<?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-27470390</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:18:06.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not supposed to be easy. that's why they call it a crush.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-7437494520682588540</id><published>2009-04-21T13:00:00.049+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:35:08.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Pardon my previous Idk-how-to-describe entry. Things haven't been exactly smooth sailing for me, and even the people around me. Still, I'm very grateful and contented with the little things that make me happy. These two &lt;u&gt;priceless&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;precious&lt;/u&gt; things called &lt;b&gt;Family&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Friends&lt;/b&gt;. They are, without a doubt, My Ultimate Remedy. So, let's not take things for granted, everybody. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Se1iotPW_8I/AAAAAAAABWc/mNbHchumCko/s1600-h/DSC06086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Se1iotPW_8I/AAAAAAAABWc/mNbHchumCko/s400/DSC06086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327022385727471554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, last 14th April was dear Awitt's fourteenth birthday. Ibu and I decided to assess our culinary skills; which obviously for me, has grown a little rusty. Ibu baked him some Kek Marble, but I guess it was a bit terbantut. Haha. First time ehs, never before taws. Entah mengapa eh, I wonder which part did she go wrong? Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Se1iopG1q4I/AAAAAAAABWU/sjn8Kl58KGk/s1600-h/DSC06076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Se1iopG1q4I/AAAAAAAABWU/sjn8Kl58KGk/s400/DSC06076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327022384617991042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as for me, I baked him some Brownies. I already gave my all, okays. So, y'all takmo banyak songeh eh. Haha. But, the result will always turn out slightly different, from what people normally get. Well, atleast kek kita betol-betol jadi kali nii. The last time I did, I missed one major step! When I come to think of it again, I laughed at myself hard. Haha, are y'guys done guessing? That's right, I actually forgot to place the mixture to bake, in the oven! I just left it to chill in the refrigerator, my goodness! Patut laa kek tuu tak naek-naek! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Feedback? - Awitt thought it was a tad too sweet. -_____-"&lt;br /&gt;Anw, thanks Amirah for your recipe. Miss you, cupcake. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Se1inwA2pjI/AAAAAAAABWE/zSOaRqE9QcA/s1600-h/DSC06091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Se1inwA2pjI/AAAAAAAABWE/zSOaRqE9QcA/s400/DSC06091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327022369292068402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up, even Mbak Misye made for him a dessert. Bertuah punya budak! It's made from this particular Hoon Kueh powder and ready-to-eat marble cake. The outcome was just fabulous! Then, we decorate it with Hershey's chocolate syrup. Sweeet~ I even wrote 'K14' which simply means &lt;i&gt;Kamarul turns fourteen&lt;/i&gt;. The writings looked a bit distorted, though. Oh, and since our budget's kinda tight, we only bought a packet of chikin franks, chikin nuggets and fish fillets (is it?) each. Abe potong kecik-kecik, terus jadi banyak. Haha! It looks appetisingly cute, though small in size. Hehe. Hey, it's the thought that counts. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Se1ioNYyPBI/AAAAAAAABWM/oJaAgdcxNno/s1600-h/DSC06072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Se1ioNYyPBI/AAAAAAAABWM/oJaAgdcxNno/s400/DSC06072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327022377177070610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *&lt;br /&gt;I think my relationship with Awitt has improved. 'Cos this brother of mine, just has the tendency to keep things to himself, y'know. So, I was relieved when I was accompanying him to sleep last night, and he suddenly popped out the question, &lt;i&gt;"Kak, I need somebody to talk to..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like any good sister do, I asked him if he was doing okay in school... Iyelaa, kakak mana tak sayang adek, oi! The last thing I would (never) do, &lt;b&gt;is to fail my lifetime job, being his blood sister.&lt;/b&gt; Anyhoots, back to the story, he suddenly opened up a topic about BGR (!!!); like how he's having a crush on someone in school, rightnow. Haha! I told him that it's perfectly normal to feel wise. Then, he talked about his future plans and all... Honestly, I was quite stunned! Dah besar jugakk adek aku nii eh, fikiran de pon dah boleh tahan matang. Hehe! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I don't mind. Like what Ayah once said; &lt;i&gt;"One day, you'll be suprised if your sister or brother turns to you first, before myself (Ayah) or your Ibu, to discuss about their personal encounters..."&lt;/i&gt; Somewhat true enough? *smiles* What matters most is, the very fact and assurance that I'll be there for them. &lt;b&gt;I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to be there for them.&lt;/b&gt; What will my world be like, without my adek-adek, y'tell me? (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Se11cJH8EdI/AAAAAAAABWk/33v0v-7TF2s/s1600-h/DSC03698+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Se11cJH8EdI/AAAAAAAABWk/33v0v-7TF2s/s400/DSC03698+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327043060595167698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Allah, for this blessful life, this wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Allah, for my Ayah, my Ibu, Aten and Awit.&lt;br /&gt;Datoks and Neneks. Cousins and Relatives.&lt;br /&gt;Friends and Earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-7437494520682588540?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7437494520682588540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=7437494520682588540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7437494520682588540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7437494520682588540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2009/04/pardon-my-previous-idk-how-to-describe.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Se1iotPW_8I/AAAAAAAABWc/mNbHchumCko/s72-c/DSC06086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-5304182036081327777</id><published>2009-04-09T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:20:49.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;"I'm telling you, I've got a lot to update, I swear. But, I just can't get myself to go about doing it. Oh, tell me what's the f***ing wrong wimme. Dear God, I need you now more than ever. Please, listen to my plea! All I need is ONE golden &lt;i&gt;opportunity&lt;/i&gt;. Just ONCE. It ain't that many. ))':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; is driving me crazy! Pity &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt;, even if you don't pity me. Help &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt; by helping me, oh Almighty one. I'm so helpless... Nobody else to turn to but You... Please grant me my wish. Amiin."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, baby love, for all the words of encouragement. Y'know she loves you. Hell, as much as she doesn't wanna believe it, she seriously thinks that she's suffering from depression. ((Which way did the old bubbly-blur Faana go? Beats me.)) Anw, Idk if she'll be coming here anytime soon. Things have never seemed so hard for her, until now. But, don't worry. She's not losing any of her senses, yet. She won't resort to doing silly things, mark my words. Maybe &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; is, but just a testament of faith from Him. Positive thoughts, still. I know she's much stronger than she thinks she is, so she should be able to pull through. She has boldly faced a lot of setbacks before, so I'm most certain she can emerge winner from this trial, too. Yes? &lt;s&gt;No?&lt;/s&gt; Come, don't dampen her hopes just yet. Spur her spirits on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, enlighten her.&lt;br /&gt;Remember her in your prayers.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-5304182036081327777?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/5304182036081327777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=5304182036081327777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/5304182036081327777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/5304182036081327777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-telling-you-ive-got-lot-to-update-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-1201105935836742351</id><published>2009-03-09T13:39:00.113+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:37:42.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah. My relationship with my beau &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; improving. We're so much better, now. &lt;b&gt;Honesty is the best policy&lt;/b&gt;, so they say. The truth &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; hurts, yes? But, nobody likes living in denial, either. &lt;i&gt;I love you, baby love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, oh gee. I think I'm behaving like one, spoilt girlfriend, can. 'Cos he's been very, very understanding towards me, and y'can even tell that he's been pampering me alot. Hehe. Just so y'know, he has credited thirty dollars top-up value to my pre-paid card, so far! Tell me, how should I react?! Go on, tell me. =.=" Of course, I'll politely decline his offer everytime, as he tends to make me feel bad that way. He's one, generous guy, really. Alaa, matahe kita so cuute laa awak. De pernah cakap pat kita cenni taw;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's u tats bad.. U kn tkde duit.. Kalau I tak top-upkn utk u, abe macamana I nk cntct u? Ltr I miss u, hw?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiling sheepishly* Hehehe, tersenyum kambeng gurun betol, chek taw. Oh, I'm also elated to share with y'guys that we just turned a month's old, last Friday. Hehe, &lt;b&gt;Happy 1 Monthsary, Baby Love!&lt;/b&gt; He made me teared with his text message, that early morning;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ayng! Gd mawnin.. Happy 1 mnth anniversary.. Hehe.. Itz been a j0vial n happy experience 4 us.. Bt sumtimes we d0 argue n disagree wit each other.. Itz all part n parcel of relati0nshp... &lt;b&gt;Buang yng keruh, ambil yng jernih..&lt;/b&gt; K dear? Lets start anew n i want us t0 be happy t0day.. C0s itz a special day4 us.. Abng berjanji tat abng akan talk m0re n c0mmunicate well wit u.. Make j0kes n keep u happy n smiling always.. Ily n imy ayng! Muuackz3!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiling sheepishly, again!* Hehe, that's right. I like to address him as 'abang'. Don't ask me why. Beats myself too, haha! In return, he'll address me as 'ayang' also laa. And, with tender loving care, at that! *Wah piang, so malu de can!* Hehehehe. *tersengeh macam babi pulakk, can? &lt;s&gt;Babi&lt;/s&gt; macam quite kasar a word uh. &lt;u&gt;Inzil&lt;/u&gt; lagi sedap mata membaca. HAHAHA!* Dah, Fanaa kalau dah sewel, jangan dilayan sangat. ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *&lt;/center&gt;Anw, last Saturday was abang Udin's wedding. Alhamdulillah, everything was smooth sailing. I love weddings, hehe. It's so joyous an occasion! Who can resist the mouth-watering buffet spread, beautiful themed decorations, karaoke ((my all-time favourite thing to do)) abang-abang kompang (complete dengan kain samping and shades lagi, beb!), wira-wira silat yang terror, adek-adek bunga mangga kita, and never forgetting our hardworking kendarats! Chek suka intai-intai pat abang-abang yang cuci pinggan mangkok kitorang tuu. Part-time hobby tuu, haha! Oh, Malay weddings are always so meriah, y'know. Who'll ever deny that? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, semoga jodoh abang Udin &amp; kak Lisa berkekalan hingga ke Syurga, Amiin ya Robbil Alaamin. FYI, the bride's a Norwegian. Her fullname is Trellevik Norlisa Bte Effendi Muhammad. Sedap kan. And personally, she reminds me of Barbarella Chanel (The Noose), or better known as Michelle Chong when closed-up. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS8MY8hLBI/AAAAAAAABUk/QGN0pvmU2fc/s1600-h/DSC05448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS8MY8hLBI/AAAAAAAABUk/QGN0pvmU2fc/s400/DSC05448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311076781617392658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;{ Rodin Adam Litak &amp; Trellevik Norlisa Effendi Muhammad }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS9Hyy-3nI/AAAAAAAABUs/rsCoMS1sQns/s1600-h/DSC05395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS9Hyy-3nI/AAAAAAAABUs/rsCoMS1sQns/s200/DSC05395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311077802168999538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS9IAUlAII/AAAAAAAABU0/GsIRC8qWRUo/s1600-h/DSC05398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS9IAUlAII/AAAAAAAABU0/GsIRC8qWRUo/s200/DSC05398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311077805799571586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;{ Mak &amp; Bapak Pengantin }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS-k4EeJHI/AAAAAAAABVU/XYnzz482EpU/s1600-h/DSC05403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS-k4EeJHI/AAAAAAAABVU/XYnzz482EpU/s200/DSC05403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311079401312363634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS-kqaMOaI/AAAAAAAABVM/HYVM9LwkVSg/s1600-h/DSC05402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS-kqaMOaI/AAAAAAAABVM/HYVM9LwkVSg/s200/DSC05402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311079397645367714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;{ Geng kaki karaoke Power Gerekk! }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS-kEM1X4I/AAAAAAAABVE/-P-mweUl3Kk/s1600-h/DSC05408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS-kEM1X4I/AAAAAAAABVE/-P-mweUl3Kk/s200/DSC05408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311079387388796802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS-j8dDu0I/AAAAAAAABU8/jyzAUVkgk2E/s1600-h/DSC05407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS-j8dDu0I/AAAAAAAABU8/jyzAUVkgk2E/s200/DSC05407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311079385309363010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS_q9E3FEI/AAAAAAAABVk/7uBH-3zVfxg/s1600-h/DSC05413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS_q9E3FEI/AAAAAAAABVk/7uBH-3zVfxg/s400/DSC05413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311080605247018050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;{ group photo with Siti Farhana &amp; Nadia Farhana }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS_qiCVZBI/AAAAAAAABVc/lSssIsmv0S8/s1600-h/DSC05390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS_qiCVZBI/AAAAAAAABVc/lSssIsmv0S8/s400/DSC05390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311080597988664338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;{ with Sakina &amp; Rizal }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbTBHQmK07I/AAAAAAAABVs/yNduiCViKhs/s1600-h/DSC05454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbTBHQmK07I/AAAAAAAABVs/yNduiCViKhs/s400/DSC05454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311082191034962866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;{ Live Entertainment by Cucu Datok Merah }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbTBHgEUt7I/AAAAAAAABV0/MH6AIHJbUbY/s1600-h/DSC05458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbTBHgEUt7I/AAAAAAAABV0/MH6AIHJbUbY/s400/DSC05458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311082195187972018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;{Special Appearance by Man Toyak }&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, y'can imagine how meriah, it is! Suara Man Toyak power gilaa, beb! He can hit the high notes, gua salute sama lu laa brother! *kowtow-ing to him* He's residing in Woodlands, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, man, I can't believe that Ayah's into rock, too! Haha, suprise, suprise. He kept angguk-ing his kepala to the beat, can! Wak Faiz &amp; Wak Neng, Paman Pit &amp; Paman Taha, and even chubby cousin Azri Syafiq were amused. Oh, and kak Aili was there at the wedding, too! Miss you alot, bebeh! In fact, I miss my Wedoks so much! *Bila nak meetup, nii?* We did a lil' bit of catching up. So now, I'm no longer confused with who's Mr Sunshine &amp; who's Sunshine 59 anymore, hehe! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Cik Shikin's wedding, then Cik Haris' wedding... Cik Ne's wedding, then Cik Mimi's wedding... Wonder who'll be next-in-line then, eh? Hehe. Weddings are just so wonderful y'know, 'cos I'll getta meetup with my cousins after so long. Since semua dah grown up kan, so macam susah nak jumpa each other. Sayang my saudaras from both sides! *mwax* ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Aunn;&lt;br /&gt;Gerek uh bobal dengan ko after so long. Kelakar uh dorang kacau ko dengan minah kuda belang tuu, haha! And, I'll get Ikhsan to e-mail you your pictures, okays? &amp;&amp; y'wanna go double-date, anot? Haha! You &amp; Masturah, Farhan &amp; I. Hehe. Let's do that, one day. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nur Amalina;&lt;br /&gt;Hang &amp; Suparman, bila daa? &lt;i&gt;Jangan tunggu lama-lama, nanti lama-lama. Nanti dikebas orang, taw.&lt;/i&gt; *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbTGDyq0T6I/AAAAAAAABV8/vv2peIgrZFo/s1600-h/DSC05462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbTGDyq0T6I/AAAAAAAABV8/vv2peIgrZFo/s400/DSC05462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311087629019926434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;{ Sakina &amp; kak Julie }&lt;br /&gt;Psst! Kak Julie wishes to have an adorably beautiful daughter like her, hehe!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-1201105935836742351?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/1201105935836742351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=1201105935836742351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1201105935836742351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1201105935836742351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2009/03/alhamdulillah.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SbS8MY8hLBI/AAAAAAAABUk/QGN0pvmU2fc/s72-c/DSC05448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-7377275876601589359</id><published>2009-03-04T16:43:00.068+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:39:23.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, people! Can you believe it? I'm blogging rightnow, after being M.I.A for too long! Man, &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; feels great. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a heavier note, March 10 will be my lastday in ITE CW-CT! Omg, is my journey in ITE finally coming to an end? NAY! It's always been that way, isn't it? Like me; initially, you can't wait for your two-year course to game. BUT, now that the bonds of friendship are forged, rasa macam sedehh gituu nak tinggalkan kengka&lt;u&gt;wan&lt;/u&gt; kita yang mena&lt;u&gt;wan&lt;/u&gt;. ((Hey, it rhymes! Hehe.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss those silly things, my girlfriends and I would do. Though, one's like already twenty-one ((who uh, Jarina eh? Haha!)), another's turning twenty-one this November ((Sakina)) and I'm turning twenty years old myself this December... Perangai masing-masing semua tak ubah macam budak kecik. Chet! Eh salaa, lagi teruk daripada budak kecik. Haha! The burpings, the fartings, the shoutings, the jumpings, the laughters... HEAVENLY. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and how Jarina has progressed from not being able to talk a single word of Malay, until (voila!) she can communicate in Bahasa Melayu pretty well. ((Ebahh!)) Can consider her an expert already liao. Tak sia-sia de hangout dengan kita these two years taw. So, the nextime some Malay minahs think that they can mess with her, fat hope laa deyy! *Do the &lt;i&gt;banana&lt;/i&gt;, J! Show 'em whatcha got! Pheewitt!* Hehe, kembang eh, J! Suka, suka! Dah boleh kahwen dengan orang Melayu uh dekni. *winks* I'm so gonna miss you, Miss Dover! *wipes away tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what now? This coming Tuesday will be the &lt;s&gt;lastime&lt;/s&gt; my girlfriends are gonna ask me for tissues, comb and whatnots? Haha! That's right; another name y'guys could call me would be 'Miss Toiletries'! I've been sponsoring dont-know-how-many-packets of tissues throughout my whole two years in ITE, can! Oh, and Sakina has been sponsoring mineral water, whilst J just shake leg only. Oh, wait. Actually, she's been assisting Kina with refilling of the water bottle. HAHAHA! Just joking, sayang. Jarina's what we can call - our very own 'calories scanner'. Hehe. She'll tell us not to eat that particular food, fearing of its fattening content. But, of course, Kina &amp; I will just put on a deaf ear most of the time. Hehe. ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to write... I'm just happy that my two years in ITE have been very fruitful. Many things I thought I could/would never do... I've proven myself and everybody else wrong. And, what's best, &lt;b&gt;to be able to do it, alongside my two precious girlbestfriends!&lt;/b&gt; Priceless memories that I'll forever cherish. (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *&lt;/center&gt;Like some of y'guys know, I just got myself attached, last February 6. I prefer to keep it low-key, rather than to make a big hoo-haa out of it. ((Substract the 'a' from my name, and you'll get his.)) He's the same age as me, currently serving the nation in the Army (driving). He graduated from ITE CE; plans to join the SPF after his ORD. I gotta know him from the Net, so kirakan kita nii bercinta di alam siber laa ye. Hehe. Kita berkenalan for genap-genap sebulan, then that's when he popped out the question. I wasn't clearly ready, but I decided to give it a try. Y'know, go with the flow... Who knows, we can make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing well, I'ld say, and February 14 was our very first meeting. He gamme this rose flower... We had a chocolate gateau cake to eat. Sweet~ BUT, recently, I've been having some problems communicating with him. I know how he frequently tell me, how a good listener he is... Yes, I can tell. But, he must also know that we must each contribute our fair share of talking, in order for us to keep the conversation going. I can't be doing the talking all the time, y'know. I would love to hear what he has to say. Correct me, if I'm wrong. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so it happens that, Faisy Daisy came into the picture. I happened to receive a miss call from him, on February 11. ((Is history repeating itself?)) This goes out especially to my dear Wedoks;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;s&gt;1) R happened to getta know me, 'cos he dialled a wrong no.&lt;br /&gt;(and ended up getting mine?!)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Faisy Daisy claimed that he had my no. in his phonebook,&lt;br /&gt;and wondered at himself, who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2) R lives at Lor. Lew Lian, near Hougang.