cute macam Kak Nur dier~ My Auntie's are all here waiting for Mum &amp;amp; Dad. Ish lambat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say thank you to Rauf, Abang Man &amp;amp; Kak Iffah for the day. Khekhekhe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Meet you tomorrow, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-971861143939993069?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/971861143939993069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/971861143939993069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-make-me-happy-on-31st.html' title='You make me happy on the 31st.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFUlOvLAAZI/AAAAAAAADMs/u-3uPNQ5Tz4/s72-c/2010-07-31_10-33-33_161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-1730763456580206950</id><published>2010-07-30T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:14:17.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good day.'/><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFJ2Kli2peI/AAAAAAAADLw/9waoEHpw3so/s1600/31099_1431543382264_1043265112_1276448_1387843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFJ2Kli2peI/AAAAAAAADLw/9waoEHpw3so/s320/31099_1431543382264_1043265112_1276448_1387843_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499588019221865954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good, it's already Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love this week's Thursday &amp;amp; Friday. It is just because of the timing for school. Thursday we went home at 12:15 and today school starts late. The school was so peace without the sec 1, 2 and sec 3 express yesterday. And we did missed the Founder's Day in the evening. It's okay, it's good to rest at home. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awake early today. Thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;'s wake up call. He scolded me and asked me to wake up. But in the end, we still late. Had our breakfast at Alif and it starts to rain heavily. Not to forget, Listener was with us. Hi kawan baik! ^^ We're late. Reached school, morning assembly ends already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of the class didn't go for the 15 minutes of Chemistry. We didn't study for Chemistry today. So, had our D&amp;amp;T right after that. We did our Journal. I'm loving it now. I'm done with my Presentation Drawing and also Contextual, I guess. Shall continue it next week. My last period is Maths. It was okay. And I get full marks for my both homework which is counted in the report book later on. Am so proud about it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight away went out after school. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; needs to go to his brother's house at Jurong West :'( Before that I told him that I wanna eat Waffle. So we did go to Westmall for awhile and we went separate ways. Sedihnya.. Waited for 945 alone and the bus was super late. Irritating. Aku tak suka tunggu bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; accompany me through phone call. He's bus was late too. But you know, I reached home first. I'm so bored right now. No one is at home. Sister went for her photo shoot. Grandma is over at kampung. Mum &amp;amp; Dad, working. Maybe, I'll be meeting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batrisha Sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;. I miss you girl. See you later alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be busy tomorrow. I hope&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt; gonna make my day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K nak makan. Lapar :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Morning after dark.&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/7793807724768959639-1730763456580206950?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1730763456580206950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1730763456580206950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/07/tgif_30.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFJ2Kli2peI/AAAAAAAADLw/9waoEHpw3so/s72-c/31099_1431543382264_1043265112_1276448_1387843_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-1826049595309939162</id><published>2010-07-28T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:36:10.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besok balik awal.'/><title type='text'>Long day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFAgeQOl9iI/AAAAAAAADLA/YLZiZlvM3J8/s1600/26508_1391106091357_1043265112_1176156_6132069_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFAgeQOl9iI/AAAAAAAADLA/YLZiZlvM3J8/s320/26508_1391106091357_1043265112_1176156_6132069_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498930849143715362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg omg. i rindu dengan rambut ini :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was hard to make &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt; awake in the morning. I called him a lot of times but he still doesn't wake up. I was already ready, he just want to wake up. Tsk susahnya nak bangun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school, morning assembly was in the hall. My first period was Maths. Thank god, there's no Math Test. Ms Chia delayed it to tomorrow. Somehow, there's Math Quiz just now. I can't really concentrate because someone kept on apologizing to me :'( Next was my Geography test. I swear, I didn't studied. I'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my Chemistry late. I'm sorry&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Abdul&lt;/span&gt; :'( I know how you feel. Talk to Ifah and had our break. Listener sat with us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau tak boleh suap aku lagi. Punye la ganas&lt;/span&gt; -.- Malay lesson was pretty bored. I need to get my Composition done though. I'll get it done by tomorrow. Ms Ong were not in class due to I-don't-know. I sit alone and did my Comprehension. Thanks to Mukesh for accompanying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I was in tears during assembly. Worried + Sick = Not happy. I don't know :'( After school had lunch with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt;, Syaziani &amp;amp; Paul. I need to go for my Photography. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abdul Love&lt;/span&gt; went home :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm home alone. And right now, I'm on the phone with Abdul&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; lovezxzxzx&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I miss Abdul Rauf Muhammad Don, k jumpe besok.&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/7793807724768959639-1826049595309939162?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1826049595309939162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1826049595309939162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-day.html' title='Long day..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TFAgeQOl9iI/AAAAAAAADLA/YLZiZlvM3J8/s72-c/26508_1391106091357_1043265112_1176156_6132069_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-2600912313485287273</id><published>2010-07-27T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:36:45.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abdul Rauf.'/><title type='text'>Baru tuesday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TE6zdX6LxFI/AAAAAAAADK4/TuFrpLAWq74/s1600/26508_1391106211360_1043265112_1176159_151150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TE6zdX6LxFI/AAAAAAAADK4/TuFrpLAWq74/s320/26508_1391106211360_1043265112_1176159_151150_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498529512281588818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blue nails, rindu :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It doesn't rain in the morning.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tiada satu pun yang rinduku&lt;/span&gt;. Chey, joking. How's my day today? Great okay. One of our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;warrior&lt;/span&gt; didn't came to school. Khekhe. Social Studies was our first period. We didn't get our test paper back as there's 2 people haven't take yet. I was half way asleep. Seriously, I couldn't take it anymore. English was pretty bored too. Nothing much happen. But the weird thing is, I laughed to myself when I looked at Hizami. He kept on doing the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sssshhhh&lt;/span&gt;" but no one listened. Sorang boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our break. Talked to Adli. Welcome back, boy :P Right after that was D&amp;amp;T. All of us thought that we're going to continue our Frames but then.. We went up to Workshop to do our sketches _|_ I was stuck at first but thanks to Deel's and Mr A*'s idea, I continued. I've done it. 2 hours, sketching. How's that? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B O R I N G&lt;/span&gt;. There's no Physics so we have to go to the Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us kept on laughing because we stared at the people. Some of them turns to shy, some of them were like "What What?", some of them ignored. The N4 boys tried to stare us back but we ignored :P Kpo punya class, opps. After school, meet my people first then went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Maths &amp;amp; Geography test tomorrow. I got to study for it. I hope I'll pass both. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;'s call. Ish lambatnya youuuuuu :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Besok tie day, baik.&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/7793807724768959639-2600912313485287273?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2600912313485287273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2600912313485287273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/07/baru-tuesday.html' title='Baru tuesday..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TE6zdX6LxFI/AAAAAAAADK4/TuFrpLAWq74/s72-c/26508_1391106211360_1043265112_1176159_151150_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-7260275443147298154</id><published>2010-07-26T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:03:32.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinta sama abdul.'/><title type='text'>Okay Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TE2RFgZZeJI/AAAAAAAADKw/qeoTHGXUbTU/s1600/2010-06-15_19-01-25_868_null.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TE2RFgZZeJI/AAAAAAAADKw/qeoTHGXUbTU/s320/2010-06-15_19-01-25_868_null.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498210243871078546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abdul Rauf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up in the morning and it's already raining heavily. I just feel like continue sleeping but I've missed call &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. I took my own sweet time to get ready and everything. At last, received a text from&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt; and straight away in a rush. The worst thing.. I forget to bring my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Inhaler&lt;/span&gt; to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our morning assembly inside our Home Room. Talk talk and have our first period which is PE. Didn't do anything. My PE lesson, ugh boring. Had our Physics lesson right after that. We watched some movies. Tsunami, waves affects&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was scary though. Didn't eat for my recess but have a talk with my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths lesson, pretty bored. No LSP for me today. Only selected students today.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Only&lt;/span&gt; for today. Me and Ifah smiled to each other because both of us didn't get selected. English lesson kinda bored too. Did the Mini Close Passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay lesson was the last period. Mdm Y* came so late for our class but I was fine with it. Went through the Peribahasa. And the bell rang. Thank god, school ends. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; went for this mentoring.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Itu la, tak sabar sangat nak kene kan? See, you have to go already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:P Had my lunch with my lovely mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After had my lunch, walked around with Listener &amp;amp; Aisyah. Waited for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;outside the Humanities room. And finally, he's done. Followed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, Syaziani &amp;amp; Aisyah to have their lunch at KFC. Sorry, didn't wait for you Abdul. Khekhekhe. Syaziani took 187 home. Me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; Aisyah took 985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, something happened. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; had his nap for awhile. Baby Naira was over at my house. How awesome was that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, Auntie Mira gonna give birth on the 28th! AH AH, new family member. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby Boy. &lt;/span&gt;Confirm comel macam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kak Nur&lt;/span&gt;. Okay suka! ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 10pm. I promised Love not to sleep late. Gonna have my supper then sleep okay. I love everyone especially Abdul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I won't fall for your words, bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-7260275443147298154?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7260275443147298154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7260275443147298154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/07/okay-monday.html' title='Okay Monday.