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Faisy Daisy lives at Hougang area, but he didn't specify where exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;3) R's turning 24 years old, this November.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Faisy Daisy's turning 22 years old, this May.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, take that! Hehe. And, I jolly well know that I'm not encouraged to talk to my other guyfriends, due to my new relationship status. Furthermore, my boyfriend's the kind that gets jealous easily, unfortunately for me. ((Gee, &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; I really say boyfriend?!)) WHY?! 'Cos I don't feel like it! I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; at first, but I'll soon be losing it, if things don't get better. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm down, I'll feel so tempted to call Faisy Daisy. And, which I did! He's always there to listen to me. He's got this personality, that I like very much. It's funny how we can actually clicked, when we both have no clue to who's on the other line. Unlike Faisy Daisy and me, my boyfriend has seen pictures of me, and I, him. That's how strange we are. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend can be too quiet sometimes, so much that I'll get really bored. I suggested we do some singing, which I did. But he didn't, 'cos he claimed he was shy. ((Not fair and not gentleman of him, doncha think?)) So, the next move I could think of, was for him to tell me any jokes. He couldn't even came up with any! And, when that occur, we'll have this awkard pauses... that'll eventually lead to a long silence. ((Diam tak diam, bil tetap berjalan, chek abang oi.)) Then, he'll say his famous line, "Abe diam?" atau "Asal diam?" THAT HAPPENS EVERY TIME, so y'can imagine how fed-up I can get sometimes! And, we'll always quarrel, just b'cos of that! =.=" ((That applies to SMSes, too!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my conversations with Faisy Daisy, I don't even realise how fast time flies, 'cos I don't feel like hanging up! That's how &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt; the situation &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;, if it was to be with my boyfriend. When I asked Faisy Daisy to sing me a song, he sportingly agreed. He admit that he's not gifted with a nice voice, and he was feeling nervous singing to me, a girl. BUT hey, atleast he tried! And, that's what really counts! I also find him very entertaining, as he never fail to make me laugh with his sense of humour! So much that, I'll always look forward to my next call with him. He never fail to text me good night messages, and make me go about smiling, when I read it the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling for him, and I even included the words IMY, at the end of almost, every messages that I sent him. He even confessed to me, that he shares the same feeling as I do him, despite knowing the fact that I belonged to somebody. &lt;b&gt;Complicated?&lt;/b&gt; Tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's my next move, you're wondering? Why doncha share wimme some of your opinions, people? Should I stick to my boyfriend, and give him another chance? When, honestly, I don't feel like I'm attached to him? It's like, he's there, but he wasn't really there for me? Unlike when I'm with Faisy Daisy... He &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; keeps me happy. De pandai jaga hati orang, and we're always trynna getta know each other better. There's always something to talk about, something new about each other that we'ld discover. So, how? Which is which? I don't have the clear answer for now, but I know that the decision lies in my hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-7377275876601589359?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7377275876601589359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=7377275876601589359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7377275876601589359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7377275876601589359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-people-can-you-believe-it-im.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-1623161447464160341</id><published>2009-01-11T19:10:00.266+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:15:05.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWnr5QmZumI/AAAAAAAABMA/xtBc9u-zESE/s1600-h/DSC04421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWnr5QmZumI/AAAAAAAABMA/xtBc9u-zESE/s400/DSC04421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290018606264466018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="maroon"&gt;I LOU YOU!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;It's &lt;i&gt;I Love You&lt;/i&gt;, supposedly. Haha. That catchy, three magical words will always remind me of Teha and our Grease &lt;u&gt;family&lt;/u&gt;. Gee, did I really say &lt;b&gt;family&lt;/b&gt;? I'm not crying rightnow, ain't I? *wipes away tears* Haha. Tears of joy, indeed! (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an interesting and wonderful journey in Grease. The ups and downs... What a  rollercoaster ride! I still recall this one time, when I was at the verge of quitting... And, I wasn't the only one. We ensembles felt rather out of place, when we just couldn't seem to click with the main casts. BUT, I'm glad that we made the effort to bond with each other, and pulled ourselves together! We ended the show with a blast, didn't we, guys? It's was all so worth it y'know! The long and tiring rehearsals... NO REGRETS AT ALL. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWn4yoDFKJI/AAAAAAAABOg/glFHFhQsE-8/s1600-h/DSC04520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWn4yoDFKJI/AAAAAAAABOg/glFHFhQsE-8/s200/DSC04520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290032785950845074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWn4y6RwzYI/AAAAAAAABOo/zP6fTbhflEw/s1600-h/DSC04521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWn4y6RwzYI/AAAAAAAABOo/zP6fTbhflEw/s200/DSC04521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290032790844263810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely thank our Artistic Director, Mr Tony Quek; Choral Director, Ms Irene Jansen; and Dance Choreographer, Mr Richard Chia ((I love him the most!)) for believing in me, the ensembles, the main casts as well as the alumnis. In short, the whole lot of us! I'm so grateful to be given the opportunity to work in this legendary musical. I love each and everyone of you, whacky casts! Keep in touch, okays! It's true what Gab quoted, "&lt;i&gt;This musical is a testament to what we can achieve, if we all put our hearts into it.&lt;/i&gt;" Although it's over now, it's just a beginning for the rest of us. Right, y'guys? *imitating Rizzo's voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my all out for all four consecutive shows; the preview (Thursday), GALA night (Friday), as well as for the matinee and evening shows on Saturday. Heck, w'all did! What y'guys saw on stage were the fruits from us core group of students, who have persevered and stayed united throughout. I would also like to express my heartfelt thanks to our (student) professional hairstylists and make-up artists ((I'm so gonnabe their No. 1 customer!)), our hardworking backstage crew, my beloved parents ((it won't be possible for me to do this, without their blessings)), my beloved siblings, my beloved cousins ((Wedoks, y'guys rock!)), Wak Lan &amp; Rose, Cik Ne &amp; kak Julie, Cik Roha &amp; Cik Sita, and never forgetting my very own class advisor, Mr Sunny Chow, as well as my kecohrable classmates, for your time and support! *BIG HUGS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, pictures up, now! These no-words-can-put-it memories will forever hold a special place in my heart. Once again, &lt;font color="maroon"&gt;I LOU YOU!&lt;/font&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWntj0y5rZI/AAAAAAAABMQ/0NRQ3oABnyc/s1600-h/DSC04389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWntj0y5rZI/AAAAAAAABMQ/0NRQ3oABnyc/s400/DSC04389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290020437046701458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWnu6Ebi5xI/AAAAAAAABMw/ILVGjUqNQ78/s1600-h/DSC04428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWnu6Ebi5xI/AAAAAAAABMw/ILVGjUqNQ78/s200/DSC04428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290021918712456978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWnu50jwfPI/AAAAAAAABMo/UhMLTImWjuQ/s1600-h/DSC04394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWnu50jwfPI/AAAAAAAABMo/UhMLTImWjuQ/s200/DSC04394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290021914451934450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;My precious bestfriends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Be it on stage or behind the scene, we're all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Special Edition&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Cinta Di Lokasi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWny6NqWZgI/AAAAAAAABNY/oEMHTyJYBIU/s1600-h/DSC04431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWny6NqWZgI/AAAAAAAABNY/oEMHTyJYBIU/s400/DSC04431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290026319236982274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sakina &amp; Rizal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWnxmZ4NBhI/AAAAAAAABNA/Emv8EJafK3U/s1600-h/DSC04481+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWnxmZ4NBhI/AAAAAAAABNA/Emv8EJafK3U/s320/DSC04481+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290024879407302162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWnxmj1_fKI/AAAAAAAABNI/Q7D90cYOFPY/s1600-h/DSC04462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWnxmj1_fKI/AAAAAAAABNI/Q7D90cYOFPY/s320/DSC04462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290024882082380962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frenchy &amp; Eugene&lt;/b&gt; (Syirah &amp; Syaiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWny5w0E2OI/AAAAAAAABNQ/aOYsY9jgMdM/s1600-h/DSC04433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWny5w0E2OI/AAAAAAAABNQ/aOYsY9jgMdM/s400/DSC04433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290026311493146850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cha-Cha &amp; Sonny&lt;/b&gt; (April &amp; Iskandar)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, starring the main casts... *drum rolls, please*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="fuchsia"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pink Ladies&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWn4Fr-YjhI/AAAAAAAABOI/ogOm4ZmTHck/s1600-h/DSC04487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWn4Fr-YjhI/AAAAAAAABOI/ogOm4ZmTHck/s200/DSC04487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290032013910773266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWn4FlwIrBI/AAAAAAAABOQ/nq6CccBv-R8/s1600-h/DSC04506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWn4FlwIrBI/AAAAAAAABOQ/nq6CccBv-R8/s200/DSC04506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290032012240399378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWn4F7Z1-uI/AAAAAAAABOY/_qslfAUMX7U/s1600-h/DSC04481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWn4F7Z1-uI/AAAAAAAABOY/_qslfAUMX7U/s200/DSC04481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290032018052479714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;With &lt;b&gt;Rizzo&lt;/b&gt; (Yaqin), &lt;b&gt;Marty&lt;/b&gt; (Gab) &amp; &lt;b&gt;Frenchy&lt;/b&gt; (Syirah).&lt;br&gt;Not in picture: &lt;b&gt;Sandy &amp; Jan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T-Birds&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs2GoW0VXI/AAAAAAAABPo/4lhU0H_xZ-4/s1600-h/DSC04497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs2GoW0VXI/AAAAAAAABPo/4lhU0H_xZ-4/s200/DSC04497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290381674817017202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs2Ep52dxI/AAAAAAAABPg/X5O_EWu5F2A/s1600-h/DSC04432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs2Ep52dxI/AAAAAAAABPg/X5O_EWu5F2A/s200/DSC04432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290381640872654610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;With &lt;b&gt;Danny&lt;/b&gt; (DJ), &lt;b&gt;Sonny&lt;/b&gt; (Iskandar),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs2EhXLo2I/AAAAAAAABPY/9lByE2JSQIY/s1600-h/DSC04495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs2EhXLo2I/AAAAAAAABPY/9lByE2JSQIY/s200/DSC04495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290381638579757922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs2EXslC5I/AAAAAAAABPQ/on3y4i_oJ-Y/s1600-h/DSC04492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs2EXslC5I/AAAAAAAABPQ/on3y4i_oJ-Y/s200/DSC04492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290381635985148818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roger&lt;/b&gt; (Daen) &amp; &lt;b&gt;Doody&lt;/b&gt; (Kassim).&lt;br&gt;Not in picture: &lt;b&gt;Kenickie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="olive"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Other Casts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs5hy-XWoI/AAAAAAAABQA/M93A6OAS0n0/s1600-h/DSC04490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs5hy-XWoI/AAAAAAAABQA/M93A6OAS0n0/s200/DSC04490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290385440058595970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs5hjwTtPI/AAAAAAAABP4/T5DN6SfERnE/s1600-h/DSC04499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs5hjwTtPI/AAAAAAAABP4/T5DN6SfERnE/s200/DSC04499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290385435973104882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;With &lt;b&gt;Miss Lynch&lt;/b&gt; (Natri), &lt;b&gt;Patty Simcox&lt;/b&gt; (Teha),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs5hMyRf6I/AAAAAAAABPw/dz8UHkWz-Fk/s1600-h/DSC04482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs5hMyRf6I/AAAAAAAABPw/dz8UHkWz-Fk/s200/DSC04482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290385429807333282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs8usHLa5I/AAAAAAAABQY/oYuKNsR3VSo/s1600-h/DSC04488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs8usHLa5I/AAAAAAAABQY/oYuKNsR3VSo/s200/DSC04488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290388960089697170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vince Fontaine &amp; Teen Angel&lt;/b&gt; (Julz), &lt;b&gt;Cha-Cha DiGregorio&lt;/b&gt; (April),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs5h5moKTI/AAAAAAAABQI/ZsCB8C9i3ME/s1600-h/DSC04470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs5h5moKTI/AAAAAAAABQI/ZsCB8C9i3ME/s200/DSC04470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290385441838082354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp; &lt;b&gt;Eugene Florczyk&lt;/b&gt; (Farid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="teal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ensemble Girls&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs-IERf8xI/AAAAAAAABQw/StqA6_c8TDc/s1600-h/n599417991_1360397_4680%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs-IERf8xI/AAAAAAAABQw/StqA6_c8TDc/s200/n599417991_1360397_4680%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290390495583793938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs-H3BPwvI/AAAAAAAABQo/RD-5XFv80zc/s1600-h/n599417991_1360398_4961%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs-H3BPwvI/AAAAAAAABQo/RD-5XFv80zc/s200/n599417991_1360398_4961%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290390492025963250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs-qPoEb0I/AAAAAAAABQ4/MqbwivwTHBQ/s1600-h/n599417991_1360396_4407%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWs-qPoEb0I/AAAAAAAABQ4/MqbwivwTHBQ/s400/n599417991_1360396_4407%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290391082746801986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;hearts; also your dainty cheerleaders &amp; backup dancers! &amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, how can I forget my all-the-good-words-to-describe-him dance partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kamsani Jumahat!&lt;/b&gt; So gentleman, all my ensemble girls agreed! They kept saying that I'm so lucky to &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; him. Hehe, they flatter you, uh sayang. HAHA! He's my so-called "boyfriend" on stage. It's been a pleasure working with you, nightingale. You'll make it big in the singing arena, there's no doubting it! I'll miss you, that's for sure. ((That drive-in scene was cute, doncha think so?)) *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtD-RDFQcI/AAAAAAAABRA/XZwwA4UzY7k/s1600-h/DSC04477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtD-RDFQcI/AAAAAAAABRA/XZwwA4UzY7k/s400/DSC04477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290396924284060098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;Kamsani &amp; yours truly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this musical won't be a success without the &lt;b&gt;backstage crew&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;hairstylists&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;make-up artists&lt;/b&gt;! Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtJBDi5DlI/AAAAAAAABSA/jLTnceELgZA/s1600-h/DSC04484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtJBDi5DlI/AAAAAAAABSA/jLTnceELgZA/s320/DSC04484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290402469757128274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Abang Bear-Bear &amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nitec&lt;/i&gt; in Hair Fashion &amp; Design&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtIN_aigiI/AAAAAAAABR4/NOPPWnuenU8/s1600-h/DSC04473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtIN_aigiI/AAAAAAAABR4/NOPPWnuenU8/s200/DSC04473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290401592475025954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtG2k8cMwI/AAAAAAAABRQ/GZcouhoG1Aw/s1600-h/DSC04437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtG2k8cMwI/AAAAAAAABRQ/GZcouhoG1Aw/s200/DSC04437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290400090720842498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtG2b0d0DI/AAAAAAAABRI/YgBsqzNRlN4/s1600-h/DSC04438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtG2b0d0DI/AAAAAAAABRI/YgBsqzNRlN4/s200/DSC04438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290400088271474738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;hearts; Mr Ong Thien Chye &amp;hearts; | Nicholas | whatshisname?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtG3VC6eAI/AAAAAAAABRg/jfzd6SCIziQ/s1600-h/DSC04467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtG3VC6eAI/AAAAAAAABRg/jfzd6SCIziQ/s200/DSC04467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290400103632893954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtG3G9aXvI/AAAAAAAABRY/jef5c77ZVVk/s1600-h/DSC04449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtG3G9aXvI/AAAAAAAABRY/jef5c77ZVVk/s200/DSC04449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290400099851722482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mr Lim | Sze Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtINkNGMZI/AAAAAAAABRw/JGLnjsUuz50/s1600-h/DSC04459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtINkNGMZI/AAAAAAAABRw/JGLnjsUuz50/s200/DSC04459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290401585170887058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtINT8zoWI/AAAAAAAABRo/n1Hn61V__UI/s1600-h/DSC04458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtINT8zoWI/AAAAAAAABRo/n1Hn61V__UI/s200/DSC04458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290401580807594338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;whatstheirnames?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nitec&lt;/i&gt; in Beauty Therapy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtKUniOowI/AAAAAAAABSI/VtXGT0c8fA0/s1600-h/DSC04448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtKUniOowI/AAAAAAAABSI/VtXGT0c8fA0/s400/DSC04448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290403905347166978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtLHiRaR9I/AAAAAAAABSY/tuONuItSkd0/s1600-h/DSC04447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtLHiRaR9I/AAAAAAAABSY/tuONuItSkd0/s200/DSC04447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290404780107778002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtLHNNhaWI/AAAAAAAABSQ/QFSQV2wZXFI/s1600-h/DSC04446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtLHNNhaWI/AAAAAAAABSQ/QFSQV2wZXFI/s200/DSC04446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290404774454323554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;The helpful teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtML7jLqGI/AAAAAAAABS4/KRjD4uHutM8/s1600-h/DSC04442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtML7jLqGI/AAAAAAAABS4/KRjD4uHutM8/s200/DSC04442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290405955124308066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtMLgnK2lI/AAAAAAAABSw/38ocQwL78zM/s1600-h/DSC04443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtMLgnK2lI/AAAAAAAABSw/38ocQwL78zM/s200/DSC04443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290405947893275218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtNTqRLN2I/AAAAAAAABTA/7XWVvvlQUyI/s1600-h/DSC04479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtNTqRLN2I/AAAAAAAABTA/7XWVvvlQUyI/s200/DSC04479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290407187435960162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kah Wen | Aini | Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtMLBIyZcI/AAAAAAAABSo/AnLSYGIUVeM/s1600-h/DSC04452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtMLBIyZcI/AAAAAAAABSo/AnLSYGIUVeM/s200/DSC04452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290405939444344258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtMKtjz4LI/AAAAAAAABSg/o8db8i60c3w/s1600-h/DSC04453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtMKtjz4LI/AAAAAAAABSg/o8db8i60c3w/s200/DSC04453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290405934188978354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtNUNlTfEI/AAAAAAAABTI/4E4HTZnqH70/s1600-h/DSC04475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtNUNlTfEI/AAAAAAAABTI/4E4HTZnqH70/s200/DSC04475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290407196915629122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fizah &amp; Lea | whatshername?! | Ferhana &amp; Fizah&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I thank you, my supporters! Haha! My wholesome buncha family! They're &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; ones whom have always got my back! Thank you for shouting my name out loud, Wedoks! I feel so popular for awhile, can! I'm so touched to hear from my Ibu, that korang sanggup ikat perut just to get to ITE CE on time, for the sole purpose of seeing me perfom! Is it true, Cik Sita? And, Zakya must have been worn out, yet she still rushed down so as to be punctual. I &lt;i&gt;lou&lt;/i&gt; y'all many, many laa! *BIG HUGS &amp; KISSES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtQT4VKwkI/AAAAAAAABTo/9daGSHYQSAg/s1600-h/n644078499_1279467_5708%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtQT4VKwkI/AAAAAAAABTo/9daGSHYQSAg/s200/n644078499_1279467_5708%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290410489745687106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtQTW8viQI/AAAAAAAABTg/St-SZB7VYqE/s1600-h/n644078499_1279468_5990%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtQTW8viQI/AAAAAAAABTg/St-SZB7VYqE/s200/n644078499_1279468_5990%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290410480784869634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtQTNLeyXI/AAAAAAAABTY/qRrdGuO5ZBU/s1600-h/n644078499_1279504_8414%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtQTNLeyXI/AAAAAAAABTY/qRrdGuO5ZBU/s200/n644078499_1279504_8414%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290410478162332018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtQS9zoi4I/AAAAAAAABTQ/aooqj9XheH4/s1600-h/n644078499_1279503_8057%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWtQS9zoi4I/AAAAAAAABTQ/aooqj9XheH4/s200/n644078499_1279503_8057%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290410474035776386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm not quite done, yet. Hehe. There's alot more pictures I wanna upload, and there's like an essay, or better still, a composition for me to type! Haha! But, I'm kinda worn out, rightnow. So yeah, stay tune for further updates, okays! Until I see you in my next entry, take care! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-1623161447464160341?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/1623161447464160341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=1623161447464160341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1623161447464160341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1623161447464160341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-lou-you-its-i-love-you-supposedly.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SWnr5QmZumI/AAAAAAAABMA/xtBc9u-zESE/s72-c/DSC04421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-7583429077472447811</id><published>2008-12-28T12:53:00.058+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:43:18.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yeah, yesterday was my birthday. As happy as that occasion may sound, I don't like it. 'Cos it just means that I'm getting older, and I don't wanna grow up! Haha, I WISH. -___-" A HUGE &lt;font size="3"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/font&gt; to my parents, cousins, girlfriends and all that wished me well on my special day. Be it through SMS, MSN or phone calls. Y'guys so made my day! Y'know I love y'guys a bunch! *mwax* ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting anything, but thank you Ibu for whipping up such a delicious spread for lunch. And, thank you Atenn and Awitt, for the mini birthday cake. Somehow the cake looks like Oreo Crunch - the bubble tea I always buy at Sweet Talk - however, it's got this minty taste? Hehe, interesting kan. Just like the birthday girl, herself. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to pay our monthly visits to Atok and Nenek Ayah. I'm so sorry to learn that Wak Nor has injured her right arm. Hehe, there's a funny story behind it, actually. So, Idk if y'all nak kesiankan Wak Nor, atau nak marah de, eh kak Aili? *winks* Cuute laa my Wak Nor nii. So yeah, then we talked about Grease... Yeay, kak Aili's buying the tickets! She even invited Cik Sita to join in the fun lagi! BESTNYA! Family support tuu! &lt;i&gt;Tak orang, tak kita&lt;/i&gt;, beb! So, Lina, are you going? I think kak Hanis and Zakya are. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've got nothing much to say, here. I don't even feel like uploading pictures. Hehe, lazy gituu uh. Nonetheless, here are the 3 SMSes that made me burst out laughing and went all smiles, this year. Love the creativity, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;From my girlfriend, Jarina Banu&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;FAANAA! *screams* HAPPY B'DAE TO U!&lt;br /&gt;tryna catch up w age w me huh? haha.. jk2.. anwz, wana wish u happy 19 yr old, may u stay as sweet as alwaz.. cnt belief im saying dis.. okay here it goes.. &lt;b&gt;I LOVE U GAL!&lt;/b&gt; yeah... haha.. tanx 4 everything aite.. c u on monday.. twilight bebeh.. woohoo..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((It's very hard to get this girlfriend of mine, here to say "I love you", okays! No doubt I was so touched. Haha, but she's straight, alright. Remember, we've got a date with Edward Cullen tomorrow, taws. Yeayness!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;From my &lt;i&gt;crush-on-youu&lt;/i&gt;, Double-A&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alamak! I reali duno wat 2 say seh.&lt;br /&gt;Guess wat?! Its bout sum1 u btl2 kenal!&lt;br /&gt;U tk dgr cerita psl org yg makin tua tu?&lt;br /&gt;Ala yg nama dia Ferhana. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi 19th Bday! I reali hope dat Allah akn beri u health, wealth yg murah rezki, ketenangan jiwa &amp; dirahmati slalu, &lt;b&gt;jadi ank yg solehah, Slmt dunia akhirat, pjg umur dlm taat,&lt;/b&gt; successful n senyum2 slalu tapi bertempat la cos if nt org igtkn u biol k. Orite may today be e best day eva 4 u! Smile lah.. Aah ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Thank you so much, sweetheart! Tell me, which guy would wish you that on your birthday! Go on, tell me! Like, that's why he's &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; man of my dream. &lt;b&gt;I'll wait, no matter how long it takes.&lt;/b&gt; Please grant me my wish, ya Allah. Amiin.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;From my beloved aunt, Cik Mimin&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selamat hari lahir. siti farhana yang tembam.&lt;br /&gt;semoga panjang umur murah rezeki. jadi anak baik selalu berjaya dalam pelajaran. &lt;b&gt;cik min doakan cepat dapat jodoh amin...&lt;/b&gt; selamat bersuka riya bersama keluarga amin... Kalau boleh mintak ibu belikan s_____ d____ dan c___ yang ada belian baru gelemer. he.he.he.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((LOLS! Take that from my naughty aunt, haha! InsyaAllah, hopefully I'll meet my Mr. Right, SOON! I was somewhat hoping for that already, haha! Actually, orangnya memang dah jumpa pon. It's all in the timing, I guess. Hehe, I've been dropping hints to &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; liaos. Let's see where my luck will end me up, this time. *winks* Do remember me in your prayers.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm done. I've got a movie date with Edward Cullen, along with my girlfriends, tomorrow! Woohoo~ Have a nice day, everyone! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-7583429077472447811?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7583429077472447811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=7583429077472447811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7583429077472447811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7583429077472447811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-yeah-yesterday-was-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-7842484322059658691</id><published>2008-12-24T11:24:00.109+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:49:04.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SVGsCZiyQ9I/AAAAAAAABLw/o0wvZhT-zEw/s1600-h/Grease!+-+The+Musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SVGsCZiyQ9I/AAAAAAAABLw/o0wvZhT-zEw/s400/Grease!+-+The+Musical.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283192995098805202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="maroon"&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=22WNVeIbI0o"&gt;&lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to view the promotional video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITE presents a CeMTA production,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Magneto"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grease! The Musical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic"&gt;Starring: Dean James Borries &amp; Siti Nur Diyanah&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Tony Quek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Saturday, 10th January 2009&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Auditorium, ITE College East, 10 Simei Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Show Times: 2pm (Matinee) &amp; 8pm (Evening Show)&lt;br /&gt;Tickets selling at $8 &amp; $10 respectively.&lt;br /&gt;You can get your tickets from www.gatecrash.com.sg&lt;br /&gt;or Gate Crash Hotline 6100-2005.&lt;br /&gt;Tickets can also be purchased at all SingPost outlets,&lt;br /&gt;S.A.M. kiosks and The Substation Box Office.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, you've got all the information stated on your very computer screen! Like how Mr Cho does it, "I'm &lt;i&gt;sexxxcited&lt;/i&gt;!" ((I know, J. That sounds so wrong!)) Har-dee-har-har. Well, what I meant &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt;, I'm just so excited to perform! I can barely wait! I'm giving my all, yaw! Countdown: &lt;u&gt;2&lt;/u&gt; more weeks to the preview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my sincere apologies, for not being able to get any complimentary tickets for all y'guys out there. That goes out especially to my dear Wedoks, classmates, and some very close friends. I'm so sorry, y'guys. Reason being - the management will only be inviting our parents to the GALA show (Friday; 9th January 2009; 8pm), whereby some ministers and corporate affiliations will be turning up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people who received my MMS ((only Double-A has, so far!)), SMS or MSN messages, y'guys are the priveleged few. 'Cos news are that tickets are selling fast! I think the marketing department has done a fantastic job in promoting our show. ((P.O.M Lesson 101, huh?)) And, this goes out especially to my schoolmates; y'guys are entitled to receive &lt;font color="maroon"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1&lt;/u&gt; complimentary ticket WITH every &lt;u&gt;10&lt;/u&gt; tickets purchased&lt;/font&gt;, if you're to buy it from our Stage Manager - Mr Feizel. While stocks last, so hurry! ((Click me at my tagboard, for enquiries.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved girlfriends and I have been having intensive training for the past one week, so much that our muscles ached badly, and I even got my left hand bruised. Ouch! But, it was all so worth it! We'd to brush up on our dance steps to reach that professional standard; and acting-wise, we need to express our emotions more clearly, so as to give you audience the &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt;. Cheyy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I was disappointed that my partner - Didy - wasn't present during rehearsals. 'Cos I seriously need all the practice I can get. So, when we found out that he can no longer commit to Grease due to some family complications, I was rather upset. But, then again, I see it as a blessing in disguise. 'Cos I've got a replacement, now - who else but our kind Kamsani? I see him as a nightingale, 'cos he's gifted with a beautiful voice. I mean it. He's taken, though. So yeah, so sorry to disappoint y'girls out there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then again, I've gotta dance really well taw, as a pair of eyes will be watching our very moves. Well, he's being concerned towards his beloved Godbrother. He's there to ensure that we put up a good front. Ain't I right, Kassim? Haha. You're quite garang uhs. Takut chek. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think the intensive training did us a whole lot of good things. 'Cos I feel more belonged and can simply act more myself, now that the main casts and ensembles are united. I just can't forget the funny gags we did, on our last day of intensive training. It was super hilarious, and I simply love it! I want a share of that video please, abang Bear Bear! Hehe. Rightnow, let's all continue to work and play hard together, and do ITE CeMTA proud! Let this Grease - The Musical be an unforgettable one; a BIG BLAST, so much that it'll leave down a deep impression to everyone! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-7842484322059658691?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7842484322059658691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=7842484322059658691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7842484322059658691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7842484322059658691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/12/announcement-click-here-to-view.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SVGsCZiyQ9I/AAAAAAAABLw/o0wvZhT-zEw/s72-c/Grease!+-+The+Musical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-891213513295784993</id><published>2008-12-06T17:46:00.042+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:36:02.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font color="violet"&gt;&amp;&amp; to let true love remain unspoken, is the quickest route to a heavy heart...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, y'know what? I've just logged in to Friendster. And, the very first thing I would do everytime without fail, is to read up the day's horoscope! Like y'guys know, I'm a very sceptical person. I tend to be cynical towards all these taboos and superstitions. However, words from these "readings" &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; proven to be true most of the time... Hmmph. ['.']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. What a suprise that one turns out for you, huh Faana? Oh well, it won't do us much harm for having to believe it, once in awhile. Ain't I right? I'm sure y'guys are all game for it. So, let's all just close one eye for now, okays? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, here goes the Friendster horoscope for &lt;u&gt;December 6, 2008&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;- Attn: All Capricorns (Dec 22 - Jan 19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bottomline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A friend you used to see with some regularity needs some distance.&lt;br /&gt;Let them be."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Detail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A friend you used to see with some regularity seems to have dropped off the face of the earth, and you miss them. If your phone calls and emails have gone unanswered, don't take it personally. They have a lot of stuff going on right now, and they might just need some breathing room. Even though you may mean well, they might not have time to give you the attention you need. Use this time to get to know someone new in your life a little bit better. You have room in your life for more friends."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, how true can &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; get, er? I wonder. 'Cos I'm not lying - I &lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt; missing someone very much, rightnow. But, I'm also seeing someone new... Well, the truth is, I just wanna get myself to try and forget that &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt;. However, the more I tried to dismiss my thoughts of that &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt;, the more I'll sit reminiscing about my "so-called" memories with him... We're &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; complicated, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, have I really &lt;s&gt;fallen in love&lt;/s&gt; with somebody, this time round? Like, c'mon girl! Tell me that I should get real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-891213513295784993?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/891213513295784993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=891213513295784993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/891213513295784993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/891213513295784993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-let-true-love-remain-unspoken-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-6123478633648813591</id><published>2008-12-05T18:13:00.066+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:45:15.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I've got a confession to make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm super lazy to update my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I've said it! I've been so occupied with too many things, late these days. I miss doing alot of things! I apologise, if any of y'guys feel neglected or what, okays. Especially to my dear Wedoks, y'guys are NEVER forgotten! I MISS Y'ALL EFFING LOADS! I'm so happy that we're gonna meet this Hari Raya Haji! Yeay! And, it's gonna be held at Fatin's house, this time round! I'm so excited, yaw! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a heavier note, so many things have been happening to me, and to my surroundings, lately... It makes me wanna question the value of friendship. Like, seriously, what's wrong with people these days?! It's really sad, y'know. Like, how one can just severe one's ties with the other, over a tiff? And, even worst, threatening the other to save one's life?! Goodness, gracious! [o.O]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Nvm, I shall say no more. But it's a huge pity, doncha guys think so? Oh well, life goes on... &lt;i&gt;Survival of the fittest,&lt;/i&gt; so they say. &lt;i&gt;They&lt;/i&gt;'ll pull through, I'm sure of it. Right, y'guys? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm so looking forward to AOFA lessons with Mr Lee Kaka! Haha! ((That's not his real name, btw.)) Oh, and somebody finds him handsome, can! Hehe. Am I right, Sakina? *winks* And, man, I'm just so in love with Microsoft FrontPage! Once I've successfully mastered the skills, I can then design my own blogskin, or even launch my own website! How cool is that, you tell me! Not forgetting, my classmates have been very helpful to have assisted my girlfriends and I, whenever we got stuck while attempting our assignments, and know not what to do next. ((Thanks a bunch, y'guys!)) Suprisingly, it's only during that period of time, that I felt we're a family. Everyone's so kecoh, y'know! I'm so looking forward to our next AOFA lesson! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And, to Mr Soyabean, all the best for your future undertakings, okays? I know that I am, but just another girl friend to you. Still, no doubt you're gonna be missed by yours truly. I just want you to know, that I'll always be there when you need me.&lt;/i&gt; PERIOD. *Hushee-dee-hush now, Jarina.* Alright, I'm done. G'nyte, everybody! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font color="violet"&gt;&amp;&amp; meeting you was fate; becoming your friend was a choice; falling in love with you was beyond my control...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-6123478633648813591?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/6123478633648813591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=6123478633648813591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6123478633648813591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6123478633648813591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-got-confession-to-make-im-super.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-413947255606503264</id><published>2008-11-04T20:44:00.037+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:58:12.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My, I just love my Tuesdays! Why? 'Cos I getta watch CSI tonight, bebeh! And, it's not just any CSI. It's the new season of CSI Miami! My favourite! Wohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody had their share of a lovely Tuesday, today. But, scratch the part where I had to become a &lt;s&gt;tailong&lt;/s&gt; ((did I get the spelling right?)), and get my classmates to pay up their four bucks. Urgh! Being a treasurer is kinda hard, y'know? Especially when you've got "Mr Impressive" for your class advisor. *whines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm so sorry y'guys. I feel you, dude and dudettes. *clears throat* How about, w'all ramai-ramai do something to him, after graduation? Get our classmates to surround him, then one-by-one all chokeslam him hard! Hehe! Sounds whacky enough? Cool, I just can't wait for that day to arrive! *wicked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, I'm just kidding y'all. Haha. Still, &lt;i&gt;if only we can do it&lt;/i&gt;, eh? Gerekk pe! Maybe, it's about time I behave like one, ITE student. HEHE! Okay, enough. *Daa ehh, Faana. Takmo nak over-creative pat sini.* -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm just glad that my people are happy! That's all that counts, and that's all that ever matters. Until then, y'guys stay happy, okays! And, enjoy some pictures that are long due, below. &lt;i&gt;Salur&lt;/i&gt;! (("Cheers!" in Mexican.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBNdFh6yuI/AAAAAAAAA18/FebnILOX2V8/s1600-h/Syaza+Ferhana+III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBNdFh6yuI/AAAAAAAAA18/FebnILOX2V8/s200/Syaza+Ferhana+III.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264793126492097250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBNdKphxlI/AAAAAAAAA10/SUuoFyLlMBU/s1600-h/Syaza+Ferhana+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBNdKphxlI/AAAAAAAAA10/SUuoFyLlMBU/s200/Syaza+Ferhana+II.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264793127866189394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;^ Honeymunch Nur Syaza Aqilah &amp; yours truly. ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBMtrYm7hI/AAAAAAAAA1k/JpESh12qy50/s1600-h/Syaza+Ferhana+VI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBMtrYm7hI/AAAAAAAAA1k/JpESh12qy50/s320/Syaza+Ferhana+VI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264792312019873298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBMyVhgL_I/AAAAAAAAA1s/wICHV2TWoyg/s1600-h/Syaza+Ferhana+VII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBMyVhgL_I/AAAAAAAAA1s/wICHV2TWoyg/s320/Syaza+Ferhana+VII.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264792392050946034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;^ &lt;i&gt;"Ini handphone Syaza yang punya, lah! Takmo disturb, okays!"&lt;/i&gt; ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBO28zXw3I/AAAAAAAAA2E/1GJHlzCyW3A/s1600-h/Syaza+Ferhana+VIIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBO28zXw3I/AAAAAAAAA2E/1GJHlzCyW3A/s320/Syaza+Ferhana+VIIII.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264794670337606514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;{ It's all in the lips, &lt;i&gt;Wedoks&lt;/i&gt;. }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBPlG8GfBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/_jqilcv3eM8/s1600-h/CryBabes+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBPlG8GfBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/_jqilcv3eM8/s200/CryBabes+II.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264795463332559890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBPk5H_6JI/AAAAAAAAA2M/JucGtqdIYwc/s1600-h/CryBabes+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBPk5H_6JI/AAAAAAAAA2M/JucGtqdIYwc/s200/CryBabes+I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264795459624364178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBP2_QdUFI/AAAAAAAAA2c/pS0_9DX9LXg/s1600-h/Sakae-J-Faaneh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBP2_QdUFI/AAAAAAAAA2c/pS0_9DX9LXg/s320/Sakae-J-Faaneh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264795770508103762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBQaZybkTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/lvru6DTHpKU/s1600-h/DSC00725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBQaZybkTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/lvru6DTHpKU/s200/DSC00725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264796378925338930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBQaRK3zmI/AAAAAAAAA2k/_PkbQQ7HsjA/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBQaRK3zmI/AAAAAAAAA2k/_PkbQQ7HsjA/s200/DSC00724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264796376611933794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;{ My partners in crime. }&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here comes our picture of the month! &lt;b&gt;|PG|&lt;/b&gt; My dear Wedoks, please hold on to your tudungs. 