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TE2RFgZZeJI/AAAAAAAADKw/qeoTHGXUbTU/s72-c/2010-06-15_19-01-25_868_null.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-3760694596125527002</id><published>2010-07-24T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T20:47:57.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wanna know your name.'/><title type='text'>Club can't handle me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TEra-8RgCmI/AAAAAAAADKY/gA067s-pLBk/s1600/38533_135343166506192_100000915274412_172430_7957603_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TEra-8RgCmI/AAAAAAAADKY/gA067s-pLBk/s320/38533_135343166506192_100000915274412_172430_7957603_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497447070025386594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday to my love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TEra-XhXJoI/AAAAAAAADKQ/8E2I8cYWeZc/s1600/34859_135343053172870_100000915274412_172424_8269960_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TEra-XhXJoI/AAAAAAAADKQ/8E2I8cYWeZc/s320/34859_135343053172870_100000915274412_172424_8269960_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497447060159800962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, I get to meet you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erwin Firhana&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That picture was last week's. There's barbecue over at kampung. And I really enjoyed it. I saw the moon and stars on the night itself. Awesome huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's school this week? Great, I guess so. You know how life goes right? Problems, fights, jealousy, happy, laughs and so on. I'm doing great with my friends. Things going smoothly with them. They are the ones who always make me happy and laugh always. It's good to know them for this long. They could understand me better. *wink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 3 upcoming test next week. I have to study for it. Pray hard, I'll pass. There's a lot of things gonna happen next week. I just hope no one gonna make me go pissed. But that's impossible. For sure, there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for today.. It's Saturday. I've tweeted early in the morning that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've predict that my Saturday would be boring.&lt;/span&gt; Uh uh, it's true anyway. Watch Star Movie, eat, check my phone. Sister is out now to I don't know. Left at home with Dad. It's 20:40pm now, I'm just on iTunes and talking with some random people through Msn. Flo Rida's song is on my mind now. Okay so random..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so bored now. Can someone talk to me? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I miss Abdul Rauf :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-3760694596125527002?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3760694596125527002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3760694596125527002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/07/club-cant-handle-me.html' title='Club can&apos;t handle me..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TEra-8RgCmI/AAAAAAAADKY/gA067s-pLBk/s72-c/38533_135343166506192_100000915274412_172430_7957603_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-2167886768472678882</id><published>2010-07-16T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:13:15.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage crime.'/><title type='text'>3 days after the 5th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TEA7UqHIw2I/AAAAAAAADKI/PLeaO6bq34c/s1600/2010-07-03_18-05-28_285_Choa+Chu+Kang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TEA7UqHIw2I/AAAAAAAADKI/PLeaO6bq34c/s320/2010-07-03_18-05-28_285_Choa+Chu+Kang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494456771479651170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Happy 5th Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Belated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't want my blog to be dead. Now, I got a chance to update something. I'm busy with school stuffs and homework. There's 3 upcoming test, next week. 1 upcoming test the following week. Oh my god, what does this mean? Final year is coming soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; thinking all the negative stuffs,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stop&lt;/span&gt; slacking in class, pay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; attention. For the past few days, I'm having a hard time. Thanks to whoever was there to help me out through text/calls. Especially Listener, thanks a lot. And not to forget, Ifah. I love you both. Cried every night, it hurts. Therefore, I got to be strong girl now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum &amp;amp; grandma is going back to kampung tonight. I won't be going tonight. I'll be following my dad tomorrow. There's Barbecue tomorrow night. Which is Saturday Night~ Sister couldn't tag along as she has something on. I can't wait to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby Harith&lt;/span&gt;. I miss your hug, small kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm just on iTunes and facebook. Oh technology sekarang semakin membosankan.. And waiting for Love to get home around 9 :'( Cepat baliknya.. *wink wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We got to stay strong,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&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/7793807724768959639-2167886768472678882?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2167886768472678882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2167886768472678882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-days-after-5th.html' title='3 days after the 5th.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TEA7UqHIw2I/AAAAAAAADKI/PLeaO6bq34c/s72-c/2010-07-03_18-05-28_285_Choa+Chu+Kang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-942724658417003059</id><published>2010-07-12T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:34:05.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pathetic and childish. Please.'/><title type='text'>Fight over small thing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDrQN2ak2WI/AAAAAAAADKA/RY-OY_TmpSA/s1600/31099_1431548422390_1043265112_1276478_1389261_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDrQN2ak2WI/AAAAAAAADKA/RY-OY_TmpSA/s320/31099_1431548422390_1043265112_1276478_1389261_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492931631895599458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mind your middle finger, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDrQNigxNAI/AAAAAAAADJ4/QhrhBW9sdXo/s1600/31099_1431547382364_1043265112_1276475_3955245_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDrQNigxNAI/AAAAAAAADJ4/QhrhBW9sdXo/s320/31099_1431547382364_1043265112_1276475_3955245_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492931626552865794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for the care, just now. I love you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to Love wake up call, I'm awake. I thought it was my alarm clock so I ignore it. I'm sorry, Rauf. Somehow, I manage to answer his phone call and he told me that he wants to go school early. Meet at interchange and he was early. Thank god. Met Syaziani &amp;amp; Aisyah infront of the bookshop. It was good that I get a warm hug from my lovely Aisyah. And oh, I get to meet Paul also. Oh welcome back~ Where's our rice?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time table has been changed. But still I have my PE lesson for the first period. I passed my 2.4 and so I have to guide those who didn't pass. I ran with Ifah and forced her to run. But she failed by 3 minutes :'( Next time, you can do it alright? Hwaiting! Had our Physics lesson. I kept on talking to Hizami. And at the same time, he's checking my phone. Irritating boy. Had our break and something happened. Well, at least I'm brave enough of talk things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't paying attention during Maths class. Sorry, Ms Chia. And I failed my Maths test. How sad?! I was texting with Listener &amp;amp; Love. Then at last, both of them replied my message late. Meet Love at the 3rd level for awhile. And had my English lesson. Reader Digest for today and it was awesome \m/. Had a talk with Fazeera and joke around with her. So funny~ Remember what I say alright? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, things going bad to worst. Had a fight with someone and from there I had a fight with Love too. Because of one thing, everything turns upside down. Couldn't control my anger, my tears starts to rolled down. Syaziani &amp;amp; Aisyah was there for me and asked me to stop crying. Thanks Aisyah for the plain water, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;saranghae&lt;/span&gt;. Love wants to meet me for awhile. And I didn't had my lunch alone. Talk things out and everything turns okay. Listener called me and blah blah blah. Thank you Listener. Bestfriend forever eh Ikram? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is still in school. Having his floorball. Now, my body are so weak. I need a rest. Thank god, there's no homework for today. I luv all the teachers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to check tomorrow's time table then. Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umur kau 17, jangan suka mengata pasal orang lain. Ish kejam kejam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Oh my god, tomorrow is the 5th.&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/7793807724768959639-942724658417003059?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/942724658417003059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/942724658417003059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/07/fight-over-small-thing.html' title='Fight over small thing?'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDrQN2ak2WI/AAAAAAAADKA/RY-OY_TmpSA/s72-c/31099_1431548422390_1043265112_1276478_1389261_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-3829886944352475512</id><published>2010-07-11T07:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:26:39.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rindu.'/><title type='text'>Don't just think about yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDj9OjC3DrI/AAAAAAAADJw/ZMIWNVghA-M/s1600/21941_1300880795503_1034933460_30938617_6317888_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDj9OjC3DrI/AAAAAAAADJw/ZMIWNVghA-M/s320/21941_1300880795503_1034933460_30938617_6317888_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492418171945553586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss my old hair &amp;amp; I miss the nice scenery.&lt;br /&gt;Someone take me there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna start with&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Saturday was equal to fucked up, pissed and a sad day. Thought of going for the Malay Literature's thing but most of us are lazy. I was dying of boredom. And I wish I could just go out. Sorry Ikram that we couldn't meet. I wasn't in a good mood though. I'm really sorry. Next time alright? So, I stayed at home doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locked myself in my room. Handphone was in silent till night. There's no text/calls. Except for Ifah's short conversation. I spend my whole evening doing a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;card&lt;/span&gt; for Love. I didn't get to tell him about it as he was very busy and he had his rest once he has reached home. I get to hear his voice for once only yesterday. Sad much :'( It's okay. I understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep last night. I was awake till 4am. I don't know what keeps bothering me. But I forced my sleep to go to sleep. I've promised Love to go sleep. Dad came to my room and called my name. It was only at 6:25am. Oh my goodness. I don't know what he wants. But he left money for my religious school fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went out to fetch Mum at kampung. Now.. I'm blogging. Sunday morning, I'm awake so fast. I'm not sure what I'll be doing later on. Most probably, rotting at home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious Class --&gt; Home --&gt; Tv --&gt; Eat --&gt; "Nap" --&gt; Homework --&gt; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I'll be doing this things. Except for going to Religious class and get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, kalau kau tak suke kite orang kau boleh cakap. Aku tak suke kalau kau mengata pasal orang lain. Manusia kejam betul la kau ni. _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: 2 more days to 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-3829886944352475512?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3829886944352475512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3829886944352475512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-just-think-about-yourself.html' title='Don&apos;t just think about yourself.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDj9OjC3DrI/AAAAAAAADJw/ZMIWNVghA-M/s72-c/21941_1300880795503_1034933460_30938617_6317888_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-4490681031728776913</id><published>2010-07-08T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:38:24.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foolish.'/><title type='text'>Fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDWpV8GnesI/AAAAAAAADJo/--XmW1hxirM/s1600/31099_1431550422440_1043265112_1276490_2388167_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDWpV8GnesI/AAAAAAAADJo/--XmW1hxirM/s320/31099_1431550422440_1043265112_1276490_2388167_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491481515024415426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School was okay. All the lessons were pretty okay. Things going smoothly, hah unexpected. My backbone hurts and I don't know why. Heavy bag to school ugh, so not good. I'll be a strong girl then. So today, I have Maths &amp;amp; English homework. Thanks to Mr Lee for not giving us homework because we're having his lesson tomorrow and he'll give us homework for the weekend then. Thank god for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my lunch with Love, Hizami &amp;amp; Khair. I didn't eat since morning. I thought I could take the pain in my stomach but then I couldn't. I didn't get to go home with Syaziani &amp;amp; Aisyah :'( Sedih. K besok jumpe okay. Khekhekhe. Shall call Love right now then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: 5 more days to 5th.&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/7793807724768959639-4490681031728776913?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4490681031728776913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4490681031728776913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/07/fire.html' title='Fire.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDWpV8GnesI/AAAAAAAADJo/--XmW1hxirM/s72-c/31099_1431550422440_1043265112_1276490_2388167_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6528977503559136420</id><published>2010-07-05T09:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:23:20.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shocking.'/><title type='text'>At last I get to know something..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDEu2ywzK3I/AAAAAAAADJg/ufXu5rBW_y0/s1600/2010-07-03_18-05-59_699_Choa+Chu+Kang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDEu2ywzK3I/AAAAAAAADJg/ufXu5rBW_y0/s320/2010-07-03_18-05-59_699_Choa+Chu+Kang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490220939615611762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDEuxC7Cv9I/AAAAAAAADJY/mLVZQdG7j60/s1600/2010-07-03_20-50-44_51_Tanglin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDEuxC7Cv9I/AAAAAAAADJY/mLVZQdG7j60/s320/2010-07-03_20-50-44_51_Tanglin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490220840874328018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had a movie date on Saturday with Love. Sorry if the picture is not clear(duh, use handphone). My Saturday was okay, fun &amp;amp; tired. Firstly, I got to wake up at 6:15 because I have to drag myself to Johor. My auntie left her passport at my house and she wants to go Singapore. I went there alone and Love was worried. Well, I'm safe. Had my breakfast at Mummy R there. I didn't get to meet Baby Harith. How sad :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach Singapore around 10:30. Follow Auntie to the old Woodlands there. Once I reach home, I get myself ready to meet Love. He went out first as he's going to buy the tickets. Thought of watching at Cineleisure but I've checked it's fully booked. Meet him around 12:30 at interchange. Had KFC for our lunch at Lot 1. And around 2 plus, take 172 to Jurong Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're late for the movie. Both of us walk very fast. Haha, so funny though! Eclipse was awesome, seriously. I'm freezing and Love also. The movie ends around 5 plus and we're off to Town. Had our dinner at Far East. Joke around while walking to Orchard Central. Around 8:30pm, take 106 to interchange. Reach home around 9:30+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, tired. Get myself clean up and goodnight to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, I woke up really early because I thought there's religious class. But then, don't have. My eyes cannot take it but I couldn't sleep. Baby Naira and his father is at my house yesterday. Entertain Baby Naira was fun. I don't even understand what she's trying to say. Haha. At night around 8 went to Woodlands to send them back. Once I've reached home, I had my sleep. Seriously, I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is Monday. First thing I did was to check my Facebook Inbox. I was shocked but happy for her &amp;amp; him. And now, it's time for me to ask him about it ^^. Revenge. Hahah. You keep on asking me whether I'm with Abdul or not right? Do you know it's very very irritating? HAH-YA. I've found someone already. Now, it's your turn? Sad to hear that you're breaking her heart too. Forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I love you, R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-6528977503559136420?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6528977503559136420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6528977503559136420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/07/at-last-i-get-to-know-something.html' title='At last I get to know something..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TDEu2ywzK3I/AAAAAAAADJg/ufXu5rBW_y0/s72-c/2010-07-03_18-05-59_699_Choa+Chu+Kang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6947804759895622552</id><published>2010-07-02T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T20:15:43.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fhew nasib.'/><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TC3UWU869mI/AAAAAAAADJA/X0Utb9HsmaE/s1600/2010-06-18_12-36-12_410_null.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TC3UWU869mI/AAAAAAAADJA/X0Utb9HsmaE/s320/2010-06-18_12-36-12_410_null.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489277000880944738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;R&amp;amp;R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank god it's Friday. And my left eye are still not okay. Never mind, gonna get better soon. Love was really late. School alone but luckily there's Listener. Maths was my first period. Ish ngantoknya~ Had our class test and I don't even study for it. The worst part was I thought it was next week. And so, I didn't spend last night on my maths due to I-DON'T-KNOW that there is test. But thank god, I can manage the test paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; okay. Ms Ong say she will give us homework for our youth day holiday. And we said thank you and she replied pleasure. Awesome (Y). Essay ugh again, ish bencinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our break and went up for D&amp;amp;T late. Not so late as Mr A are not there yet. Hahah! Deel told me something. It was sad. Cheer up okay, girl. We love you. We have to write some Procedure for the Frame thing. Troublesome, you know. Oh-tidak-mengape, I'm trying my best to understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay lesson was pretty okay. Me &amp;amp; Hakim was fighting to see who finish the Imbuhan first. Pathetic sia. Kau da la tak bawa itu buku! Haha. But I win *wink.. Too bad :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home with Love. And it starts to pour heavily. I saw Hannah &amp;amp; her BabyNg inside 975 bus. Awww, cutenya korang. Home now and Sister is out. Ugh bosannya! No one is entertaining me. Twitter, Facebook, iTunes.. Ish sengal uh hari hari gini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie tomorrow. See you tomorrow, Abdul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Everything gonna be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-6947804759895622552?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6947804759895622552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6947804759895622552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/07/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TC3UWU869mI/AAAAAAAADJA/X0Utb9HsmaE/s72-c/2010-06-18_12-36-12_410_null.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-9069554556237691971</id><published>2010-07-01T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:07:35.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday out?'/><title type='text'>Duh school day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCxJ6XeJUEI/AAAAAAAADI4/HykwdEpRuBQ/s1600/22546_1339916331645_1043265112_1043187_3048437_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCxJ6XeJUEI/AAAAAAAADI4/HykwdEpRuBQ/s320/22546_1339916331645_1043265112_1043187_3048437_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488843312939487298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rabitah Rozen Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My left eye is getting better and I hope it burst as soon as possible. I was shocked to see my left eye in the morning. Why? Because it's getting better. Please, left eye.. Get well soon. I love you. And I've been saying this a lot of times. Tak kesian kan ke? :'( Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was pretty okay. Had our English for first period. I was sleepy but have to pay attention as it is new topic. Personal Recount right? I understand but then I was half way asleep inside class. Physics, watch the video again. And I don't even watch it. Ugh, boring. 4 days straight there's Physic lesson. Mr Goh also don't like everyday has his lesson. (Y) Change, time table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our break and I was pissed with someone but I keep it to myself. I don't want to find fault la. D&amp;amp;T was next and firstly.. We hand up our holiday assignment. Then at last, he check our assignment and all of us didn't complete it. Hahah! All of us have to take back and do everything. Malay lesson was pretty okay. We had to do our comprehension. Nash fall asleep. All of us tries to wake him up but then he didn't wake up. Thanks to Khair for making those&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; girly &lt;/span&gt;voice. Heheh. Mdm Yahidah says that he's dreaming about a girl. So funny but cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no Chemistry lesson for this whole week. It was raining. And my eyes feel like sleeping. After school, went out with Love, Syaz &amp;amp; Aicha. Have our waffles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love gave me something. Thank you. I love it. Me love you and you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eclipse &lt;/span&gt;are out! Omg, tengok yok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-9069554556237691971?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/9069554556237691971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/9069554556237691971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/07/duh-school-day.html' title='Duh school day.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCxJ6XeJUEI/AAAAAAAADI4/HykwdEpRuBQ/s72-c/22546_1339916331645_1043265112_1043187_3048437_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-4049446404136399447</id><published>2010-06-30T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:34:08.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I give you the world.'/><title type='text'>omg omg..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCs3SGWcmfI/AAAAAAAADIw/zARpCYq_gds/s1600/20090123192559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCs3SGWcmfI/AAAAAAAADIw/zARpCYq_gds/s320/20090123192559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488541354963016178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trying not to keep something that I shouldn't be keeping. It really hurts me but thank god that I've let it out. I don't want my eyes get into tears(hope not), again. I want to smile everyday and don't care what people say. I'm getting annoyed with some people. But it's okay, I got to understand their attitude though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Love for listening to my so called sad story. I wish I could visit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks for the advice. I really appreciate that. And you know I'm being honest. It was embarrassing to cry infront of someone you love but you know, I couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut it down. And now, I still have to get my Malay Compo &amp;amp; D&amp;amp;T assignments done. I hope I can do it everything by tonight. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My left eye really needs a rest&lt;/span&gt;. I love you,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; left eye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Han for hoping that my left eye will recover by this week. Pray for me la kau~ Haha. Alright, I need to stop right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain, anytime soon.. Sape rindu~? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, thanks for listening just now. I really appreciate that. I love you, Abdul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Not to forget.. I really had a great time with Love, Syaz &amp;amp; Aicha. Sayang korang.&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/7793807724768959639-4049446404136399447?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4049446404136399447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4049446404136399447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/06/omg-omg.html' title='omg omg..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCs3SGWcmfI/AAAAAAAADIw/zARpCYq_gds/s72-c/20090123192559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-1984518188319676105</id><published>2010-06-29T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:15:34.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I feel like crying.'