'Cos this lanang here, is sure to get you jealous, yet! Here's presenting you... *drum rolls, please!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBR4S_s5WI/AAAAAAAAA20/XneoxVKjUWo/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBR4S_s5WI/AAAAAAAAA20/XneoxVKjUWo/s400/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264797992009655650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;{ Marul &amp; Syaza in 'Secret Love Affair'. }&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERAMNYA!!! That's so unfair, brother. Syaza will never pose like that with us, Wedoks. Believe it or not! *Dahlah, kakak tak nak geng dengan Syaza lagi, lah. Merajuk uh.* Hehe, we can never get enough of that tot! And my, she's turning a year old this Saturday! &lt;b&gt;Happy Advance Birthday to you, little princess.&lt;/b&gt; G'nyte, darlings. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-413947255606503264?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/413947255606503264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=413947255606503264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/413947255606503264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/413947255606503264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-i-just-love-my-tuesdays-why-cos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SRBNdFh6yuI/AAAAAAAAA18/FebnILOX2V8/s72-c/Syaza+Ferhana+III.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-3714659771595575075</id><published>2008-11-03T14:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:15:42.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font color="violet"&gt;&amp;&amp; maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people, before meeting the right one. So that when me finally meet the person, we'll know how to be grateful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Greetings, my fellow readers!&lt;/font&gt; My, it's been so long, &lt;i&gt;wayyy&lt;/i&gt; too long, since I last signed in to Blogger. And, this time round, I'm ashamed to say that being busy was just an excuse for me to be on hiatus. *So, the truth comes out!* Well, I'm just plain lazy to update my online journal, these days. *There, I admit it! Are y'guys happy now?* Well, whatever. Y'guys can gimme some complimentary spankings or whatnots, later. I don't mind, and I don't care less anw. Ehehe. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, gosh. It saddens me to hear, that my people have been falling ill, lately. Not even excluding myself. Pfft! I'm not feeling well and I loathe it! It's such a sickening feeling, y'know? Urgh, I just can't wait to recover! Let's all wish each other "Get well soon!", especially to my dear Jarina and Sakina - my sidekicks. Love you two girlies alot, hokay! Heh, I'm missing them already. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how's life been, you asking me? How's things hanging?&lt;br /&gt;- Pretty good, I'ld say. Somehow, my relationship with Double-A has improved, and is constantly improving! Ehehe. He's always been a charmer! *Can I say I love him, yet? Hee.* And, &lt;i&gt;something happened&lt;/i&gt;, which made me turn red with embarrassment! Read his text messages below, and go figure! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Huh? Get married?!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. U noe frm wer.. No la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E best part is im single..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wer u find out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha.. Apa je tau.. Btw full name pn salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soon u wl find out mine n ma dad's full name only den easier 4 u..&lt;/b&gt; Hehe.. Some noes ma full name. Dun wori Insyaallah if i get married ill invite as much ppl as possible &lt;s&gt;incld u&lt;/s&gt;.. Actually 23rd nov i Mmg ada invitation pat Tampines.. K la.. U tk cr.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha! What was that all about? RAHSIA tuu. Rightnow, Idk how I'm gonna face him during our next meeting. Ehehe, insyaAllah, itupun kalau kita dapat jumpa. 'Cos he's a very career-minded guy. *I miss you!* But, of course, the best part is, he has confessed that he's single (and available, please?) &lt;u&gt;himself&lt;/u&gt;! *I didn't make him!* And, &lt;i&gt;soon I'll find out his' and his Dad's fullname, only then easier it'll be easier for me&lt;/i&gt;? Like, what's  that supposed to mean, honey? Senang untuk I cetak kad perkahwinan kita, eh? Or, you wanna make the job easier for our Tok Kadi, later? HAHA, what a laugh! *knocks my head against the wall* Dude, you're just too cute to resist! I MISS YOU! *smooches* ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll try to update y'guys with some more juicier stories later, okays? T'care and g'day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-3714659771595575075?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/3714659771595575075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=3714659771595575075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3714659771595575075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3714659771595575075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/11/maybe-god-wants-us-to-meet-few-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-8229724766468930192</id><published>2008-09-17T14:29:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:43:16.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font color="violet"&gt;&amp;&amp; Double-A made my day, last Friday! For, like finally, he's talking! &amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes! And, Friendster made my day! Read it out aloud, people! Hee. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendster Horoscope for September 17, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn (Dec 22 - Jan 19)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Even if you don't have a sweetheart right now,&lt;br /&gt;today is going to be full of romance."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Detail&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Even if you don't have a sweetheart right now, this day is going to be full of romance for you! So if you're not going to be falling in love with another person all over again, you'll be falling in love with yourself all over again -- which might feel ten times as sweet. You are a wonderful person, and even if there's no one in your life right now to remind you of that fact, you can remind yourself. It's a nice powerful feeling to remind yourself how special you are."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I'm very much in love with myself! Thank you. *senyum sampai bibir terkoyak, can?!* However, I'm in a confused state, rightnow. I just couldn't make up my mind, as to whom will be my chosen one. Will it be Cheeky-D, Mr U-turn or Double-A? 'Cos I really like all three of them. They're all unique in their own way. Hmmph. [".]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, bestie Kiina called me to enquire about Tarawih - how many raka'ats for it; and how many for Witir, respectively. And, I'm proud to say that I've been doing a great job as an Imam, since dearest Ayah had to be away for work, and I was entrusted to take the lead. *clears throat* I shall thank my beloved Ibu, for letting me have the chance to boost my confidence level. But, most importantly, thank you Allah s.w.t for the strength He has given me. I can &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; do it without Him, and neither can you. *Praises to Allah!* Oh, and I just love to recite surahs Al-A'la and Al-Ghasyiyah during Witir. Other than it being my favourite selections, I'll also get the opportunity to put my memorizing skill to test. Tell me that you guys are loving your Ramadhan, too! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wait. I'm getting a little carried away, here. Heh. So yeah, since we rarely get the chance to be on the phone these days, Kiina managed to update me the latest about Double-A. *Sempat!* Gee, if only I'd been there - to be able to see how he reprimanded Ezad for taking his prayers lightly; oh, how cute he looked with his bekal-dari-rumah-yang-emak-dia-buat-untuk-berbuka. ((Nasi kosong yang disiram dengan kuah kari kentang; ditambah dengan 1-telur goreng mata lembu &amp; 2-ekor ayam drumstick, kan Kiina?)) &lt;s&gt;*Dang, I just can't help falling in love with him.*&lt;/s&gt; There, I've said it! Oh, and Kiina even said that, the very first song he played in his notebook was 4 Minutes, taw Jarina! My favourite song, some more! *We share the same taste! Hee.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FYI, my dear Wedoks, Double-A is of the same age as R(ubbish). But, he's &lt;i&gt;wayyy&lt;/i&gt; different to be compared to him! Double-A is far more matured in his thinking. He has big goals in life and is on his way to achieving it. What's best - he doesn't even smoke! To top it all, he's just &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; good boy I like. Oh, and I'll let you girls hear him recite some surahs from the Qur'an. *He sounds like some Ustaz, can!* I'ld even turn to his Qur'an recitals whenever I'm disturbed. It's just so calming; my anger will be appeased. I know, I might be over-flattering him, but he'ld make a good soulmate. I wonder who'll be &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; lucky girl; who'll eventually win his heart... I really wish upon a star. *winks* After all, good guys are hard to come by. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font color="violet"&gt;&amp;&amp; Cheeky-D was wearing his goggles, last Saturday. What a charmer! &amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-8229724766468930192?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/8229724766468930192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=8229724766468930192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8229724766468930192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8229724766468930192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/09/double-made-my-day-last-friday-for-like.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-5538594439506257285</id><published>2008-09-13T18:04:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T05:31:00.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font color="violet"&gt;&amp;&amp; THE BLAME:&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that I'm falling for someone new, it's not because I love him. It's because you weren't there to catch my fall.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, &lt;font size="3"&gt;thank you Allah;&lt;/font&gt; for all the good things and wonderful times that has happened, is happening and could happen to me. No words could possibly describe the happiness, that I'm feeling at this very moment. Syukur yang teramat sangat ke hadrat Illahi. &lt;i&gt;He know His servants best.&lt;/i&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you could just let me update on whatever that took place yesterday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, September 12, 2008&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day where every cast would look forward to; the day where there'll always be almost full attendance - our Grease dance rehearsal! Instead of being weak - like we normally do - during the fasting month, everyone was all so hyper, can! ((FYI, 95% of the Grease casts are dominated by us Malays. Phee-witt!)) So yeah, Richard continued choreographing for steps 'We Go Together'. Man, we enjoyed it so much! I feel so lucky &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; to be in the production! Like, so what if some lot of us were not given the main roles? Everybody's as equally important as anybody else on stage, and each and everyone of us has a part to play to ensure the success of the musical. *My, I'm so honoured!* ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I just can't wait for January, 2009! Then, let y'all eager supporters see what we've been up to all these while. It's gonna be a great show, I know it! So, you guys can just hold on to your horses for the time being, hokay? Ehehe. Anw, the whole thing ended at about 1815hrs, but Tony made us stay back to stress us on the importance of our attendance for every rehearsal. Oh, and did I mention that I'll be getting my so-called 'Grease allowance' by nextweek? Bestie Jarina &amp; I &lt;i&gt;earned&lt;/i&gt; S$45.00 (inclusive of bonus) for last month, credits to us never failing to attend every rehearsal on the dot! Ain't that cool or what! ((1 rehearsal = $5.00 ∴ I can earn atleast $10.00/day, if I've got any two rehearsals on that very day!)) Kerja senang, beb! Ahaha! Tetapi, kalau y'all datang lambat, gaji kena potong ar! Dapat $3.00 jer. Kira still okay apa, rather than y'all tak dapat duit langsung, kan. So, jangan berkira sangat yee. ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, if you're asking me as to whether I went to break my fast with my Grease casts, then uhuh! There were seven of us altogether - Amin, Didy, Eisz, Ryan &amp; Kiina, Jarina &amp; I. ((Emma was absent.)) W'all planned to dine out at Simpang Bedok. We thought of taking bus no. 2, but the bus was so packed, can! *Peak hour, mahh! Haiyo.* No choice - we'd to go there by foot! Thanks, but no thanks; we don't need the exercise at the moment. Kita joget-joget jer dah cukup pancit. -_____-" Lucky us, it was only afew bustops away. I ordered Lemon Chikin Rice (S$3.50), dan itulah kali pertama chek buka makan nasi, taw! *And, I'm salivating already!* Oh, and Amin didn't forget his Famous Amos cookies, ahaha! Let's view some pictures, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SMw06PoHCXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/yXcgjQjiph4/s1600-h/Not-So-Fanatik+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SMw06PoHCXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/yXcgjQjiph4/s200/Not-So-Fanatik+I.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245625841211607410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SMw06Yk3aQI/AAAAAAAAAyk/iwhJQtFFcFU/s1600-h/Not-So-Fanatik+II.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SMw06Yk3aQI/AAAAAAAAAyk/iwhJQtFFcFU/s200/Not-So-Fanatik+II.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245625843613919490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;{ Jarina | Kiina &amp; Ryan | Eisz | Amin | Didy | Yours truly }&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*burps* Lepas makan, kita lepak sambil borak-borak sekejap. Y'all know the routine laa horr. Heh. Basically, we updated each other with the latest stories, and this seems to be a must-have at every meetups; a huge serving of tak-boleh-angkat jokes! SERIOUSLY. Our table was the most kecohrable down there! Ryan will always be the comedian to start the ball rolling, then Amin &amp; Eisz will add on from there. *Sungguh gerekk!* Tak cukup dengan itu, para jejaka sempat cuci mata, lagi! *Sanggup hang tukar tempat duduk ehh chek Amin, just to steal glances of the girl you fancy. Mak oii!* Well, actually Jarina and I managed to checkout some real cool, macho dudes, too! Ahaha, naughty! ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SMw2pr6r4_I/AAAAAAAAAy8/XpoapNJusjI/s1600-h/Not-So-Fanatik+III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SMw2pr6r4_I/AAAAAAAAAy8/XpoapNJusjI/s400/Not-So-Fanatik+III.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245627755771192306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;{ Camwhoring while waiting for bus no. 9! So candid, I like it very much! }&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SMw2p85prYI/AAAAAAAAAzE/egVWnyDut-A/s1600-h/Not-So-Fanatik+IV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SMw2p85prYI/AAAAAAAAAzE/egVWnyDut-A/s400/Not-So-Fanatik+IV.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245627760330255746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we only decided to take a move at about 2015hrs. Wah piang le! Like again - although it was bus no.9 this time - the bus was still packed! We've got no other alternatives, but to wait pathetically for the next bus to Bedok Interchange. Oh, and that's the firstime we actually saw Didy fuming at this particular Apek. That Apek, apparently, was being so annoying, can! He kept making this "Tsk! Tsk!" sound at Didy, and it's really getting on his nerves. *Elderly &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; be so rude, sometimes.* ((Spare my beloved grandfolks, okay. They're the nicest in the world.)) Heh. Mahu bersabar, okay Didy? Itukan cobaan kita-kita yang berpuasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam-ed my girlfriends, then dispersed ourselves to our respective routes. Eisz &amp; I took bus 168 to Woodlands. Gosh, the both of us were quite exhausted. Eisz, especially. *Sampai terangguk-angguk kepala hang pat dalam bas, ehh? Hang bukan mengigau buat head-banging, kan? Ahaha!* Well, I really enjoyed you guys' company! Let's do that again, nextweek. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font color="violet"&gt;&amp;&amp; THE ANSWER:&lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't there to catch you, it's because you never gave me the chance. You haven't reached the bottom, yet you already grab a branch...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-5538594439506257285?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/5538594439506257285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=5538594439506257285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/5538594439506257285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/5538594439506257285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/09/blame-if-you-feel-that-im-falling-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SMw06PoHCXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/yXcgjQjiph4/s72-c/Not-So-Fanatik+I.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-7421402511018355862</id><published>2008-09-11T15:28:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T07:20:16.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font color="violet"&gt;&amp;&amp; should I smile because he's my friend, or cry because that's all he is?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Exams are officially over!&lt;/font&gt; I can now heave a huge sigh of relief. I believe my classmates would agree with me, that the setter didn't put the 'e' in easy for our Event Management paper, last Monday. I didn't know that HNitec would be &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; challenging. Oh, and Office Administration was a hell lot of memorizing work. Just imagine, &lt;font size="3"&gt;sixteen chapters to mug for!&lt;/font&gt; I won't get good grades for that particular module, I know. Urgh. Last but not least, we're assessed on Tourism Products &amp; Services, today. I'm glad I took the effort to make notes of it, 'cos it certainly paid off! TPS paper today was quite a breeze. Oh well, whatever the outcome will be later, I'm contented. 'Cos I know well myself, that I've already given my best shot. *Take a chill pill, girl.* ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I feel so much more relaxed, now. Wait, what?! I've got my Grease dance rehearsal up, tomorrow? Dang! Confirm besok semua joget lembik punya, maklumlah bulan puasa kan. Masing-masing lemah tak bermaya laa konon. *Macamlah korang-korang tak biasa pulakk. Ahaha!* As I've mentioned before, this Rock 'N' Roll dance routine involves alot of partnership. *clears throat* &lt;font face="2"&gt;And, Amin was strong enough to lift me high up in the air!&lt;/font&gt; *He makes me feel light!* I'm somewhat flattered; 'cos it just shows to people, that I'm not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; &lt;s&gt;heavy&lt;/s&gt; as it seems. Ahaha, nahh! Credit still goes to him for all the tedious workouts at the gym. *Phee-witt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa, wait. I'm not done, yet. I've got a little something to describe him:&lt;center&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;i&gt;Maybe he's born with it. Maybe it's &lt;u&gt;Famous Amos&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/center&gt;*courtesy of Maybelline's advertising slogan* Ahaha, right Jarina? Like seriously, what's up with you never failing to bring a packet of chocolate chip cookies at every rehearsals, dude? Plenty of protein to provide you with? No, not exactly. ((I used to study Food &amp; Nutrition back in my secondary school days, so I know, you  smarty pants.)) Kesian dia. Each time after Grease, y'all kebas dia punya cookies sampai habis. FYI, that Famous Amos cookies is rather expensive, okay? Amin pun lagi satu; lain kali, hang naik bas dulu - lepas dah chop tempat duduk - baru hang bukak the wrapper, then hang makan sorang-sorang laa. Nikmat taw; you munching on your cookies, having it all to yourself... *Kenapa, tak percaya ke?* Hang janganlah murah hati sangat, sebab dorang-dorang tuu semuanya perakus! Gelojoh, ahaha! *Hang pun sama jugakk, Faana. Takmo cakap banyak, ehh.* (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cookies, it's making me hungry, and my tummy's rumbling already! Idk if I should join the casts go buka, tomorrow. Confirm Ibu bising punya; 'cos I'll definitely have to make up for the Tarawih prayers that I missed. Hmmph. Not forgetting, the journey from Tampines to Woodlands is very far, you know. I'll only be reaching home at approximately 2100hrs. Oh well, we'll see how it goes. Have a great evening, everyone! Y'all are much loved. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font color="violet"&gt;&amp;&amp; it only hurts, when you start pretending it doesn't...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-7421402511018355862?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7421402511018355862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=7421402511018355862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7421402511018355862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7421402511018355862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/09/should-i-smile-because-hes-my-friend-or.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-2158805120592374904</id><published>2008-09-09T11:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:43:54.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANNOUNCEMENTS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SMXvfol2J1I/AAAAAAAAAxs/96nEavXKNKA/s1600-h/Powerr+Gerek+Stall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SMXvfol2J1I/AAAAAAAAAxs/96nEavXKNKA/s320/Powerr+Gerek+Stall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243860667893950290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;{ That's Aunt Rose (donning the apron); and that's Uncle Lan. }&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every other year, my favourite Aunt Rose &amp; Uncle Lan will be setting up a stall at &lt;font size="3"&gt;Blk 440, Jurong West Ave 1&lt;/font&gt;. So, kalau y'all ada kelapangan, sudilah singgah ke gerai mereka &lt;font size="3"&gt;Power Gerek!&lt;/font&gt; *The name tells it all.