/><title type='text'>When my left eye hurts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCnuGTL1XRI/AAAAAAAADIo/aS6eXlyd3SI/s1600/20043_1286582678337_1043265112_889801_8083334_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCnuGTL1XRI/AAAAAAAADIo/aS6eXlyd3SI/s320/20043_1286582678337_1043265112_889801_8083334_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488179412924194066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss this little kid. Rindu, nak hug~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't feel like going to school due to my left eye but then I don't want to miss my lessons. Or not getting a smile from my friends. Monday night went to see the doctor. And he told me that not to rub my eyes if not you gonna have eye infection like me. Ugh. I force myself to eat the pills and apply the cream. It was okay though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and Love said it's getting worst today. I can't do anything already. It's hard for me to wipe my own tears! Hard, really. Tried so hard not to let my tears rolled down during the morning assembly but I couldn't help it. Thanks for the tissue Ifah. It hurts, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lessons were pretty okay. And I don't really enjoy my 2 hours of D&amp;amp;T as I couldn't use the machine. The dust will go into my eyes, for sure. But thanks Hizami for helping me cutting the frame for me. Appreciate it a lot. Will be continue doing our frames, next week, I guess. Must recover fast! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifah help me apply the cream at my left eye. And everyone was scared to see my eyes. Hah, I can scare people already. Khekhe. Meet love at bustop and I'm sorry that I'm late(not always). Went to have lunch @ Long John Silver. And I know that Love doesn't want to eat that. Help out Love with his Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.. On the phone with him. He asked me to find tie for him. Ugh, k nak continue berbual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Sayang sama awak, R.&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/7793807724768959639-1984518188319676105?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1984518188319676105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1984518188319676105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-my-left-eye-hurts.html' title='When my left eye hurts..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCnuGTL1XRI/AAAAAAAADIo/aS6eXlyd3SI/s72-c/20043_1286582678337_1043265112_889801_8083334_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-2460325798027946795</id><published>2010-06-27T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:35:41.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ya besok sekolah.'/><title type='text'>Besok sekolah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why I keep on thinking about school these few days. I think I miss school. I mean my friends especially my lovely 3N3. I've checked my time table for tomorrow and it's so not good. I'll be having PE for the first period. Actually, I love tomorrow's time table but there's Maths &amp;amp; Malay. Ugh, it ruin everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------8&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How about my Sunday today? I went out around 3 and finish up my Maths with Ifah. Everything was pretty okay. We really had a long talk. We are like not satisfied with something. Haha, let it be a secret. Taknak la heboh heboh kan.. Khekhe. Love is away to his cousin's house. Around 6:15, I told them I wanna go home. And I did give a miss call to Love, as I promise(always).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hang up the phone with Love &amp;amp; also Ifah. Just a short conversation. It's already 8:35pm now. I have to like continue doing my Similar Figures. And Ifah asked me to watch Mr Bean Holiday -_- Hello, I nak kene habiskan Maths. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Besok nak hug orang orang yang aku rinduuuuuuuuuuu~ K best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Whoa, tak sabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-2460325798027946795?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2460325798027946795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2460325798027946795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/06/besok-sekolah.html' title='Besok sekolah?'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-687097637555010831</id><published>2010-06-25T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:04:02.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AR.'/><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCS_AHaPvDI/AAAAAAAADIY/ZO0oa1uYris/s1600/tumblr_l3lqn9jjJU1qafznio1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCS_AHaPvDI/AAAAAAAADIY/ZO0oa1uYris/s320/tumblr_l3lqn9jjJU1qafznio1_500_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486720254754143282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-687097637555010831?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/687097637555010831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/687097637555010831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCS_AHaPvDI/AAAAAAAADIY/ZO0oa1uYris/s72-c/tumblr_l3lqn9jjJU1qafznio1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6665926320217346532</id><published>2010-06-24T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:10:24.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th months love.'/><title type='text'>Hi. I miss you Danceoriginal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCMqB2kSKeI/AAAAAAAADIQ/1F37HUo3vYI/s1600/13443_126721314035044_100000915274412_136960_2453466_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCMqB2kSKeI/AAAAAAAADIQ/1F37HUo3vYI/s320/13443_126721314035044_100000915274412_136960_2453466_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486274982383331810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCMqBt9lIFI/AAAAAAAADII/qW1S4bXaljc/s1600/2010-06-15_19-03-03_233_null.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCMqBt9lIFI/AAAAAAAADII/qW1S4bXaljc/s320/2010-06-15_19-03-03_233_null.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486274980073513042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCMqBIDT5zI/AAAAAAAADIA/Mw3P5tnkQVc/s1600/2010-06-15_19-01-25_868_null.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCMqBIDT5zI/AAAAAAAADIA/Mw3P5tnkQVc/s320/2010-06-15_19-01-25_868_null.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486274969897002802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my god. I miss you my blog. Sorry if I didn't post. My laptop.. problem again. It's time for me to get a new one. We'll see how first. I guess there's a lot of things to say huh? I don't think so. I'll just tell you the latest. Haha. How about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last&lt;/span&gt; Friday till Sunday was really awesome! Friday morning, I went out to meet love because he's having his camp in the afternoon. Met him for awhile. Around 3, half of my cousins came to my house. I have to entertain Baby Harith as the rest have not come yet. He asked me to dance while he plays the keyboard -_- I get tired entertaining him. But I enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow his Mum to IMM and meet Omma. They take more than 5 hours there. And it irritates me. The rest of my cousin came and meet us there. I'm like so tired and they keep on dragging the time. But it's okay, they made me smile and laugh all the way. Oppa fetch us around 9. My house was full. Fully booked by them. At night after the adults went off for a sleep.. All of us plan what to do on the next day which is; Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday plan:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Vivo&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Town&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kampung&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Went out without parents \m/ Walk around Vivo. And I don't really like it. I find the place, so b-o-r-i-n-g. So don't take me there alright? Haha. So we decided to go ION to find something. We had our very late lunch at Far East. All of us eat so fast, I tell you. Hungry, obviously. Walk around and after gets tired walking we're off to Bugis. And around 6:45pm we're aboard the bus to Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like woohoo~ Gets to go Pasar Karat again. Bundle! After that had our dinner and they want to Shisha. It feels good. Around 11pm off we went back home at Majidee. Sunday, I'm back at Singapore without cousin :'( Sedih, nak nangis. Khekhekhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, there's no plan. Love's busy. And finally, I get to conference with Batrisha Sweet &amp;amp; Syaziani. They tried to cheer me up by making ____ jokes. Haha, it doesn't work. Sorry Syaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, maybe off to study with Listener. Maybe Batrisha coming along. We'll see how first. Right now, I'm using Sister's laptop. Uncle Bob is still working on my laptop. Bile nak dapat ni?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I rindu dengan 3N3 :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-6665926320217346532?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6665926320217346532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6665926320217346532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi-i-miss-you-danceoriginal.html' title='Hi. I miss you Danceoriginal.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/TCMqB2kSKeI/AAAAAAAADIQ/1F37HUo3vYI/s72-c/13443_126721314035044_100000915274412_136960_2453466_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-1623833426936052258</id><published>2010-06-01T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:27:10.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss you.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Penat nak rehat. Sakit :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-1623833426936052258?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1623833426936052258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1623833426936052258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/06/penat-nak-rehat.html' title=''/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-8562851385832755940</id><published>2010-05-28T13:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:15:47.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Singapore..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_9QaaQVZVI/AAAAAAAADHI/DtLU430zATQ/s1600/Picture+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_9QaaQVZVI/AAAAAAAADHI/DtLU430zATQ/s320/Picture+269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476184086560466258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Salanghabnida&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be going off around, I don't know. Omma said it was in the morning but it's not now. I'll be away for 3 days. Take care of yourself alright, my lovely mates. Especially 3n3, luv luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, take care of yourself too alright? Keep the promise that you made last night. I'll be back as soon as possible. I love you and I'll miss you, love. Xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Look at the moon and stars if you miss me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-8562851385832755940?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/8562851385832755940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/8562851385832755940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/bye-singapore.html' title='Bye Singapore..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_9QaaQVZVI/AAAAAAAADHI/DtLU430zATQ/s72-c/Picture+269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-2439109130798136129</id><published>2010-05-26T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:29:37.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And I don&apos;t care.'/><title type='text'>Hi bitch. I blogged about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have time to read my blog? You are always welcome, girl. So, you said that I interfere your problem and my friend? I don't think so. Please uh, be fair. Your best friend knows what happen, I know what happen too. We got issue since last Friday and it's because of your bloody mouth that couldn't shut. If people around you didn't hear what you say, I also don't know what you have been talking behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heard that you have been hating me since I was sec 1 huh? Which is, 2 years ago. And reasons? Oh, I stead with a guy that you like? Why didn't you just tell him that you like him? Oh my god. Come on uh if you're jealous or something, you could just confront me 2 years ago right? Can I ask you to bring those stories back when I confront you one day? I loved to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, stalking people on Twitter. It's so not good. You want to know what we have been talking about you? Come and ask us personally, it would be better right? You don't have to keep your anger when you read our Twitter. WE don't care. At least we are not cowards like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on hating me and my friends. I don't want you to like me also because I took the guy you want to be with. Opps, I'm not his anymore. Bitch, wake up. It's already 2010. I found someone new. So, go get the guy you have been admiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Angry or not girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-2439109130798136129?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2439109130798136129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2439109130798136129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-bitch-i-blogged-about-you.html' title='Hi bitch. I blogged about you.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-5907881708090306267</id><published>2010-05-26T18:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T18:55:55.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where&apos;s my ezlink card?'