* FYI, I just received an SMS from Aunt Rose last Saturday, saying that the crew from Mediacorp would be doing 'shootings' of their stall, at 1400hrs. It's none other than for the programme 'Ra Ra Bazaar'. So, do catch them on &lt;font size="3"&gt;Suria Channel TONIGHT&lt;/font&gt;, at &lt;font size="3"&gt;2230hrs&lt;/font&gt; okays! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2:&lt;br /&gt;I received an SMS from my handsome friend Eisz last Thursday, informing me that on &lt;font size="3"&gt;Saturday, 20th September 2008&lt;/font&gt;, he'll be acting at &lt;font size="3"&gt;Malay Village (Singgahsana Hall)&lt;/font&gt; there, at &lt;font size="3"&gt;2000hrs&lt;/font&gt;. Tickets are selling only at &lt;font size="3"&gt;S$8.00/per person.&lt;/font&gt; You can purchase your tickets on that day itself. Idk whether my parents will allow me to go watch an 8p.m. show, so yeah. If anybody's free from any obligations on that Saturday night, please come down and support my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eisz even told me that he'll be acting as this Malay Matrep, who finds himself falling in love at the Institute of Mental Health (IMH). *Of all places!* I promise you guys, that it's gonna be a good show, considering Eisz is amongst the main casts for ITE's Grease - The Musical. And, you naughty girlies will definitely enjoy his performance; 'cos after all, he's an eye candy. *A plus point!* &lt;i&gt;Way to go, Sonny!&lt;/i&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SMX5tZlPacI/AAAAAAAAAx0/AkJLZ5F-gwU/s1600-h/1_659006919l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SMX5tZlPacI/AAAAAAAAAx0/AkJLZ5F-gwU/s320/1_659006919l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243871899499325890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; { Noni's Makeover: The Outcome. }&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurhidayah a.k.a Noni just texted me last Sunday, stating that she's baking this particular &lt;font size="3"&gt;biskut koko&lt;/font&gt;; selling at &lt;font size="3"&gt;100-pieces for S$22.00 ONLY&lt;/font&gt;. *Berbaloi, kan? Muai lagi!* Maybe I should ask her for some samples of her cocoa biscuits, to help boost her sales, ehh? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, kalau y'all berminat nak order, please beep me at my tagboard; or contact me personally via my mobile phone ((to those who has my number)). Consider myself as Noni's personal assistant laa ye. Ahaha, g'day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-2158805120592374904?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/2158805120592374904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=2158805120592374904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2158805120592374904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2158805120592374904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/09/announcements-1-thats-aunt-rose-donning.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SMXvfol2J1I/AAAAAAAAAxs/96nEavXKNKA/s72-c/Powerr+Gerek+Stall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-5780737062408176234</id><published>2008-09-08T22:49:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:24:57.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font color="violet"&gt;&amp;&amp; let us pray; that Tok Tulos will live to a ripe old age, Amiin. &amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as promised to you guys, I'll be sharing with y'all whom my D.I.A guys are. Man, this is gonna be exciting! Heh! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to begin with; all three bachelors' name consist of the alphabets 'D', 'I' and 'A'. &lt;u&gt;D&lt;/u&gt;-guy is apparently the cutest one amongst the trios; &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;-guy is the most strapping of them all; while &lt;u&gt;A&lt;/u&gt;-guy is the most matured and respected guy I've known so far. *Alright, can we get moving now? Thank you.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;D-guy a.k.a Cheeky-D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suprisingly friendly. I like his big and sparkling eyes, can! However, I still prefer him bespectacled, as he looks better with glasses. ((Okay, so he reminds me of &lt;i&gt;suai ge&lt;/i&gt; &amp; An Butterfly.)) Also, he's got a strong passion for singing. Suara dia unik sungguh, kan Nueramal? *There's still alot more to him, that I've gotta find out, though.* And, most importantly, he's &lt;u&gt;funny&lt;/u&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I-guy a.k.a Mr U-Turn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only guy to grow taller than me. Heh. Oh, and he's very, very good-looking. I mean it. *Too bad, I don't have a picture of him to show to y'all, Wedoks.* He's quite the career-minded guy; his interest lies in acting and any theatrical productions. Still, he's &lt;i&gt;too good to be true&lt;/i&gt;. He even admits that he's a big flirt, ahaha. *An honest guy, I like!* Despite so, he confessed that it'll be a serious affair; if the girl turns out to be the right one, meant for him. Currently single; he just can't make time for any serious relationship, rightnow. Another &lt;u&gt;funny&lt;/u&gt; guy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A-guy a.k.a Double-A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another career-minded guy. However, unlike the latter, he's more passionate about singing. I just love the way he does his things, the way he thinks and all. He makes a good leader; as he is a very committed and responsible person. With the right attitude that he posseses, he can make it big in the entertainment industry. He knows when to do what; eg. he likes to jest alot, but when it comes to work - he means business. He's any girls' dream guy. Humble and understanding... What more can a girl ask for? Oh, and he may look kinda 'fierce', but he's damn &lt;u&gt;funny&lt;/u&gt;, I tell you!" ((Kak Anis has seen his picture.))&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That's about it. Sudah terjawabkah semua soalan anda, mengenai siapakah gerangan si 'D.I.A'? Heh. And, if you realise, all three &lt;i&gt;potential candidates&lt;/i&gt; semuanya boleh diajak berlawak. Well, consider that a criteria; it's important that they're funny by nature, 'cos I just love to laugh alot and be happy. Who loves formalities, anw? *True enough, my boon companions?* Heh. My, just look at the time, now! It's closing to midnight, already. No wonder my eyes are tearing. *yawns* G'nyte and sweet dreams, everyone! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font color="violet"&gt;&amp;&amp; I wish you knew, how much I missed youu... &amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-5780737062408176234?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/5780737062408176234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=5780737062408176234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/5780737062408176234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/5780737062408176234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-us-pray-that-tok-tulos-will-live-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-5540259204323846708</id><published>2008-09-07T13:37:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:47:00.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font color="violet"&gt;&amp;&amp; whenever I hear this song, images of Double-A appear in my mind. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; how I wish you can duet with me, chivalrous. &amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates, these days. *Sumpahh, chek tak bedekk. Ada banyak hal yang chek nak sampaikan pat y'all, cuma waktu tak mengizinkan.* My sincere apologies to y'all once again, aights. So here goes; I'm gonna rant about whatever that took place, yesterday. Please bear with me. Thank you, much loved. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, September 6, 2008&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;My family and I went to Geylang Serai, merely window-shopped. Y'all know what the place is like, kan? So, I don't see the need to elaborate further. We bumped into kak Julie's ma, sister, aunt &amp; uncle; my classmate Fahdzuli; nenek Lamah &amp; her sons; and Ibu's workmate - kak Mah. I was hoping to bump into &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; someone. *winks* Then, we did our Zuhur prayers at what my family calls - this particular 'Masjid Aircon'. Heh, Idk what's the name of the mosque uh. I even went online to find out the name of the mosque, but to no avail. Try searching for it &lt;a href="http://mosque.org.sg/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Correct me later, ehh. Terima kasih. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading to Bedok Reservoir to pay our monthly visits to Nenek &amp; Tok Tulos, kita belikan rojak India for them. Kalau dah singgah Bedok, confirm buka pat sana jugalah gayanya. I must admit; I'm always super high whenever I'm at my beloved cousins' crib. Especially when sister Suelee hugged me warm, the moment she saw me. And, especially when we didn't expect to see Wak Nor dalam keadaan &lt;s&gt;separuh bogel&lt;/s&gt;. LOL! Man, how I love these people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kak Anis' girlfriend - Insan - was there, too. Her brother pun ada. It'ld be great if them duos could join us for dinner, later. Oh, and something happened to kak Insan &amp; her brother, that made the whole lot of us so pissed with her family. Kesian orang tengokkan keadaan adik-beradik tuu. And, that's also my firstime hearing sister Suelee swore! *Mengamuk, nampak!* Also, did I mention that Ibu kept eating this 'epok-epok sayur' ((berintikan taugeh?!)) that Wak Nor made? It was to be eaten with Wak Nor's "modified" Kimball sauce. *Sedap gilaa!* Orang yang tak tahu makan pun, akan rasa cukup berselera dan mencubanya! Betul tak, kakak-kakak saudaraku sekalian? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, dinner spread has never been that alot! Penuh satu meja! *Itu buka atau kenduri puasa, ehh kak Aili? Haha!* Murah rezeki Wak Nor sekeluarga. Alhamdulillah. There's watermelon &amp; papaya to add on, too. Also, we're later served Wak Nor's famous bubur pengat labu. *Heavenly!* So much for your low-carb diet on this fasting month, Faana! *Sahur hang makan sikit. Tiba waktu berbuka, hang makan banyak! Macammana hang nak kurus, centu?* (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I gotta ask sister Suelee what she's baking, this Hari Raya? Well, she's making her famous chocolate chips, honey cornflakes ((if I'm not mistaken)), and a new addition: &lt;u&gt;sarang semut&lt;/u&gt;! Don't ask me what it is. Beats me. Not to worry; 'cos we'll all getta taste it during Hari Raya! *Tak kiralah sarang semut ke, sarang burung ke, sarang tebuan ke, we believe in you!* Confirm sedap punya! FYI, my kakak saudara here is quite the chef material. So, she know what she's doing. *The rest of you anak dara bacins better start taking down notes, and jolly well behave yourselves.* She's my inspiration! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. My family and I headed for home, only at 2100hrs++. We managed to update each other on the latest stories, joked around, watched Agent Cody Banks II to kill time, and even bluetooth-ed Hari Raya songs. *Wak Saad &amp; Ayah are both so semangat untuk beraya already, can!* So yeah, I'ld like to express my thanks to sister Suelee for those feminine blouses; Wak Saad, kak Anis &amp; Zakya for demonstrating us those useful self-defence techniques; and Wak Nor for whipping up such delightful treats! I've always loved you guys' hospitality! *SAYANG SEMUANYA!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, sebelum saya mengakhiri entry saya hari ini, sudilah kiranya anda sedekahkan surah Al-Fatihah kepada datukanda tercinta - Tulos Bin Dolrashed - yang kini sedang menghadapi kesukaran bernafas. Semoga beliau cepat sembuh, Amiin ya Robbil Alaamiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font color="violet"&gt;&amp;&amp; I saw Farid a.k.a Newey at Admiralty. I hope he didn't see me. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; I'll update y'all as to whom D.I.A are, in my next entry. &amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-5540259204323846708?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/5540259204323846708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=5540259204323846708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/5540259204323846708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/5540259204323846708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/09/whenever-i-hear-this-song-images-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-6615453708002792887</id><published>2008-08-23T19:08:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:17:43.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;ALHAMDULILLAH!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praises to Allah; I'm so thankful to Him. Oh, I've never been this grateful!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I've said it all. Hamba teramat bersyukur ke hadrat Illahi, atas apa yang dikecapi pada saat ini. I'm speechless, yes, I'm at a loss for words! Nothing can possibly describe the happiness, that I'm going through rightnow! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been very optimistic, and strongly believe in doing good things. 'Cos it not only keeps you going; it gives you this wonderful sense of satisfaction, too. I'm just so glad that I'm seeing positive results from the buncha people, that I socialises with. Like you know, I tend to keep it low-key, when I'm surrounded with people whom I can't relate to. ((Well, that &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; wayyy back then. Heh.)) I guess, I'm proud enough to declare that, I've improved on my socialising skills, tremendously. Attagirl, Faana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 22nd August 2008&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ponteng sekolah lagii. ((Dah pandai, eh Faana! Naughty!)) Oh, well. The debarment list are out - and being the good girl, I've always been - it seems that I'll be sitting for my end-mode examinations this September. Yeay! One week of project presentations and tedious revisions... Then, we'll all be assessed on what we've learnt throughout this whole semester, and POOH! Holiday, here I come~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever now. I'd my Grease dance rehearsal, that day. 1800hrs to 2000hrs; ITE CE. Well, the instructor cum choreographer - Mr Richard whatshisname - arrived late. But, heck. All of us had a hella wonderful time! Everyone's so sporting, I like! We practised our steps for songs (1) We Go Together, (2) Born To Hand-Jives, and (3) this particular Rock 'N' Roll song. Oh, and did I mention that for No.3, we'd to get ourselves a partner?! *My Ma's gonna kill me, if she finds out!* So yeah, my dance partner is Amin. I must admit that we're both shy, but we've just gotta do it, ya know? We've gotta be professional in this matter, and he's quite the gentleman. We're both Malays, so he knows where to draw to that line. I salute you, man. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'ld like to thank Kaz for his help during practice. He's one fast learner; Kimberly's so lucky to be able to partner him. Way to go, Doody! Hee. Fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt; we're dismissed at 2015hrs. I took bus 31 together with besties J and Kiina, Rizal a.k.a Ryan (Kiina's boo), Didy, Eisz, Lukman and Hirzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 23rd August 2008&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Eighteenth Birthday, bestie SYLVIA ANTONIE NITSCHE!&lt;/b&gt; I just love this loud, White girl. Lucks for your Marty role, okay sexy? It's funny how we might have our bad days, but we'll find means and soon get over it. &lt;i&gt;What friends are for&lt;/i&gt;, so they say. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's rehearsal will be on acting. Call time 0915hrs; met J and Kiina at Tampines Bus Interchange by 0830hrs, and J was late! ((It's okay, we forgave her.)) It was all simple fun. However, some of the main casts were absent. Overall, I thought everybody did great. *Three cheers for the whole lot of us, aye!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissed at 1300hrs++, those eligible for the Bangkok trip are to stay back. While the rest - including J, Kiina and myself - went off. Our tummies are rumbling, so we decided to lunch out at either Tampines or Bedok. Headed to the bustop, that's when we saw Eisz, Emma and Didy. They asked us if we wanted to tag along with them, go makan. So yeah, we took bus 31 and ate out at this particular teh-tarik-kedai-kopi near Tampines (towards the library there). Ordered Nasi Ayam Goreng ($3) and a glass of teh tarik. Oh, man, the rice seller's so gatal, can! He's so totally flirting with me, EUWW! Emma ordered the same dish as me, and she was given the same 'treatment', too! *Mintak kena penumbuk ehh orang tuu, Emma?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, that's the very first time I ever had a proper lunch, with my Grease casts. Lepas makan, kita lepak pat kedai kopi tuu, borak-borak. Banyak cerita seyy semua, bila masing-masing bukak mulut! Tak boleh angkat pe! We didn't know that Eisz is so-the-gerekk-nak-mampos to hangout with! He's &lt;i&gt;wayyy&lt;/i&gt; different than what we'd thought he was! *...dengan pakaian dorang tak senonoh, tunjuk telur setengah masak...* LOL! Only the six of us know what he's talking about! Ahaha! Then, we talked about Grease - The Musical production; both the positive and negative sides to it. Damn, kita ketawa sampai saket perut laa, Eisz! I just love his sepontan-ness! And, now, each of them had their own gelaran, already. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kiina: Minah Joget-Yang-Terjatuh&lt;br /&gt;J: Minah Jari / The Silent Girl&lt;br /&gt;Emma: Minah Toilet *We know, public don't know, ehh Emma?*&lt;br /&gt;Didy: Mat Tukar Rambut&lt;br /&gt;Eisz: Mat Tumbuk Belacan&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, well apparently, they haven't got the proper gelaran for me, yet! Ehehe! *Suka, suka!* After close to an hour of lepakk, w'all headed to our respective destinations. Kiina and I took bus 168 with Eisz, since the three of us are heading to Woodlands. (1) I live at Woodlands, obviously. (2) Kiina nak melawat Rizal's grandmama yang baharu meninggal dunia, who co-incidentally stays at Woodlands. (3) Eisz lives at Bt Panjang, and later taking bus 963 from there. J, Emma and Didy headed to Tampines Bus Interchange. Damn, I'd a great time with you three newbies! Laen kali, duduk dengan kitorang during rehearsals, okay? Takmo isolate yourselves laa. Y'all sure boleh click dengan kita punya. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome day! Tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;D.I.A.&lt;br /&gt;The initials of the &lt;u&gt;3&lt;/u&gt; guys, whom I'm currently infatuated with. *winks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-6615453708002792887?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/6615453708002792887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=6615453708002792887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6615453708002792887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6615453708002792887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/08/alhamdulillah-praises-to-allah-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-4970945128851265879</id><published>2008-08-19T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:30:50.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Gee. I so miss blogging, can! I've been very, very, very busy, people. ((Sumpahh, chek tak bedekk.)) Like for how many times now, I apologise to you guys for the lack of update. I can only make enough time to do my Friendster, these days. Seriously. I've got tons of juicy stories to share with y'all, but I don't even know how, or what to get the ball rolling. Oh, great! -_____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're asking me how's my life hanging rightnow, it's been wonderful! Just wonderful! (: Oh, and that's for real. Well, it was more of a rollercoaster ride, actually. But, being optimistic as I've always been, things just got better. ((I knew it.)) Oh, it jolly did! And, I can never thank Him enough. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to know that my class' event management projects turned out well, and went smoothly as planned. So, maybe, for the first time, the whole lot of us co-operated with one another, showed some support with the fundings and all. Alhamdulillah. Can I say that it was a blessing in disguise, after all? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *     *     *     *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've gotta sign out. My Ma's nagging at me to shut down this bloody laptop. Urghh. -_____-" I'll update more, soon! So, just hang on for awhile. You know I love you guys. Heh. *smooches*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P/s: I just love the way he calls me 'Ana'. ((Oh, please, Faana! Not another one of your never-ending crushes!))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-4970945128851265879?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/4970945128851265879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=4970945128851265879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/4970945128851265879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/4970945128851265879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/08/gee.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-7100834818023239078</id><published>2008-07-26T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:48:06.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Friendster Horoscope for TODAY&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;((Capricorn: Dec 22 - Jan 19))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You need a few new dreams! Today, you should switch mental gears and start spending more energy thinking about, well, positive thinking. Visualize the brightest future you can possibly imagine - the &lt;u&gt;job you want&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;the person you want&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;u&gt;the life you want&lt;/u&gt;! &lt;b&gt;And don't you dare waste time worrying about whether you will fall short or fail&lt;/b&gt;. It's important to keep your focus on the bright side. News is coming near the end of the day that might come as a pleasant shock."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's more like it. Have a g'day, everyone! (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-7100834818023239078?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7100834818023239078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=7100834818023239078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7100834818023239078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7100834818023239078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-friendster-horoscope-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-5729194999573855588</id><published>2008-07-25T19:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:43:40.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I've been really, really busy, people. My apologies for not updating my dear blog. It's been like ages, since I last signed in to Blogger. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've never known so many guys, until now. What a cute bunch they are, and I'm missing some of them already! Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, guys are so unpredictable. They can be very friendly to you at one moment, and it might seem like they're flirting with you, or trying to flirt with you. Then, at the next minute, they can turn into strangers, and completely ignore you by giving you the cold shoulder treatment. Urgh, typicaaal~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, &lt;i&gt;this guy&lt;/i&gt; will &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; AND &lt;u&gt;forever&lt;/u&gt;, hold a special place in my heart. He's deeply missed by yours truly. Oh, I can NEVER forget him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SInKRskEfCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NqWRp74E0lQ/s1600-h/Gattsbyy+VI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SInKRskEfCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NqWRp74E0lQ/s320/Gattsbyy+VI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226931247909207074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dear Gattsbyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go about asking me, how I managed to get hold of his pictures! Hah! It's a &lt;u&gt;secret&lt;/u&gt;! Hush hush, now. I won't tell you, even if you're thinking of bribing me with some, one million dollars cash. &lt;i&gt;There's some things money can't buy&lt;/i&gt;, you know. *winks* ((Then, everybody at the background will go, "For anything else, there's MasterCard." Hah!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thank you Allah, for every wonderful things that you've bestowed upon me. I've never been this grateful. Syukur Alhamdulillah. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-5729194999573855588?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/5729194999573855588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=5729194999573855588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/5729194999573855588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/5729194999573855588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-been-really-really-busy-people.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SInKRskEfCI/AAAAAAAAAxA/NqWRp74E0lQ/s72-c/Gattsbyy+VI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-45025345523394737</id><published>2008-06-23T15:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T16:17:21.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO, people! Gee, it's been so long since I last came up with a properly-writtened entry. Oh well, blame it on my sudden cacoethes. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the [insertnumberhere] time you hear me saying, I've been really frantic with too many things! I've got like, slews of updates to regale y'all, so much that I don't even know how to begin my writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies alright, but can I just skip the part, where I'm supposed to recount about the past? Else, I'll be expatiating like there's no tomorrow, and then you'll complain that you're growing indisposed from &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;. ((Okay, whatever.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you'll let me, I wanna chew the fat about my life, right at this very moment. Hell, yeah! I'm feeling exultant at this very instant! It never crossed my mind that singlehood &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; be pretty heady and engaging! I'm relishing the company of all my friends - be it bestfriends; girlfriends; guyfriends; close friends; good friends; old friends; new friends. I must say, I'm still on the quest in search of true friends, though. You may find &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; amusingly odd, but nobody knows me best other than I, myself. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Nueramal, I don't mean to flatter you, but I really cherish those phenomenal ((WOW!)) people in CeMTA (ITE CE). They're one prodigious bunch, no doubt about that! The Fresh Element Squad (F.E.S) crew, the Guitar Ensembles (GE) cutesies, and most importantly, the chivalrous and gorgeous casts from Grease - The Musical! Oh, the list can go on, you know. You'll be suprised to find that sunny, city Singapore can be full of passionate and talented artistes. Attaboys and attagirls! Way to go, people! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on; schmoozing of my love life, I'm still stucked in the crush-on-youu zone. Heh. I guessed the past have taught me a thing or two, about sending not the wrong signals at the wrong time. Hence, moulding me into a sceptical person that I am, now. ((FYI, that's a bold and capital sceptical, there.)) Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna succumb to the blandishments, although it's pleasing to hear from people; like how they describe that &lt;i&gt;love is beautiful&lt;/i&gt; and all. Some of you may agree with me, some of you may not. But, you guys can just count me out, that's for sure. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get into a relationship, only if you're ready to get yourself hurt. Yet, again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'll always tell myself. Now, I don't mean to dishearten any of you hopefuls out there, but let's try to be realistic, here. You wouldn't want me to go about starting, with all those datas and statistics, dontcha? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, Idk. I don't want to hear y'all coming to me and say, "Kau ni... Cakap besar jer, Faana." Give me a rest. Let nature take its course, and Allah knows best. Pray, excuse me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Happy 20th Birthday, sister Hanis a.k.a Rastagurl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-45025345523394737?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/45025345523394737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=45025345523394737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/45025345523394737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/45025345523394737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-people-gee-its-been-so-long-since.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-8497606892871454823</id><published>2008-06-22T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:20:57.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hereby dedicate this song to my personable cousin; Nueramal and she-knows-who, hoping that her friendship with she-knows-who will blossom into something more, eventually! Huhu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to you two malu-malu kucings! (;&lt;br /&gt;Here's from me . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ku Juga Mencintaimu - Saiful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukarnya untukku melupakan&lt;br /&gt;Sinar matamu yang menawan&lt;br /&gt;Terbayang-bayang setiap masa&lt;br /&gt;Senyumanmu menggoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehangatan terasa di jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kau lafaz kata cinta&lt;br /&gt;Nafas terhenti seketika&lt;br /&gt;Seakan sukar kupercaya&lt;br /&gt;(Whoa, oh, oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku juga mencintai dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa sukar ku luahkan&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sengaja ku menahan&lt;br /&gt;Bibir membeku lidah terkelu&lt;br /&gt;Ku juga mencintai dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Kau amat sempurna buatku&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sengaja ku biarkan&lt;br /&gt;Akanku ucap jua padamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukarnya untuk kuucapkan&lt;br /&gt;Ku takut akan kehilanganmu&lt;br /&gt;Akanku buat segalanya&lt;br /&gt;Untukmu kekasihku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuma satu yang belum terbuat&lt;br /&gt;Kalimah cinta kau nantikan&lt;br /&gt;Bila masa dan ketika&lt;br /&gt;Tidak dapatku menjawabnya&lt;br /&gt;(Whoa, oh, oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalaman ku menunggu panggilanmu&lt;br /&gt;Pabila terdengar suaramu&lt;br /&gt;Ku terlupa segalanya&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-8497606892871454823?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/8497606892871454823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=8497606892871454823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8497606892871454823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8497606892871454823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-successfully-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-8877783089578960741</id><published>2008-06-12T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:44:30.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'm looking forward to this Saturday! Oh, I can't wait! And, my sincere apologies to y'all, for not updating my dear blog. It's been too long! I've been so caught up with too many things, I thought I couldn't cope. But, thankfully, I managed to handle the matters arising professionally. *clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm gonnabe heavily involved with the arts; singing, specifically! Y'all know how much I love to sing! The passion's there, so they say. Wee~ I'll be performing at West Mall, later this July. Dates and timing to be confirmed. But, I'll inform y'all before hand, so don't forget to check me out! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm like, really loving these two songs;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kau Ingin Ku Miliki - Nurun Nuwwarah&lt;br /&gt;Luahan Hati - Is1619, Apit, Wan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even bluetooth-ed the song to sister Suelee, the other day. I hope you loved them songs! They're oh-so-&lt;i&gt;jiwang&lt;/i&gt;, and oh-so-ME! Thank you Atenn, for introducing me those lovely songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, rightnow, I'm having a crush on him. But, he's younger than me, uh. &lt;i&gt;Sedehh&lt;/i&gt;. Oh, nvm his age, Faana! Infatuation knows no boundaries. Age are, but numbers after all. So long as he's taller than you, then okay &lt;i&gt;lohh&lt;/i&gt;. Ahaha! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just another random entry from me. Have a nice day, everyone! Lovess.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-8877783089578960741?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/8877783089578960741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=8877783089578960741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8877783089578960741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8877783089578960741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-looking-forward-to-this-saturday-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-4820218527216246868</id><published>2008-05-05T20:31:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:13:52.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Okay, first things, first.&lt;br /&gt;My sincerest apologies for being unable to update my blog, it's been so long! ((Oh, too long infact, Fana!)) FYI, this blog is not dead, yet. It never was! Just that, unfortunately, I was the dead beat one. I've been really, really, busy, with too many things, that has to be accomplish within such a short notice. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's been five weeks, since the school reopened.&lt;br /&gt;((Dang, how fast time flies, man!)) I'm enjoying my days in school, no doubt! There's just so many things to cover here, so I'ld appreciate it BIGtime, if you guys could just stop whining, and bear with me, like how the obedient kids always do. Thank you, much loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 15th April 2008&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;My Grease dancemates and I'd to a lunchtime performance at ITE CE. We're to report there by as early as 9a.m. We took a cab, some more! We're excited and nervous at the same time, but I thought the whole nine of us enjoyed everything! Even NuerAmal was present, and she was like my camerawoman for that day. ((I owe you one, honeymunch!)) I've yet to upload the videos, so do wait up, okay. Ehehe. Let the pictures do the talking, for now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8EM_xB4WI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Izt4t7C08fs/s1600-h/DSC01099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8EM_xB4WI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Izt4t7C08fs/s200/DSC01099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196877116330860898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8ENPxB4XI/AAAAAAAAAuA/-6qNTNIPKps/s1600-h/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8ENPxB4XI/AAAAAAAAAuA/-6qNTNIPKps/s200/DSC01087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196877120625828210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The "Pink Ladies" getting ready.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8ENvxB4YI/AAAAAAAAAuI/LusRUjgMKLg/s1600-h/DSC01121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8ENvxB4YI/AAAAAAAAAuI/LusRUjgMKLg/s200/DSC01121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196877129215762818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8EOvxB4ZI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/7vB3dj5RML8/s1600-h/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8EOvxB4ZI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/7vB3dj5RML8/s200/DSC01122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196877146395632018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8FoPxB4aI/AAAAAAAAAuY/9yBK0Y6A0nM/s1600-h/DSC01123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8FoPxB4aI/AAAAAAAAAuY/9yBK0Y6A0nM/s200/DSC01123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196878683993924002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The talented and versatile team of dancers from Cemta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8FpvxB4eI/AAAAAAAAAu4/562ZU5oQoNc/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8FpvxB4eI/AAAAAAAAAu4/562ZU5oQoNc/s200/DSC01136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196878709763727842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8GbPxB4fI/AAAAAAAAAvA/e-j5l9g4oNQ/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8GbPxB4fI/AAAAAAAAAvA/e-j5l9g4oNQ/s200/DSC01137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196879560167252466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;(L) Haikel and I. (R) Zee and I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nueramal preferred the curly-haired guy over Zee. But, I preferred otherwise. Heh. But, both guys are damn great, can! And, oh, look! OMGosh, it seems that I've put on weight! Time to grab your running shoes, and start jogging, Fana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 18th April 2008&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;We're up for another lunchtime performance, but at a different venue. Oh, guess where, sister Suelee? It's at ITE CC-BS &lt;i&gt;laa seyy&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;s&gt;The school for the bitches&lt;/s&gt;, as some of you know it! Some negative feedbacks from us; the audience are so unsupportive, unlike those tame buncha beautifuls at ITE CE. And, their P.A. system just sucks, can?! Oh, we'd to perform twice for that matter. How great! -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we did better for our second show. 'Cos I was so darn pissed over those unexperienced AVA crew, that I didn't realise I was making a sour face throughout the whole of the first performance. That is, until Omar (Grease - The Musical) approached me and said, "&lt;i&gt;Kenapa muka ronyok, jer?&lt;/i&gt; I was observing you all the way." *He did so in a &lt;i&gt;manja&lt;/i&gt; tone some more!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to make matters worse, Haikel didn't turn up for that day's event, as he'd a tummy upset. My goodness! Overall, it was quite a bad day for us Grease girlies, and those Cemta Hip Hop crew. ((We're even, eh Zee. &lt;i&gt;Itulaa, nyakat kita lagi. Padan muka hang!&lt;/i&gt;)) Why, you ask? 'Cos Sakina actually tripped and fell for the second performance, and the P.A. system had to go faulty, in the middle of the boys' second performance! Oh well, blame it on the poor school facilities! *Boohoo to Bishan!* ((Whatever it is, we forgive you &lt;i&gt;laa ehh&lt;/i&gt;.)) Let's look on the brighter side everybody, and enjoy some real photos! Yeehaww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8PdvxB4kI/AAAAAAAAAvo/OcWy4TaoBic/s1600-h/DSC01143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8PdvxB4kI/AAAAAAAAAvo/OcWy4TaoBic/s400/DSC01143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196889498721575490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8OUfxB4gI/AAAAAAAAAvI/d3mz5xIXxAo/s1600-h/DSC01142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8OUfxB4gI/AAAAAAAAAvI/d3mz5xIXxAo/s200/DSC01142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196888240296157698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8OU_xB4hI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Oi--Sk0YUtI/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8OU_xB4hI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Oi--Sk0YUtI/s200/DSC01149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196888248886092306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8OV_xB4iI/AAAAAAAAAvY/RkFugpGZmWc/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8OV_xB4iI/AAAAAAAAAvY/RkFugpGZmWc/s200/DSC01157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196888266065961506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8OWPxB4jI/AAAAAAAAAvg/K2Q47Erdtbk/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8OWPxB4jI/AAAAAAAAAvg/K2Q47Erdtbk/s200/DSC01158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196888270360928818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The gorgeous and feminine Grease girlies!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8PefxB4mI/AAAAAAAAAv4/E2Q4f-0AwLc/s1600-h/DSC01146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8PefxB4mI/AAAAAAAAAv4/E2Q4f-0AwLc/s400/DSC01146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196889511606477410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Hip Hop crew from Cemta. ((Haikel M.I.A.))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8PevxB4nI/AAAAAAAAAwA/NLy8jCOqo-8/s1600-h/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8PevxB4nI/AAAAAAAAAwA/NLy8jCOqo-8/s400/DSC01166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196889515901444722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8PePxB4lI/AAAAAAAAAvw/bSz7l3re0pE/s1600-h/DSC01144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8PePxB4lI/AAAAAAAAAvw/bSz7l3re0pE/s400/DSC01144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196889507311510098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;...When Rock 'N' Roll meets Lyrical Hip Hop...&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's the end product! ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, FUN! See, that's the reason why I love to dance! Ehehe. *clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;So, Grease ITE CE is done? - Check. And, Grease ITE CC-BS, too? - Check.&lt;br /&gt;Good. That means, I'm left with only one more, last entry to update;&lt;br /&gt;Our very own CCA Fair at ITE CW-CT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 21st April 2008&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;If you're asking me how did it all go, personally, I'd say we did pretty okay. Overall, not bad for an amateur; a beginner. Besides, our modern dance club was only, and officially established, on February 2008. So, being about two-months-old, I thought we did fairly okay. Better than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a tough call for the main four of us - Sylvea, Jarena, Sakena and I - to recruit some commited dance members. (('Cos most wannabe dancers, thought that they could get away with their lousy attitude. Very sorry to say, that here in ITE CW-CT, we tolerate no nonsense.)) So, here's my way of saying "THANK YOUU!" to our management team for their utmost support and confidence in helping our club make progress! Cheerios to y'all, homies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((...to be continued...))&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-4820218527216246868?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/4820218527216246868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=4820218527216246868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/4820218527216246868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/4820218527216246868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-first-things-first.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SB8EM_xB4WI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Izt4t7C08fs/s72-c/DSC01099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-2517577894348594747</id><published>2008-04-13T17:45:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:07:35.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm lovin' it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, where do I even begin? Can I just say that, I'm still exaggerating over yesterday's chillouts with my precious Wedoks?! Ahaha! Don't mind if my entry for this one, will be full of grammatical errors or whatnots. I'm just gonna rant it all out, my style! ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As planned, &lt;b&gt;Saturday, 12-April-2008&lt;/b&gt; ((take note of the lucky day/date!)), us Wedoks decided to hang out together. It's been so long. Met at Bugis MRT. I reached at 2pm, &lt;s&gt;thirty minutes earlier&lt;/s&gt;, than the proposed time of 2.30pm. Heh. Everyone was &lt;i&gt;fashionably late&lt;/i&gt;, but later on sister Suelee treated us to Munchy Donuts, so yeah. &lt;i&gt;Laen kali lambat pon takpe, janji you belanja kita donuts lagi, k?&lt;/i&gt; *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They helped me with my purchasing of Grease clothes. Retro's the in-thing for me, rightnow. Heh. I managed to grab a brown-striped shirt, leggings, earrings, belt and that red-colour &lt;i&gt;cekak&lt;/i&gt; thing all within a budget of thirty dollars. And, the best part about  hanging out with my beloved Wedoks, IT'S JUST FULL OF LUCKY CHARM! Oh, of all places, Bugis Street! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I BUMPED INTO &lt;u&gt;GATTSBYY&lt;/u&gt; LAA SEYY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody just repeat that 1,001 times for me, please? Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can you guys make way for me, while go about screaming my lungs out?!&lt;br /&gt;And, Wedoks, can you just lemme do that &lt;i&gt;hand trick&lt;/i&gt; of mine?!&lt;br /&gt;That famous Gattsbyy wave, I'ld call it! Hah!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SUPER, DUPER HAPPY, I TELL YOU! &lt;b&gt;THE VERY, VERY, VERY BEST PART WAS, THAT MY WEDOKS GOTTA SEE GATTSBYY FACE-TO FACE!&lt;/b&gt; THEY SAW MY REACTION. Oh, orang so the malu, can! IT WAS VERY EXCITING! Oh, firstime chek nampak Kak Anis jalan super laju laa seyy. Kejar Gattsbyy katakan! Hah! &lt;s&gt;Despite the fact that Gattsbyy was with his girlfriend&lt;/s&gt;, my Wedoks were all so semangat, tailing behind him! Kak Hanis even shouted "Gattsbyy!", but of course he didn't turn since his real name is Hafiz, hah! SUNGGUH HAMBA TAK BOLEH LUPAKAN! Oh, we bumped into Gattsbyy twice, actually. Heh. And, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;(1) my Kak Suelee said that Gattsbyy's drop dead handsome; (2) Kak Anis said that he's got a face of model; (3) Nueramal said that he's got this Hindustani look, but his fair-skinned make him look quite like a Chinese.