/><title type='text'>omg omg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z-DZ9XHQI/AAAAAAAADGA/w3jnNRL9AxQ/s1600/Picture+294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z-DZ9XHQI/AAAAAAAADGA/w3jnNRL9AxQ/s320/Picture+294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475530581436996866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z-C1664LI/AAAAAAAADF4/3I1HK9LejK8/s1600/Picture+291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6juVjRII/AAAAAAAADCg/gbubyCvjfHM/s320/Picture+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475526738616468610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6jZBWrYI/AAAAAAAADCY/P3khZwrFC60/s1600/Picture+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6jZBWrYI/AAAAAAAADCY/P3khZwrFC60/s320/Picture+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475526732894612866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6imTVC8I/AAAAAAAADCQ/njETa2D_Puk/s1600/Picture+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6imTVC8I/AAAAAAAADCQ/njETa2D_Puk/s320/Picture+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475526719279795138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6iYrXB_I/AAAAAAAADCI/vZZCPKh7BJs/s1600/Picture+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6iYrXB_I/AAAAAAAADCI/vZZCPKh7BJs/s320/Picture+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475526715622492146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6iJNPorI/AAAAAAAADCA/YKLGrUz-ccc/s1600/Picture+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6iJNPorI/AAAAAAAADCA/YKLGrUz-ccc/s320/Picture+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475526711469646514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6NpwwI4I/AAAAAAAADB4/aEEpb6TFvtc/s1600/Picture+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6NpwwI4I/AAAAAAAADB4/aEEpb6TFvtc/s320/Picture+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475526359431259010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6NAdYSGI/AAAAAAAADBw/X7prULwAKTc/s1600/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6NAdYSGI/AAAAAAAADBw/X7prULwAKTc/s320/Picture+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475526348344150114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6Mta-RtI/AAAAAAAADBo/BdgI_4Ot1aU/s1600/Picture+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6Mta-RtI/AAAAAAAADBo/BdgI_4Ot1aU/s320/Picture+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475526343233783506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6MZoPLlI/AAAAAAAADBg/5y1QqKsSvJ4/s1600/Picture+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6MZoPLlI/AAAAAAAADBg/5y1QqKsSvJ4/s320/Picture+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475526337920708178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6MDJoV_I/AAAAAAAADBY/2A-xJVGZK2U/s1600/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z6MDJoV_I/AAAAAAAADBY/2A-xJVGZK2U/s320/Picture+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475526331886753778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z56ow9ajI/AAAAAAAADBQ/EclJC4VUmGQ/s1600/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z56ow9ajI/AAAAAAAADBQ/EclJC4VUmGQ/s320/Picture+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475526032746179122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z56awHSsI/AAAAAAAADBI/C2CNdbNg85c/s1600/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z56awHSsI/AAAAAAAADBI/C2CNdbNg85c/s320/Picture+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475526028984535746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z56CjgvHI/AAAAAAAADBA/G_D1kkH0RgE/s1600/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z56CjgvHI/AAAAAAAADBA/G_D1kkH0RgE/s320/Picture+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475526022489226354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z55zSCwAI/AAAAAAAADA4/BCgrU_ZE9lc/s1600/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z55zSCwAI/AAAAAAAADA4/BCgrU_ZE9lc/s320/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475526018389426178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z55dOHj7I/AAAAAAAADAw/A3L6jfaOSHQ/s1600/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z55dOHj7I/AAAAAAAADAw/A3L6jfaOSHQ/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475526012467384242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love all of you, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-5907881708090306267?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5907881708090306267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5907881708090306267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/omg-omg.html' title='omg omg.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_z-DZ9XHQI/AAAAAAAADGA/w3jnNRL9AxQ/s72-c/Picture+294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-8044830319022902727</id><published>2010-05-25T22:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:31:46.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I lost my ezlink card.'/><title type='text'>I hate today because</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdyu8KOLI/AAAAAAAADAo/hGlmAnj0iwQ/s1600/Picture+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdyu8KOLI/AAAAAAAADAo/hGlmAnj0iwQ/s320/Picture+255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475213635662526642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stayed back because I got pissed with my Ezlink Card.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I went to see his training..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdySB1rCI/AAAAAAAADAg/_OuT6QfT138/s1600/Picture+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdySB1rCI/AAAAAAAADAg/_OuT6QfT138/s320/Picture+250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475213627901717538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh hi. Nak kenal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdyAP9CRI/AAAAAAAADAY/4XO4Q2froPc/s1600/Picture+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdyAP9CRI/AAAAAAAADAY/4XO4Q2froPc/s320/Picture+231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475213623129082130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peace, Mr Yong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdx_g0ATI/AAAAAAAADAQ/N5gCZaVGc5E/s1600/Picture+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdx_g0ATI/AAAAAAAADAQ/N5gCZaVGc5E/s320/Picture+214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475213622931358002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi Denna~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdf2Uu-nI/AAAAAAAADAI/1p7OlqE3N54/s1600/Picture+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdf2Uu-nI/AAAAAAAADAI/1p7OlqE3N54/s320/Picture+205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475213311227132530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, he bullied -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdfkWD4sI/AAAAAAAADAA/6Vc4ODA_U0I/s1600/Picture+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdfkWD4sI/AAAAAAAADAA/6Vc4ODA_U0I/s320/Picture+202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475213306400858818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Paul, there's a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdfHitw3I/AAAAAAAAC_4/CzQiK0bwTYY/s1600/Picture+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdfHitw3I/AAAAAAAAC_4/CzQiK0bwTYY/s320/Picture+201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475213298669306738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss this girl, badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vde5MLp3I/AAAAAAAAC_w/SfCU8uEWV-4/s1600/Picture+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vde5MLp3I/AAAAAAAAC_w/SfCU8uEWV-4/s320/Picture+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475213294816700274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They make me happy but in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdegANu0I/AAAAAAAAC_o/6k0pYgoHNKo/s1600/Picture+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdegANu0I/AAAAAAAAC_o/6k0pYgoHNKo/s320/Picture+189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475213288055618370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bully partner, sayang kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdNkVMNRI/AAAAAAAAC_g/r2Ea2OY7660/s1600/Picture+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdNkVMNRI/AAAAAAAAC_g/r2Ea2OY7660/s320/Picture+188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475212997159564562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Panasnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdNfakWtI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/9zC4qZPsvhI/s1600/Picture+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdNfakWtI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/9zC4qZPsvhI/s320/Picture+142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475212995839941330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdNPVWgsI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/735UdejkzZQ/s1600/Picture+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdNPVWgsI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/735UdejkzZQ/s320/Picture+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475212991523095234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi square meng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdM2P9LRI/AAAAAAAAC_I/RJPdrCVSxOo/s1600/Picture+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdM2P9LRI/AAAAAAAAC_I/RJPdrCVSxOo/s320/Picture+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475212984789576978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rajin(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdMp9lyhI/AAAAAAAAC_A/f-Y3FdNVPFQ/s1600/Picture+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdMp9lyhI/AAAAAAAAC_A/f-Y3FdNVPFQ/s320/Picture+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475212981491321362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yo Sul~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vc6V9q0LI/AAAAAAAAC-4/tyOPzlrzLyA/s1600/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vc6V9q0LI/AAAAAAAAC-4/tyOPzlrzLyA/s320/Picture+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475212666885296306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atiqah~ Don't take~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vc6CDx-DI/AAAAAAAAC-w/JQqksOdMdfM/s1600/Picture+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vc6CDx-DI/AAAAAAAAC-w/JQqksOdMdfM/s320/Picture+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475212661542221874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snacks, mahalnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vc52ZAZAI/AAAAAAAAC-o/H0uM9-l2MQc/s1600/Picture+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vc52ZAZAI/AAAAAAAAC-o/H0uM9-l2MQc/s320/Picture+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475212658410021890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G-Drajon's girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vc5ujm5YI/AAAAAAAAC-g/_hjKIs3YEl8/s1600/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vc5ujm5YI/AAAAAAAAC-g/_hjKIs3YEl8/s320/Picture+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475212656307004802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Mdm Norliah force me to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vc5YNH2mI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/zlqNZTHHreg/s1600/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vc5YNH2mI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/zlqNZTHHreg/s320/Picture+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475212650307115618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vck0V2P3I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/48u_6JEgT_0/s1600/Picture+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vck0V2P3I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/48u_6JEgT_0/s320/Picture+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475212297082650482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi nice scenery, so Midon is the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vckjDXEUI/AAAAAAAAC-I/OGDn8mq9tBw/s1600/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vckjDXEUI/AAAAAAAAC-I/OGDn8mq9tBw/s320/Picture+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475212292441706818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3N2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vckUp5uEI/AAAAAAAAC-A/4HC2Di2JuQM/s1600/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vckUp5uEI/AAAAAAAAC-A/4HC2Di2JuQM/s320/Picture+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475212288576829506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Comel eh? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vckFNKCGI/AAAAAAAAC94/xkWOUw3Ky-8/s1600/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vckFNKCGI/AAAAAAAAC94/xkWOUw3Ky-8/s320/Picture+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475212284429731938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vcjq2KM1I/AAAAAAAAC9w/oDjxlqVzZqw/s1600/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vcjq2KM1I/AAAAAAAAC9w/oDjxlqVzZqw/s320/Picture+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475212277353952082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faz and Kecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vcPUHHRMI/AAAAAAAAC9o/Qh7i8E6tpMU/s1600/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vcPUHHRMI/AAAAAAAAC9o/Qh7i8E6tpMU/s320/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475211927653663938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vcPKeaOLI/AAAAAAAAC9g/QPA-A3jm7_U/s1600/DSC_0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vcPKeaOLI/AAAAAAAAC9g/QPA-A3jm7_U/s320/DSC_0142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475211925067020466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vcO8_iThI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/Oa7O567hn4g/s1600/DSC_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vcO8_iThI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/Oa7O567hn4g/s320/DSC_0149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475211921447865874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hizami Suhardi, stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vcOqZad3I/AAAAAAAAC9Q/jmOX99w9YZE/s1600/DSC_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vcOqZad3I/AAAAAAAAC9Q/jmOX99w9YZE/s320/DSC_0148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475211916456130418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the journey starts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vcOAA_5YI/AAAAAAAAC9I/7z-sAbQoERM/s1600/DSC_0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vcOAA_5YI/AAAAAAAAC9I/7z-sAbQoERM/s320/DSC_0133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475211905079436674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything ends with not okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-8044830319022902727?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/8044830319022902727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/8044830319022902727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-today-because.html' title='I hate today because'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_vdyu8KOLI/AAAAAAAADAo/hGlmAnj0iwQ/s72-c/Picture+255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-6423638512005177280</id><published>2010-05-24T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:09:20.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benci sangat.'/><title type='text'>Tak suke same kau..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_p2PJINamI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/dh7S6t6Xa00/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_p2PJINamI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/dh7S6t6Xa00/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474818299542727266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh hi, sorang je?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looks like one of my friend are fighting with you also. Wherever you go, please just shut your bloody mouth. Everyone could hear when you talk about people. Mind that. And now, you deleted me from your Friend's list. Thank you. Change your attitude for goodness sake. Dari sec 1, tak pernah nak berubah. Don't smile already la when you see me. Uh, pretending only. Next time, don't use mask to school. Don't give me that fake smile when you already talk about me. Don't pretend as if there's nothing happen also. Just see, confirm one or two girl would want to confront with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------8&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maths trial? B-0-r-i-n-g. Unlucky people for the day is Me, Hizami, Amirul Hakim, Poh Seng, Atiqah, Kian Tiong &amp;amp; Efah. We got to follow 3N4's bus. And did I miss out any names? Wait, I don't think so. There's not enough bus and that's why we got to follow them. 3N3 fall apart for awhile just now. Love kept on asking me to sit with him while Mr Koh's head kept on turning behind. I'm so far away from you. He start his sulking with me. And I promise to sit with him when going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group leader was Amirul Hakim and unbelievable. K leader, please lead. I kept on fighting with Hizami. Irritating la kau. You pinched my leg till it's read !@#$%^&amp;amp;*!?!. Thank you, sayang kau Mi -.- There's nothing much happen. I didn't eat at all @ Changi Airport. It's okay, it helps my diet. And someone would be like "Hmph, tetap boncet." You know who you are uh. Psst, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I got pissed with the noise level inside the bus when we're going back to school. I just kept quiet and my face turns not okay. Checked our results. And I passed 3 and failed 3 :( This is no good. I hate you, Combined Humanities. Seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home with Love. Thought of not getting my nap but I did till 7pm. It was a long nap. And I received a text from Love around 5. Sorry, I can't call you tonight. I know you'll be reading. Never fail to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, tomorrow will be bringing Nikon Baby and Atiqah already aiming it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodnight xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Um, perangai tukar please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-6423638512005177280?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6423638512005177280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/6423638512005177280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/tak-suke-same-kau.html' title='Tak suke same kau..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_p2PJINamI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/dh7S6t6Xa00/s72-c/DSC_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-1921386790968243401</id><published>2010-05-23T18:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:36:02.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no matter what.'/><title type='text'>We got to be strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_kMdJp_bjI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/BRnh9EOLQZU/s1600/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_kMdJp_bjI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/BRnh9EOLQZU/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474420516993330738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi sexy cousin, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not about missing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought after I've meet my girls in class my heart would be okay but I guess it's not. Hearing their problems makes me go sad too. Especially Hannah's problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to give some advice but I don't think it helps. I told her to text her boyfriend and express everything. And I guess he doesn't understand. Hannah, I know you hate to wait. Same goes to me. But no matter what, you got to tell him whatever it's inside your heart. Let it out, girl. Somehow, we're facing the same problem. But I'm fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me everything just now, I know you feel like crying. I saw your eyes and I knew you gonna cry. It hurts, I know. Your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7th &lt;/span&gt;Month is coming. Just don't expect something from him alright? Just don't think anything. You just see what would he do on that day. He doesn't want to leave you and so do you. Right? You must understand his situation. And he got to understand yours too. You don't text him if he keeps on asking you to wait or make you to wait. You know how it feels to wait for someone right? Yes, we had the same feelings Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happen, don't do stupid decisions. I'm here for you. And I don't want you to be sad. This coming Wednesday are your anniversary. Try to smile. Anything happens, text/call me. I'll be your Listener, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------8&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See, all of this hurts. Sometimes we all have to end up feeling cheated. And I don't know why. No matter what happen, we still have to face all of this. We always hurt those we care about most, because we expect them to love and forgive us, no matter what. And don't ever think that just because someone loves you doesn't mean he/she won't hurt you. You might get hurt with small matter or even worst big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative thoughts are running on my mind. And I don't wish to think about it anymore. Had a dream about someone that I don't want to think about. And I hate that dream _|_ Yes, now.. Let's think positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: What's hurt the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-1921386790968243401?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1921386790968243401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1921386790968243401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-got-to-be-strong.html' title='We got to be strong'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_kMdJp_bjI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/BRnh9EOLQZU/s72-c/DSC_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-7759953599548909920</id><published>2010-05-23T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T09:59:18.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to have you.'/><title type='text'>I'm glad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_iJA3lm2NI/AAAAAAAAC7w/5HtFvlPqRjg/s1600/Rauf%27s+name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_iJA3lm2NI/AAAAAAAAC7w/5HtFvlPqRjg/s320/Rauf%27s+name.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474275995083528402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi Rauf's name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Saturday were pretty okay. I slept twice in Saturday morning. Firstly, thanks to Auntie's call, I'm awake. And I fall asleep till 3pm. Called Listener as I want to meet him. I was late because I took my own sweet time to bathe. Meet him around 4+ and we had a very long talk. We understand each other feelings. But not to forget, I complained something to him then Listener is on someone side. Heheh, takpe takpe. Boys -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5:30+, he wants to get back home. I went home and online. I really want to watch the sunset. So, I decided to tell love to meet at Goodview's rooftop. Somehow, he was late. And it is okay. I just kept quiet when we have reached there nearly 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parts of the skies turns &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;. And I find it nice. Have a talk as I don't want love to keep on asking me why I kept quiet. Saw a lot of stars. Both of us start to count the stars. Heheh, so cute. I stop counting at 15 as I only saw 15 but love stop counting at 16. Heheh, my birthday date and his birthday date. But at last, it's more than 16! :P The moon is nice, aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I saw rainbow around the moon. It's super nice. And we saw twinkling star and I think we saw Shooting star too! I love my Saturday Night and that's what I told him. He has to get back home fast as his brother coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received 13 missed calls from Love and I'm sorry :( And oh, he's going out today. Have fun, Rauf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we'll be going out school again. We're heading to Changi Airport for Maths Trial. Hope it would be a fun one. Let see whether there's someone gonna talk about me again. Right Syaziani? Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I love you.&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/7793807724768959639-7759953599548909920?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7759953599548909920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7759953599548909920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-glad.html' title='I&apos;m glad..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_iJA3lm2NI/AAAAAAAAC7w/5HtFvlPqRjg/s72-c/Rauf%27s+name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-1641526339449528791</id><published>2010-05-21T18:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:41:59.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ape?'/><title type='text'>Perangai kau berubah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_Zag56af8I/AAAAAAAAC7o/vce42cfe0FM/s1600/smalltalk_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_Zag56af8I/AAAAAAAAC7o/vce42cfe0FM/s320/smalltalk_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473661918463557570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So.. You think I'm okay with the 2 girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since sec 2 or maybe sec 1, I don't like your attitude but I keep to myself as you're not really close to me. Last year, you fault with some of the girls I knew. And from there, I know your attitude. I want to stop posting about negative things about people but you make me to. What's wrong with you two till my name and someone's name that doesn't related to you came out from your mouth? He don't even know you guys and I'm not close with you guys. So, what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Me and Syaziani are waiting for his arrival. Both of you did saw me and you two speak out his name? Oh my goodness, are you guys jealous that I'm waiting for him? Eh come on la, you have your own boyfriend to take care of right? So, you should know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for someone also you guys want to find problem. Perangai berubah la sikit. Jangan suka carik pasal. Don't make me start the fight if not this is will be my first fighting in 2010. Please, not happy, confront alright. Sengal otak kau due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---8&lt;---(cut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time at the Changi Navel Base. But I felt irritated because there's a lot of Primary students, Secondary students, ITE students and Poly students. Too many, I tell you. Saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of ex-yusoffians especially Fauzi~! Heheh, the first thing he said to me was "Hey, how's life?!" Miss you manzxzx atukk. And right after that, he asked me where's the sec 4's. Great. Walk around and my head starts to spin and no one knows. Fhew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet at 12:45pm. And we have to walk and have to queue. It's very very long, I tell you. Omg omg. Somehow, I felt relieved once we aboard the bus. Sit with Mukesh inside the bus. And both of us fall asleep. Irritating bodoh Mukesh tidur -_- Thanks to Mr Yen for waking us up. *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Love at the goodview and home sweet home. I'm hungry now. Omma, can you get out from the Jurong Point fast? Jumpe dekat Alif~ Nak makan :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I have not eaten since morning. K bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Budak tu tengah makan. Pe, sodapppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy 16th Birthday Nurfa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;May your wishes come true and may Allah blessed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mesti nak color &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;, ish sebok) khehek, joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-1641526339449528791?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1641526339449528791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1641526339449528791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/perangai-kau-berubah.html' title='Perangai kau berubah..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_Zag56af8I/AAAAAAAAC7o/vce42cfe0FM/s72-c/smalltalk_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-3459807748874629095</id><published>2010-05-20T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:21:59.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I want to.'/><title type='text'>I wish I could be happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_UX5t1xHEI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/ccHv1_6JQp8/s1600/DSC_0015+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_UX5t1xHEI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/ccHv1_6JQp8/s320/DSC_0015+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473307202463800386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh ejekkkkk :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's nothing else I can say about my Mid Year. As for today, I got back my Physics, English paper 1 and also my D&amp;amp;T. Failed Combined Humanities and Science for sure. And not to forget, Maths. For the overall, I passed my D&amp;amp;T. Well I guess, thanks to my project works uh. For English paper 1, I think I love my marks. Heheh, 4 more marks to 50. Ugh waste but still pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess, my day were pretty okay. Happy, sad, anger, pissed = Okay. Weird huh? So far, have not get back our Malay paper. And I don't wish to see it. No confident, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, will be out from school to Changi Navel Base for some I don't know. I hope it would be a fun one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Missing someone is your heart's way of reminding you that you love them&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/7793807724768959639-3459807748874629095?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3459807748874629095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3459807748874629095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wish-i-could-be-happy.html' title='I wish I could be happy'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_UX5t1xHEI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/ccHv1_6JQp8/s72-c/DSC_0015+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-5708677514826502118</id><published>2010-05-19T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:16:03.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s real bad.'/><title type='text'>Disappointed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_PUgSocYCI/AAAAAAAAC7I/0HM9zLILlhI/s1600/DSC_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_PUgSocYCI/AAAAAAAAC7I/0HM9zLILlhI/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472951623407656994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to lovely mates for asking me to cool down when I was crying just now. I don't wish to see that marks anymore. Ms Chia knows that I really tried my best and that's why I'm crying. A single digit mark, it's not okay for me. If you think I'm not studying for my Mid Year, well I guess, you're wrong. Sleeping at 2-3am just for my Maths, my body feels weak when I woke up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I really did badly for my Mid Year exam. I don't wish to look at my other papers. Like what I've said, I've flunked everything. Yes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to talk about this anymore. It hurts, uh uh hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I've tried so hard, you know?&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/7793807724768959639-5708677514826502118?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5708677514826502118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5708677514826502118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_PUgSocYCI/AAAAAAAAC7I/0HM9zLILlhI/s72-c/DSC_0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-4586125487987324107</id><published>2010-05-18T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:09:36.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rabitah Rauf Batrisha Syaziani'/><title type='text'>Thank you for making my day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_KM6bJ1FEI/AAAAAAAAC7A/v8-MnrMHfBo/s1600/DSC_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_KM6bJ1FEI/AAAAAAAAC7A/v8-MnrMHfBo/s320/DSC_0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472591432557859906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss Nikon baby :( So I took with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to say this.. I really had a great time with Syaziani, Batrisha &amp;amp; Rauf. Thanks for making appointment on this day, Syaziani. Heheh. I can see myself smiling widely and can't stop laughing. But not to forget, Rauf was late and the 2 girls were like scolding me. Next time, eat faster la you -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to take 187 and drop off outside interchange. Walk and took 106 to outside and take 963. I know, one word: Troublesome. Thanks to whoever plan this. You know yourself. Please feel guilty. Hahahah! We're early and waited for the doctor like 1 hour 30 minutes, I guess? Laugh, look at D's picture(opps trisha.. heheh), buy water, look at cute babies.. Like can sleep you know. When it's time for her to see the doctor, Batrisha follow her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaziani had to go on X-Ray(3rd floor), go down first floor again see doctor, go room 19 to do whatever thing la. So long you know, omg omg. I hate going hospital. She had another appointment next month. So how? I'm following again~ See how first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our very late lunch at BPP @ Long John Silver. A-g-a-i-n~ YEAY! That time was on the 13th with love and now with my girls and him also. HEHEH (Y). I laughed a lot. Can see me smiling right? I know. And laugh about Batrisha being C*. So funny. Me &amp;amp; Syaziani did a fight inside the NTUC while Batrisha buying a bottle of Coca Cola. Rauf kept on smiling and laugh only -_- We're crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodview with Love after that. And now he's off to Johor with his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I'm still waiting for Syaziani to say MIANHE to me :'( Kau baikkkkk cakappppp! Nak masuk ICU tak kau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I love you 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-4586125487987324107?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4586125487987324107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4586125487987324107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you-for-making-my-day.html' title='Thank you for making my day.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_KM6bJ1FEI/AAAAAAAAC7A/v8-MnrMHfBo/s72-c/DSC_0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-5642905877673312240</id><published>2010-05-17T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:23:54.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing.'/><title type='text'>so not me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_EzIDGUutI/AAAAAAAAC64/8YhvLM8pJ7E/s1600/fouryearolds_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_EzIDGUutI/AAAAAAAAC64/8YhvLM8pJ7E/s320/fouryearolds_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472211235595664082" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually, it's not about this. I just find it cute -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My heart feels not okay and I decided to call Syaziani. I'm sorry if my voice were too high for you. I started to throw out my anger to her. And this is not good. She tried to calm me down and asked why. I just don't know why. My tears starts to rolled down. I just feel like giving up on my life. For past 2 days, I easily get irritated and annoyed. And I don't care what people feels. I don't want to understand them though. So weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not me at all. Right? I don't want to cry when I'm going to bed later. I hope Syaziani could give me a call at night later and hope she could make me feel better. She knows me well by now, right? You were the one who have been there for me, if you want to know. I love you, take care of your hand -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, can someone talk to me and make a nice conversation with me? Kay no -_- My phone is on divert call because I don't want people to get through me. *Evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text me and I'll deactivate. And we'll make a nice conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: dan sebenarnya..&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/7793807724768959639-5642905877673312240?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5642905877673312240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/5642905877673312240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-not-me.html' title='so not me.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_EzIDGUutI/AAAAAAAAC64/8YhvLM8pJ7E/s72-c/fouryearolds_large.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-1338306260886268580</id><published>2010-05-17T14:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:06:53.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M-a-t-i best.'/><title type='text'>Not myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_DmPVQe5PI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/5Oo73vrM-7Y/s1600/Picture+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_DmPVQe5PI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/5Oo73vrM-7Y/s320/Picture+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472126698333857010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't even want to look at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry yourself to sleep are not a good thing to do. My tears wouldn't want to stop when I started to hug my pillow. Had my period cramp and stress out with my D&amp;amp;T paper. This is not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, D&amp;amp;T was difficult. Reading 7 chapters, all of them didn't came out. Macam cb. I'm starting to get annoyed with exam papers like this. Things that I've studied, it didn't came out. And oh, I took 30 minutes just to get the 4 things to be sketch/oblique/isometric. And the paper was like 1 hour. I didn't do the &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first two pages&lt;/u&gt; and I do anyhow for my &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last two last pages&lt;/u&gt;. Mr A didn't even came to our class to check on us. I'm so fucking pissed _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, I catch a cold when I'm on my way to school. So tell me, what's wrong with me?! I'm getting irritated with myself since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Aisyah Saniban for listening to my story just now. Walk around the Lot 1. Like oh so boring place -_- Heheh, so how's the 2 girls dress up? No comment eh Cha? Somehow, she make my day. I love you, Aisyah. Don't eat too much, you know I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home. I get my own late breakfast and watch Mtv. My eyes wanna close and had a great nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awake for awhile just now because I dream about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; out of a sudden. What does this means? And yes, the whole night and in the morning.. It has been raining. And now the Sun shines. Aww, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I wanna hug. Anyone? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M GETTING ANNOYED WITH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7793807724768959639-1338306260886268580?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1338306260886268580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/1338306260886268580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-myself.html' title='Not myself'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S_DmPVQe5PI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/5Oo73vrM-7Y/s72-c/Picture+161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-921670376250918062</id><published>2010-05-16T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:46:27.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rindu seseorang.'/><title type='text'>Hi Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S--f6IFHzaI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/wN97gsVwU3Y/s1600/Little+Girl..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S--f6IFHzaI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/wN97gsVwU3Y/s320/Little+Girl..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471767893228637602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rindu rambut lame :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi Sunday. Nenek kept on nagging in the morning because I didn't wake up and didn't get ready for my religious class. Drag myself to check my phone and it's only 8am. Continue sleeping till 9:45am. Thanks to Love for accompany me through the phone as I cannot sleep. Xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a phone call from my cousin and she asked why I didn't go back kampung yesterday. Like what I've said, I'm having a period cramp. She miss me a lot. And she told me I missed the fun. Now, I regret for not forcing myself to go. K never mind -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story telling with my girls and everything were okay. I'm still waiting for Love's call as he is still sleeping. Hello love, it's already 3:4opm. It's okay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's school for me tomorrow. And there's no school for love &amp;amp; Syaziani. Nak dengan korang due la :( I hope tomorrow I can do my D&amp;amp;T paper. Pray for me okay? Ish terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Naira is here. And she's having fever. Get well soon, little girl. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 15th Birthday Aisyeek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-921670376250918062?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/921670376250918062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/921670376250918062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-sunday.html' title='Hi Sunday.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S--f6IFHzaI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/wN97gsVwU3Y/s72-c/Little+Girl..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-7206912457139501316</id><published>2010-05-15T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:25:46.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cermin dulu tu muke.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come on, what year is this? 2010 right? I still see people posting up "unsatisfied" matter on facebook. I felt irritated when I see people kept on posting something that they don't like. And as if people gonna comment/like their status. You want to know why I post this up on blog? It is because my fingers are itchy to type all of this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl. If your status it's for me or my buddy, I think you need to talk to us face to face. There's no need for you to write on your wall like that. Behave like 14, please girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Aku da start benci orang macam gini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-7206912457139501316?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7206912457139501316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/7206912457139501316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/come-on-what-year-is-this-2010-right-i.html' title=''/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-2710167591817865008</id><published>2010-05-15T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T15:57:14.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOSAN.'/><title type='text'>Boring saturday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S-5RxhjF8AI/AAAAAAAAC6A/h5VkQnPlEyo/s1600/42_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S-5RxhjF8AI/AAAAAAAAC6A/h5VkQnPlEyo/s320/42_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471400508562731010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to my period cramp, I didn't get to follow Mum &amp;amp; Sister to meet my cousins. When they left the house already, the cramp gone. Macam cb _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wanna meet me? Anyone? Boring ni :( Jangan buat aku pergi tu Goodview sorang lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Waiting..&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/7793807724768959639-2710167591817865008?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2710167591817865008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/2710167591817865008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/boring-saturday.html' title='Boring saturday..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S-5RxhjF8AI/AAAAAAAAC6A/h5VkQnPlEyo/s72-c/42_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-8672931155265507134</id><published>2010-05-14T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:58:26.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brain please start working.'/><title type='text'>Finally friday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S-1UJzt3FDI/AAAAAAAAC54/H8I433lJHd4/s1600/Awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S-1UJzt3FDI/AAAAAAAAC54/H8I433lJHd4/s320/Awesome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471121649803138098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi Friday, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just love Friday. I can sleep and I can do whatever I want. Okay random. But seriously, I love Friday, okay enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is not my last paper. For some of the classes are but not mine. My last paper will be D&amp;amp;T and which is on next Monday. I hope I can do it. Just need more practice on my drawing. Oblique and so on.. It's not easy when you have to figure out the drawing on your own without teacher's guide. This is what I've been facing for the past 4 months. Just have to look at the examples(which is on the whiteboard) and figure out how did he draw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No guide paper = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confuse&lt;/span&gt;. It's okay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my Physics paper are okay. It's not easy, it's not hard. And I didn't do two question -.- I think I'm going to fail my Mid Year badly. Hope &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the phone with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;two best people&lt;/span&gt; make me laugh all the way. Don't worry Syaziani, I'll follow you. But I'm not sure of Rauf. Heheh. Both of them hang up already. Both of them wanna eat. So, I'm like waiting for my phone to vibrate. And I'm so happy that I'm not sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because.. I really had a very very long "nap" just now. Heheh, ok toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Monday, please come faster :(&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/7793807724768959639-8672931155265507134?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/8672931155265507134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/8672931155265507134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-friday.html' title='Finally friday..'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S-1UJzt3FDI/AAAAAAAAC54/H8I433lJHd4/s72-c/Awesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-4492418412703517932</id><published>2010-05-13T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:46:28.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dah tiga bulan kenal? Wow cepat.'/><title type='text'>3rd love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S-vw8_VrCeI/AAAAAAAAC5w/NeSflWDbA6U/s1600/tumblr_kz0uduG4f21qzx5i0o1_400_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S-vw8_VrCeI/AAAAAAAAC5w/NeSflWDbA6U/s320/tumblr_kz0uduG4f21qzx5i0o1_400_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470731102956751330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And finally, both of the Maths paper are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I've got no hope for my maths already and I swear it's true. I didn't do some of the questions, like again. Seriously, I took more 15 minutes on one question. And I think more than that. Forget the formulas. Brain, why are you so forgetful? Ok no. It's actually the way you look at the paper. One word: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frighten&lt;/span&gt;. Or ? K never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only paper for the day. And meet Love after 12. Thanks for the Esprit t-shirt! ^^ Ish suka.. Walk around town. Look at people, laugh at people, make jokes, go see stationery stuff, everywhere we go we saw Mickey Mouse, eat, sit around the Istana park and around 5:30pm take 190.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how about that? Heheh. Leg cramp and there's Physic paper tomorrow. I'll be start revising some of the formula tonight. Or I'll wake myself at around 12am (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get information about the Photoshoot with Amirah &amp;amp; Nalah :) Text me faster! *Smile wide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Someone look at me in a different way. Ish maluuuuuuuuuuu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-4492418412703517932?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4492418412703517932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4492418412703517932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/3rd-love.html' title='3rd love.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S-vw8_VrCeI/AAAAAAAAC5w/NeSflWDbA6U/s72-c/tumblr_kz0uduG4f21qzx5i0o1_400_large.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-3693319982315332019</id><published>2010-05-12T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:51:43.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunk shoot.'/><title type='text'>Never fail to make me smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S-qT-JTyM3I/AAAAAAAAC5o/fMDAKiaUEeE/s1600/Awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S-qT-JTyM3I/AAAAAAAAC5o/fMDAKiaUEeE/s320/Awesome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470347393254962034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Syaziani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why I feel like crying doing my exam papers this year. Like what I've said, I've been squeezing too many things inside my brain. Friends kept on saying "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No matter how hard you try to remember the things now, it won't help. You'll forget everything once the paper infront of you&lt;/span&gt;." Somehow, it's true. Thanks Mukesh for telling me that. But you know, I'm trying my best. Geography, you suck _|_ I hate you, I don't love you. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass my Mid-Year but look at all the papers, ugh never mind. I'm left with 3 papers :( And D&amp;amp;T is my last paper and which is on next Monday. It's my Maths Paper 2 tomorrow. So tell me, how many questions I'm not gonna do tomorrow? And tell me how many marks gonna fly just like that tomorrow? And am I gonna&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cry&lt;/span&gt; doing it tomorrow? Hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Paper 2, please be good tomorrow. Give the questions that I'm gonna study later. So, it'll be easy. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: 3rd tomorrow with love. *wink.&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/7793807724768959639-3693319982315332019?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3693319982315332019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/3693319982315332019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-fail-to-make-me-smile.html' title='Never fail to make me smile.'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S-qT-JTyM3I/AAAAAAAAC5o/fMDAKiaUEeE/s72-c/Awesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793807724768959639.post-4547903160198567594</id><published>2010-05-11T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:37:28.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rindu R.'/><title type='text'>Sedih kau tahu tak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S-lLg6jbilI/AAAAAAAAC5g/H-9xhW6eZU0/s1600/DSC01127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S-lLg6jbilI/AAAAAAAAC5g/H-9xhW6eZU0/s320/DSC01127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469986251263937106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maths Paper 1 + SS Paper = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having our exams in the afternoon, it's not good at all. Firstly, you feel like going home when you see the other Yusoffians going home. Secondly, the ISH is very hot place even though it's raining. Thirdly, you don't feel like doing the paper. Fourthly, the one you studied didn't came out at all. And lastly, you feel like you have not enough time to finish up the whole paper. So, what's the conclusion people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; for texting me in the morning and I'm awake. And seriously, it's before the time I wanna wake up. Heheh, it's okay. He ask me to call him and so I did. Get myself ready and went out around 9+ as I'm going study first with him. Study @ MacDonald. Saw some of my classmates. I feel like sleeping when I wanna start on my Maths. Seriously.. I can't take it anymore. Last night, I slept around 2am. Revising &lt;u&gt;everything.&lt;/u&gt; This is no good at all. Aisyeek &amp;amp; Amirul came. And they sit with us for awhile. Around 12+, off to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us feel like going home but too bad, it's Mid Year paper. I didn't finish 5 questions of my Maths Paper 1. And my Social Studies, I find it okay but I don't think I can pass. Whatever it is, having your exam papers in the afternoon is not good. No more please, no more :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 945 with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. And home sweet home. Saw some Ex-Yusoffians. They remember me~ Heheheh, hi korang! Reached home Nenek didn't cook anything. Omma &amp;amp; Oppa went out buy for me food. Now, I'm full. Khekhekhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what? Belajar Chemistry &amp;amp; Elective Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selamaaaaaat uh Rabitah~ Nangis lagi kau belajar&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Only 4 papers down. And next week have one more _|_ :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793807724768959639-4547903160198567594?l=danceoriginal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4547903160198567594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793807724768959639/posts/default/4547903160198567594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceoriginal.blogspot.com/2010/05/sedih-kau-tahu-tak.html' title='Sedih kau tahu tak?'/><author><name>● Rabitah ●</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081783662462300888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXGedoFLRxA/S-lLg6jbilI/AAAAAAAAC5g/H-9xhW6eZU0/s72-c/DSC01127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