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; VOILA! Well, whatever it is Gattsbyy dear, I wish you all the best in your future undertakings, aight? You'll always be my No.1 crush, hokay! I hope we'll getta meet each other again in the future! *cross-fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, ENOUGH FANA! MOVE ON! DON'T NEEDA WRITE SOME 2,000 PAGE ESSAY ABOUT YOUR BELOVED GATTSBYY PAT BLOG NII PULAKK! Oh, yeah! I bumped into crazybestie Sylvia, too! She tagged along, and I'm glad my Wedoks had effing fun with her and vice versa! *You rock my socks, laa Matsaleh Celup!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, are you guys up for Round Two: &lt;u&gt;Camwhoring at Haji Lane&lt;/u&gt;, next! Enjoy the pictures, okay? What wonderful memories! I LOVE MY WEDOKS SO SO SO SO SO MUCH, HOKAY! MISSING YOU GUYS ALREADY! *MMMWWWAAAAAHHH* ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHeokZ_wkI/AAAAAAAAApI/5invbM7SQng/s1600-h/DSC00867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHeokZ_wkI/AAAAAAAAApI/5invbM7SQng/s320/DSC00867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188673034256368194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHep0Z_wlI/AAAAAAAAApQ/yRMIBDE3vsk/s1600-h/DSC00868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHep0Z_wlI/AAAAAAAAApQ/yRMIBDE3vsk/s320/DSC00868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188673055731204690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHes0Z_wmI/AAAAAAAAApY/Fw-YHFMaIFU/s1600-h/DSC00870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHes0Z_wmI/AAAAAAAAApY/Fw-YHFMaIFU/s320/DSC00870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188673107270812258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHeukZ_wnI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xek8rLk1q5w/s1600-h/DSC00871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHeukZ_wnI/AAAAAAAAApg/Xek8rLk1q5w/s320/DSC00871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188673137335583346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHew0Z_woI/AAAAAAAAApo/O05LeNW7a0U/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHew0Z_woI/AAAAAAAAApo/O05LeNW7a0U/s320/DSC00881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188673175990289026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHgMUZ_wpI/AAAAAAAAApw/taffzyTPzy8/s1600-h/DSC00882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHgMUZ_wpI/AAAAAAAAApw/taffzyTPzy8/s320/DSC00882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188674747948319378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHgM0Z_wqI/AAAAAAAAAp4/zeiPLxhzy40/s1600-h/DSC00888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHgM0Z_wqI/AAAAAAAAAp4/zeiPLxhzy40/s320/DSC00888.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188674756538253986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHgOkZ_wrI/AAAAAAAAAqA/NBGYPqeb-Iw/s1600-h/DSC00889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHgOkZ_wrI/AAAAAAAAAqA/NBGYPqeb-Iw/s320/DSC00889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188674786603025074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHgQEZ_wsI/AAAAAAAAAqI/t-6V6fhqMsE/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHgQEZ_wsI/AAAAAAAAAqI/t-6V6fhqMsE/s320/DSC00891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188674812372828866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHgQUZ_wtI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DOiBfPcJ834/s1600-h/DSC00895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHgQUZ_wtI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DOiBfPcJ834/s320/DSC00895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188674816667796178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;KHAS BUAT WEDOKS' CINDERELLA: NUR AMALINA FAIZ.&lt;/u&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHhrUZ_wyI/AAAAAAAAAq4/bDQZ3x0KYPQ/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHhrUZ_wyI/AAAAAAAAAq4/bDQZ3x0KYPQ/s200/DSC00903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188676380035892002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHhskZ_wzI/AAAAAAAAArA/9_ZQdjuTjaQ/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHhskZ_wzI/AAAAAAAAArA/9_ZQdjuTjaQ/s200/DSC00904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188676401510728498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHhrEZ_wxI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Xwt6jZtyC9k/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHhrEZ_wxI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Xwt6jZtyC9k/s200/DSC00897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188676375740924690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simply love your brown-coloured (eye) pupils, and the Ugly Betty kick!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the hantu image-of-the-day, too! *winks*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHj6kZ_w0I/AAAAAAAAArI/8p5GHdaR6wc/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHj6kZ_w0I/AAAAAAAAArI/8p5GHdaR6wc/s320/DSC00906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188678841052152642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHj8UZ_w1I/AAAAAAAAArQ/imz592S8WyM/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHj8UZ_w1I/AAAAAAAAArQ/imz592S8WyM/s320/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188678871116923730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHj8kZ_w2I/AAAAAAAAArY/Z25gXw74eGI/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHj8kZ_w2I/AAAAAAAAArY/Z25gXw74eGI/s320/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188678875411891042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHj9EZ_w3I/AAAAAAAAArg/2MTSmZu0FT0/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHj9EZ_w3I/AAAAAAAAArg/2MTSmZu0FT0/s320/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188678884001825650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHj9UZ_w4I/AAAAAAAAAro/XQcXgllmXPk/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHj9UZ_w4I/AAAAAAAAAro/XQcXgllmXPk/s320/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188678888296792962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHlc0Z_w5I/AAAAAAAAArw/LauLLRfAYCE/s1600-h/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHlc0Z_w5I/AAAAAAAAArw/LauLLRfAYCE/s320/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188680528974300050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHldUZ_w6I/AAAAAAAAAr4/TOkQ3kg0udg/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHldUZ_w6I/AAAAAAAAAr4/TOkQ3kg0udg/s320/DSC00946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188680537564234658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHldkZ_w7I/AAAAAAAAAsA/u77dxX9hxVA/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHnRkZ_xDI/AAAAAAAAAtA/N99DaXb2uek/s320/DSC00958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188682534724027442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHnSEZ_xEI/AAAAAAAAAtI/RFhitkqxzdU/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHnSEZ_xEI/AAAAAAAAAtI/RFhitkqxzdU/s320/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188682543313962050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHnSUZ_xFI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/IbFKumo6uiY/s1600-h/DSC00982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHnSUZ_xFI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/IbFKumo6uiY/s320/DSC00982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188682547608929362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHnSkZ_xGI/AAAAAAAAAtY/bnfGZ6rYAMw/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHnSkZ_xGI/AAAAAAAAAtY/bnfGZ6rYAMw/s320/DSC00987.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188682551903896674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.m/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHnv0Z_xII/AAAAAAAAAto/JY7Gw-M828A/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHnv0Z_xII/AAAAAAAAAto/JY7Gw-M828A/s320/DSC00992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188683054415070338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHnS0Z_xHI/AAAAAAAAAtg/qYfaONcZYPw/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHnS0Z_xHI/AAAAAAAAAtg/qYfaONcZYPw/s320/DSC00991.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188682556198863986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;I LOVE THAT VERY PICTURE ABOVE, BTW!&lt;br /&gt;Classic, tuu! Kak Anis lompat macam sang katak, you!&lt;br /&gt;Just look at her legs, y'all! Ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;No offence, ehh. Just for laughs. Sporting laa y'all! ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are my Wedoks some potential models or what!&lt;br /&gt;YOU GO, GIRLS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay, I'm done with it!*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-2517577894348594747?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/2517577894348594747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=2517577894348594747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2517577894348594747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2517577894348594747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-lovin-it-okay-where-do-i-even-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SAHeokZ_wkI/AAAAAAAAApI/5invbM7SQng/s72-c/DSC00867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-6620337320045257768</id><published>2008-04-01T15:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:27:50.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;'We need not the destroy the past. It &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; gone.'&lt;br /&gt;~ John Cage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, there. As simple as that. I love that quote for some reason. Thank you, John Cage, whoever you are. You're the man. Oh, look who's talking now! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to be done, today, other than getting myself occupied with the household chores, and helping my Ma to prepare lunch. Other than that, nothing else. So, I, being a responsible adolescent, decided to &lt;i&gt;hunt&lt;/i&gt; for my long, lost &lt;i&gt;treasure&lt;/i&gt;. Like real, eh? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It&lt;/i&gt; used to be something I'ld boast about, be proud of, flatter myself with or whatnots. But, that &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; then. Rightnow, I see &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; as not much of a difference, than a stack of thrash! I mean, it's pointless to keep. &lt;i&gt;Buat kamar tidur guwe berhabuk aja, dong.&lt;/i&gt; And, had this been the seventh month; whereby majority of the Chinese community would be celebrating their Hungry Ghost Festival, I'ld not hesitate to join them, man. Let those flames burn those pieces of crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incase some of you are still wondering, as to what I've been talking about... Well, this is &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R_HrmTC-ekI/AAAAAAAAApA/dGpKqxSDE_I/s1600-h/DSC00316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R_HrmTC-ekI/AAAAAAAAApA/dGpKqxSDE_I/s400/DSC00316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184183689260464706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all bid farewell to that piece-a junk! I can finally heave a HUGE sigh of relief! PHEW! Since nothing's holding me back now, I'm just gonna merge forward as my future slowly-but-surely unfold itselves. Like any other human beings, I don't know what the future lies in store for me. But, nonetheless, I'll never cease praying to Him, &lt;i&gt;mengharapkan masadepan yang sewajarnya hamba terima, Amiin&lt;/i&gt;. Have a g'day, everyone! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The only thing that's standing in my way would be me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't I right, Arthie? ((Hint: Watch Shrek the Third.))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-6620337320045257768?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/6620337320045257768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=6620337320045257768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6620337320045257768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6620337320045257768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-need-not-destroy-past.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R_HrmTC-ekI/AAAAAAAAApA/dGpKqxSDE_I/s72-c/DSC00316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-3108060962130320236</id><published>2008-03-31T19:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:53:03.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WAKENABEB!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good one, Uncle! So much for the 'Gendulf' Premium Plan, eh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've been PUNK'D last Saturday, unexpectedly by Uncle Ne! Well, Awitt was being punk'd too, since he answered the prank call first. Hah! &lt;i&gt;Pandai Cik Ne berlakon sebagai orang SCV, ehh?&lt;/i&gt; If only I'd recognised his voice... ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that Awitt and I were the unlucky victims, to start with. Then, it was Uncle Roslee's turn. This time round, Uncle Ne pretended to be some NKF representative, and he enquired Uncle Roslee &lt;i&gt;tentang penglibatannya dalam pendermaan ginjal beliau&lt;/i&gt;. But, of course, Uncle Roslee wasn't the willing sort, and no doubt he's shocked! You guys should have heard the conversation, man! It was damn hilarious! I have it with me in .wav format, so I'll try my to upload it at imeem, later. Ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Saturdays can be fun, really. As you guys know, I've gotta report to my college campus on Saturdays, for another one of my three CCAs; the CEMTA Vocal Groups - Karaoke Vocalist Training Group. Sakena and I like the instructor - Mr Ernest Thio - as he helps us maximise our vocal strength to the fullest. He's very understanding, too. And, the best thing about that CCA of mine is; the group members are friendly and supportive of each other. Also, the seniors are very helpful when guiding us. Especially the male ones; Aidil, specifically. Ehehe. Sakena finds Izad cute, hah! FYI, I'm trying to forget Gattsbyy slowly, and having Aidil as my new &lt;i&gt;crush-on-youu&lt;/i&gt; helps alot. He's just a typical Malay, with that innocently cute look. Appealing. Humble. A gentleman. A &lt;i&gt;rare breed&lt;/i&gt; for some Malay guy, I'd say. Heh. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you guys should have heard him singing that Aladdin theme song; 'A Whole New World'. Man, it was so feeling! Rich with expressions! I just loved the way he delivered the song. I think, I've met my very own version of Taufik Batisah, eh? Seriously! I'ld love to getta know him better. ((Grant me my wish, ya Allah.)) Oh, just read the (incomplete, yet) lyrics, y'all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"... I can open your eyes. Take you wonder by wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Over side ways and under, on a magic carpet ride..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Ferhana Ferheidyl. Just imagine...&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-3108060962130320236?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/3108060962130320236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=3108060962130320236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3108060962130320236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3108060962130320236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/03/wakenabeb-good-one-uncle-so-much-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-8942972615098017735</id><published>2008-03-27T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:11:21.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so glad I've let &lt;b&gt;it&lt;/b&gt; all out.&lt;br /&gt;It feels good!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sister &lt;u&gt;Suelee&lt;/u&gt;, and dearie &lt;u&gt;Nueramal&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;for your valuable presence, when I needed you most.&lt;br /&gt;Be it through SMSes or via a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;You guys made me feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;I know Allah has His plans, and I certainly deserve somebody way better than &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't I right, my &lt;i&gt;wedoks&lt;/i&gt;? And, to sister HanisRasta;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be patronizing your &lt;i&gt;jiwang&lt;/i&gt; services, soon. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe the fact that I cried, while talking to Nueramal, justnow.&lt;br /&gt;Like what she said, "&lt;i&gt;He doesn't deserve your tears.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;For a second there, I felt so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;((Tell her, that she's &lt;u&gt;wrong&lt;/u&gt;, everybody!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here's a "Cheerios!" to those who are with me! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;But, to those who are not, and who are against me,&lt;br /&gt;you buncha retards just stink!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just love myself, the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-8942972615098017735?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/8942972615098017735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=8942972615098017735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8942972615098017735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8942972615098017735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-glad-i-let-it-all-out.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-8049049649700214260</id><published>2008-03-27T17:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:42:54.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I've found out!&lt;br /&gt;His name is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dwi Andika&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;That Dito dude. Hikmah II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si ganteng diatu cowok guwe, tauu!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehehe. ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-trFzC-egI/AAAAAAAAAog/lFrGmDO1zLg/s1600-h/Dittsbyy+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-trFzC-egI/AAAAAAAAAog/lFrGmDO1zLg/s320/Dittsbyy+03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182353543566096898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-trGDC-ehI/AAAAAAAAAoo/yFPr9sWF3-w/s1600-h/Dittsbyy+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-trGDC-ehI/AAAAAAAAAoo/yFPr9sWF3-w/s320/Dittsbyy+07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182353547861064210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;He looks exactly like Gattsbyy, the way I see him each time. ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-trGTC-eiI/AAAAAAAAAow/9n9l7uw9nhE/s1600-h/Dittsbyy+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-trGTC-eiI/AAAAAAAAAow/9n9l7uw9nhE/s320/Dittsbyy+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182353552156031522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-trGTC-ejI/AAAAAAAAAo4/uR_bI3RPsUc/s1600-h/Dittsbyy+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-trGTC-ejI/AAAAAAAAAo4/uR_bI3RPsUc/s320/Dittsbyy+11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182353552156031538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oleh kerna paras rupanya mirip Gattsbyy,&lt;br /&gt;makanya guwe sih namakan diatu 'Dittsbyy'!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took those pictures with my mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;((Hint: Record video. Capture frames.))&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-8049049649700214260?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/8049049649700214260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=8049049649700214260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8049049649700214260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8049049649700214260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-found-out-his-name-is-dwi-andika.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-trFzC-egI/AAAAAAAAAog/lFrGmDO1zLg/s72-c/Dittsbyy+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-2820166163312807476</id><published>2008-03-26T15:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:10:41.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you, Ma, for the mini shopping treat.&lt;br /&gt;Your much lovedd.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to my dear &lt;u&gt;Nur Amalina Faiz&lt;/u&gt;, my sincere apologies for being unable to attend your '&lt;b&gt;Jazzing It Up&lt;/b&gt;' event with your GE mates, at Esplanade: Concourse area, on both Monday and Tuesday. What a pity for me, as I actually missed seeing the first ever Cinderella, who knows how to strum the guitar. *winks* I really hope that there'll be a next time, eh cousin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my Ma's been telling me to remind her to watch Hikmah II, as telecasted on Suria; every Monday to Friday, at 4p.m. I love to watch Hikmah II, due to one &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;main&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; reason; there's this Dito dude! And, he reminds me of Gattsbyy! Seriously! &lt;i&gt;Macam duplicate gituu.&lt;/i&gt; Just that Gattsbyy's much taller than he is, and Gattsbyy's a Singaporean uh. Ahaha. So yeah, do check him out! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, is &lt;i&gt;jiwang&lt;/i&gt; in for every Tuesday nights, I wonder? 'Cos outta the blue, I actualled listened to Spoon's &lt;i&gt;Ringgit Berjuta&lt;/i&gt; song. And upon hearing it, tears welled up in my eyes, and I cried myself to sleep. Tell me about &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-2820166163312807476?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/2820166163312807476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=2820166163312807476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2820166163312807476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2820166163312807476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-ma-for-mini-shopping-treat.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-8085186829015580989</id><published>2008-03-21T16:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T17:24:55.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wish #143: I would love to have a boy for a bestfriend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was boring. So, as I went about switching channels, looking for some interesting stories to catch, my remote control managed to grab my attention, as my eyes happened to watch Suria channel's &lt;b&gt;Satu Jam&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-N3bDC-eeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PC-ysO66I0Y/s1600-h/Top_Banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-N3bDC-eeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PC-ysO66I0Y/s320/Top_Banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180115302964165090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Satu Jam&lt;/b&gt; unveils eight different stories, each week, all unfolding in one hour. With twists and turns, the story unfolds in real-time format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I really liked yesterday's episode; &lt;u&gt;Break Up&lt;/u&gt;. Oh, I believe in &lt;i&gt;karma&lt;/i&gt;, btw. &lt;i&gt;What goes around, comes around,&lt;/i&gt; so they say. There's just too much of some awful coincidences these days, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Thursday nights can never get more boring. Lucky me, Channel U came to my rescue. Korean dramas are starting to become a hit in Singapore's TV screens, I realised. So, jolly well don't blame me, if my latest crush turns outtabe another Korean actor, eh? ((After Dennis Oh, that was!)) Ahaha. ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-N7iDC-efI/AAAAAAAAAoY/osxWEzbsDX4/s1600-h/mainpix_ohsujungvskarl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-N7iDC-efI/AAAAAAAAAoY/osxWEzbsDX4/s320/mainpix_ohsujungvskarl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180119821269760498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh Su Jung VS Karl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From March 14, 2008, every Mon - Fri at 10pm. *Total no. of episodes: 22*)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm having my school holidays rightnow, why dontcha guys join me, as I sit back and unwind myself? No harm tryna relax and enjoy the show, after a hard day's work. We deserve it, yeah! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-8085186829015580989?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/8085186829015580989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=8085186829015580989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8085186829015580989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8085186829015580989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/03/wish-143-i-would-love-to-have-boy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-N3bDC-eeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PC-ysO66I0Y/s72-c/Top_Banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-3874998805937739156</id><published>2008-03-20T15:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:42:59.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happiness... is just a dance step away!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's been so long, since I last updated. Oh, and you guys are missing me already? Gee, I'm so touched! Aintcha guys a bunch of adorables! Ahaha. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-IRMDC-ecI/AAAAAAAAAoA/29AGETgL_eo/s1600-h/step_up_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-IRMDC-ecI/AAAAAAAAAoA/29AGETgL_eo/s320/step_up_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179721420103383490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-IRMjC-edI/AAAAAAAAAoI/gw9JuW6EP1Y/s1600-h/wp2_1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-IRMjC-edI/AAAAAAAAAoI/gw9JuW6EP1Y/s320/wp2_1280x1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179721428693318098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;I found these pictures on the Net. Niceee~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I've seriously gotta us Dadda to buy me that Step Up II: The Streets DVD, man! Sakena's watched it, and she feedbacked that the sequel's so much better, to be compared to the latter! It'll sort of like, gotcha moved in your seat, that kinda thing. And, it also features more breakdancing moves! Jarena's so gonna love it, man! Ain't I right, Lil' J? Teach me some new steps, once you've mastered it, alright? Looking very much forward to that! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my body's all aching rightnow. 'Cos I'd my dance practice, for CCA Fair: April '08 Intake, yesterday. Just imagine, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SIX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; solid hours of &lt;s&gt;hardcore&lt;/s&gt; body workouts, all the way from 10a.m. to 4p.m. man! But, then again, some thorough exercising would do me justice, since it's gonnabe a long holiday. Dang, there's no way I'm gonna put on weight, man! NAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, like, finally! The dance steps were made to perfect! Thank you, God! Most of it was choreographed by the club's President; my girlfriend, Sylvea. Oh, we've managed to include the Low song, too! COOL! That one's choreographed by Jarena, btw. Oh, suddenly, I've got this feeling that our Hip Hop's crew gonnabe da-bomb! Uuhlalaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, I'm beat. Thinking about the CCA Fair: April Intake '08 alone, is boggling my mind enough. Imagine, I'm gonnabe involved in three major events, for that day! (1) Hip Hop performance. (2) Singing Club group performance. (3) Grease dance performance. ((Oh, yeah. I'll be performing the Grease thingy at; ITE CE, ITE CC-BS and ITE CW-CT only.)) &lt;i&gt;Wahduh! Guwe bisa capek, dong!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyhoots, I'm grateful to Allah for letting me seize those golden opportunities. W'all are, but weaklings without Him. Remember that everybody! Have a great weekend! PEACE! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I shall give my salawats to the beloved Prophet Muhammad s.a.w. tonight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-3874998805937739156?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/3874998805937739156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=3874998805937739156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3874998805937739156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3874998805937739156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/03/happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R-IRMDC-ecI/AAAAAAAAAoA/29AGETgL_eo/s72-c/step_up_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-8168228052750076873</id><published>2008-03-13T12:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:25:24.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"ღWhen he's around, my whole body knows it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep talkin' and stuff, but my mind will have no idea what I'm sayin.&lt;br /&gt;I keep wonderin' if there's a term for this. Oh, I'm GATTSBYY-ing!ღ"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm so gonna miss that Friendster shoutout of mine! I've been &lt;i&gt;using&lt;/i&gt; that lines for almost a year, now. Removing that shoutout pretty soon, is simply unimaginable. Sheesh! I just can't believe myself, that I'm Gattsbyy-ing no more! Oh, nay! This awful feeling just sucks big time, hokay! )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, something's been keeping me all smiles, lately. Perfect timing, RTM1. Ehehe. You guys should really go watch that Indonesian show, 'Kawin Muda', featuring &lt;u&gt;Agnes Monica&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Okan Kornelius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9i3YehLzwI/AAAAAAAAAnw/va7ykRW5zJI/s1600-h/06okan1t.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9i3YehLzwI/AAAAAAAAAnw/va7ykRW5zJI/s320/06okan1t.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177089402799378178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That show got me all glued to the TV screen. Why? 'Cos first of all, it's Agnes Monica, yaw! And, secondly, Okan Kornelius is just as witty and charming as Gattsbby, seriously! There's just something about Okan, that reminds me of Gattsbyy... His facial features are quite similar, yeah. But, Okan's hair is &lt;i&gt;botak&lt;/i&gt;-like Samuel Rizal's, whilst Gattsbyy's hair is emo-punk styled. BUT, obviously Gattsbyy will emerge winner, amongst them two uh. Ahaha! &lt;i&gt;Guwe bisa cair, dong! Ganteng banget dehh, si diatu.&lt;/i&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9i4uehLzxI/AAAAAAAAAn4/sZLQmTnTlHc/s1600-h/okan_kornelius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9i4uehLzxI/AAAAAAAAAn4/sZLQmTnTlHc/s320/okan_kornelius.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177090880268128018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okan Kornelius, but more Gattsbyy-like. (;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, damn! I just realised that the way Okan walks, is just as similar to that of Gattbyy's! Freaky, man. That's right, I've been observing Okan's every move. Or, do tall guys always walk like that, huh? Idk, I don't care, so long as he's cute! Ahaha. Oh, Okan, you've been making me smiling to the TV screen, pal. Some people might have thought I'm crazy! (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-8168228052750076873?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/8168228052750076873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=8168228052750076873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8168228052750076873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8168228052750076873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-hes-around-my-whole-body-knows-it.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9i3YehLzwI/AAAAAAAAAnw/va7ykRW5zJI/s72-c/06okan1t.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-4638604507819621766</id><published>2008-03-12T20:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:44:03.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Semoga jodoh ayahanda dan bonda berkekalan hingga ke Syurga.&lt;br /&gt;Amiin.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. March 11, 2008 marked the 19th Wedding Anniversary for my beloved folks! I love my parents alot, you know. Hence, my siblings and I came up with a mini celebration. Ehehe, a budget one. &lt;i&gt;Kakak kantoi ah.&lt;/i&gt; Ahaha! But hey, it's still the thought that counts, right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, like always, I'm the mastermind and treasurer, whenever it comes to things like this. We managed to get two super-mini-cute cakes, another loaf of cake, and a packet of chicken seaweed to be fried. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9fZCuhLzoI/AAAAAAAAAm0/-TWwTFR-hBM/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9fZCuhLzoI/AAAAAAAAAm0/-TWwTFR-hBM/s320/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176844937555857026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Chocolate Mousse. $2 each, from Marsiling MRT that cake shop. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9fZDuhLzpI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-irJuwIo2Uw/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9fZDuhLzpI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-irJuwIo2Uw/s320/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176844954735726226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The loaf of Chocolate Fudge. You can get it from any Prima Deli outlets.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9fZHOhLzqI/AAAAAAAAAnE/NmUtmRQd7Js/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9fZHOhLzqI/AAAAAAAAAnE/NmUtmRQd7Js/s320/DSC00829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176845014865268386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The fried Chicken Seaweed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My folks weren't expecting anything at that, so yeah. They're all suprised and delighted with what we'd came up for them. Just see the cute poses ((oh, my folks are forever young!)), and the look on their faces. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9itnOhLztI/AAAAAAAAAnY/SdvyGOiMcF8/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9itnOhLztI/AAAAAAAAAnY/SdvyGOiMcF8/s320/DSC00830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177078661086170834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The couple: My beloved folks. ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9itoOhLzuI/AAAAAAAAAng/0X8FicZmN68/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9itoOhLzuI/AAAAAAAAAng/0X8FicZmN68/s320/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177078678266040034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for the gift, we printed out two 2UP-sized photos featuring themselves. It was a romantic pose, I would say. Ehehe. And, the cute little bottle thing, with the words 'Happiness Around You' inscripted on it, is filled with nineteenth love quotes especially for their nineteenth wedding anniversary! Ain't we creative, or what! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9itouhLzvI/AAAAAAAAAno/7nN5Cx-VjTQ/s1600-h/DSC00834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9itouhLzvI/AAAAAAAAAno/7nN5Cx-VjTQ/s320/DSC00834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177078686855974642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I were to marry a guy in the future,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he'll be something like my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;One that'll appreciate me, love me, and stand by me all the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-4638604507819621766?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/4638604507819621766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=4638604507819621766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/4638604507819621766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/4638604507819621766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/03/semoga-jodoh-ayahanda-dan-bonda.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9fZCuhLzoI/AAAAAAAAAm0/-TWwTFR-hBM/s72-c/DSC00828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-6466668385826530731</id><published>2008-03-12T20:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:58:44.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll miss youu, Hafittzbyy.&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have typed this entry yesterday itself, but nvm eh. Anw, I've cleared two major papers already; my BCM and POM written examinations. I heaved a sigh of relief, 'cos both papers were doable. I'm confident enough that I'll pass, but what grade of pass it's gonnabe, that's a whole different story uh. Lucks for me, eh! *cross-fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more examinations = no longer necessary to attend school. Ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my classmates declared their school holidays already, despite the fact that the official term break only commences on March, 22 to April, 13. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I'm gonnabe a Year 2 student this 14th April 2008 ((Awitt's 13th Birthday, btw)). Being the seniors - the dominant ones - meant that my batcha friends and I are gonna rule the school! Hell, yeah! Ahaha. On the other hand, it also meant that there'll be no more of &lt;i&gt;my seniors&lt;/i&gt;. I guess it's about time I bid farewell to my two main crushes; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GATTSBYY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cherryhead&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. All the best in your future undertakings, you two chivalrous! Thank you for all the wonderful memories... I'll cherish them all and I'll just keep reminiscing... ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some of the information I got of Gattsbyy throughout the one year&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- He's gonna turn twenty this year, but I still didn't manage to find out when's his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;- He loves the colours black ((me, too!)) and white. (:&lt;br /&gt;- He takes the same course as me: Business Administration! ((:&lt;br /&gt;- He's from class SB (Year 1) and class SL (Year 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm gonna miss you, dude! SERIOUSLY. Hopefully, we'll meet again. Gee, I'm so gonna weep buckets, later! Take care, everybody! )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9fQquhLzgI/AAAAAAAAAl4/9vowVtVYXUk/s1600-h/To+The+Gate!+II.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9fQquhLzgI/AAAAAAAAAl4/9vowVtVYXUk/s200/To+The+Gate!+II.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176835729145974274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9fQq-hLzhI/AAAAAAAAAmA/_M7DDAxuTUQ/s1600-h/To+The+Gate!+III.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9fQq-hLzhI/AAAAAAAAAmA/_M7DDAxuTUQ/s200/To+The+Gate!+III.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176835733440941586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Sweet History&lt;/b&gt;, taken with my W810i on Feb 12, 2008,&lt;br /&gt;when my girlfriends and I bumped into Gattsbyy,&lt;br /&gt;on our way home from school.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-6466668385826530731?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/6466668385826530731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=6466668385826530731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6466668385826530731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6466668385826530731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/03/ill-miss-youu-hafittzbyy.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R9fQquhLzgI/AAAAAAAAAl4/9vowVtVYXUk/s72-c/To+The+Gate!+II.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-8818928502801911567</id><published>2008-03-06T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:01:11.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Dang.&lt;br /&gt;I've just typed out a very, very, very long entry, when this stupid Blogger had to go berserk! Oh, great! Now, I've lost all my mood, and I don't feel like updating anymore. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be away till Tuesday, 'cos I've got twelve chapters to mug hard for my POM written papers. Lotsa memorizing, you bet! Oh, BCM too. Just thinking about it, is making me sick already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, so long! Miss me not, eh. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-8818928502801911567?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/8818928502801911567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=8818928502801911567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8818928502801911567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8818928502801911567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/03/dang.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-923114336097175456</id><published>2008-02-24T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:40:14.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm living my life to the fullest now.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Allah. ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've been in a very, very happy mood, lately. Let's all give thanks to Him for His endless blessings. &lt;i&gt;Chek rasa terharu dan teramat bersyukur sekali. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as requested, &lt;i&gt;the video&lt;/i&gt;! Our performance! Huhu~&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt some of my dance mates screwed up their steps on the actual thing ((Atenn, this refers to you, too)). Ehehe. But hey, we're beginners after all. We're newbies in this Hip Hop arena. Atleast we've got the guts to perform infront of some hundred people, so it'd be good, if the rest of could just please stop whining. Thank you. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't know why I can't embed the video here, so you guys can just simply click on the link below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCwhwe-cQuU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Da West Danzers: Whatever We Like! ((:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate and comment, please! Criticisms are welcome, seriously. Just voice out your displeasure or anything, aight. Like, whether our dance steps are not in sync, we need to apply more force in our dance moves, etc. So be it. Your concern is very much appreciated by our crew. &lt;i&gt;Ebahh!&lt;/i&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on the darker side, I didn't getta bump into Gattsbyy, this one, whole week. &lt;i&gt;Sedihh.&lt;/i&gt; Ahaha, nvm eh. And, oh! Jarena, Sakena, Sylvea and I; we actually got into &lt;u&gt;Grease - The Musical&lt;/u&gt;! Woohoo! We passed the audition, oh yes! It was a wonderful experience, really. The whole thing has been pretty adventurous for the four of us. It certainly did tighten the bondings amongst us girlfriends. It's like, we're in &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; whole thing, together.. It's full of ups and downs, and yet, we still emerged winners and say, victory's ours? Gosh, I LOVE YOU TRIOS SO MUCH, hokay! *mwax*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. I gotta report to ITE CE on Saturdays to discuss the rehearsal schedule and whatnots ((and I'm so beat, already)). Well, just pray for me that I'll do well and hopefully be in good hands eh, 'cos I really want &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;This&lt;/i&gt; is like, a platform for me to showcase my talent for acting, dancing and singing. Where/when else am I gonna earn something for myself? And, I'm not getting any younger, too. So, do pray for me, alright! *cross-fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I must include this one: The Grease audition thingy is full of &lt;i&gt;suai ges&lt;/i&gt;, can! Huhu~ And, there's this guy who made my heart almost stopped. Damn, he looked so much like Gattsbyy, and I was like, "Shoot!" Hey, hey! He can act, dance and sing, hokay! Oh, I saw him dancing, actually. I know I flattered him alot, 'cos he noticed me, observing him doing his thang. So yeah, another "Shoot!" there. Ahaha. ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTICE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;My two girldancers - Jarena and Sylvea - will be performing for Dance Works '08 with their dance crew (outside). It'll be held at Vivo City Amphitheatre ((whatever the spelling is)), on Saturday, 1st March 2008. I'll confirm the timing with you guys, later. Sakena and I will be turning up for that event, to support our team 'Wrathdikal Sins'. Anybody wanna tag along? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, you think I can dance?&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-923114336097175456?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/923114336097175456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=923114336097175456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/923114336097175456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/923114336097175456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-living-my-life-to-fullest-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-8720578855344360367</id><published>2008-02-14T21:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T19:42:29.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;The best day of my life so far!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings, everyone! I've been very hyperactive, lately. But I love it anw, 'cos I needed the exercise. ((I should have shed a few pounds by now.)) *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait. Before I forget, it's Valentine's Day, today! Although I don't really celebrate it, I don't see there's any harm wishing each other, &lt;i&gt;kan&lt;/i&gt;? So yeah. Sylvea, Jarena, Sakena and I wished each other. All are single and free to mingle, eh. Ahaha!  And, I received a Valentine gift from Sylvea, and a Valentine treat from Jarena, too! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V1igmRbGI/AAAAAAAAAjg/clVGwDMSjVo/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V1igmRbGI/AAAAAAAAAjg/clVGwDMSjVo/s200/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167165383203974242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V1iAmRbFI/AAAAAAAAAjY/p6NonQ-mehA/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V1iAmRbFI/AAAAAAAAAjY/p6NonQ-mehA/s200/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167165374614039634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;[L-R] From Sylvea. From Jarena.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one from Sylvea. It's an SMS. Read:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Today... Is a day full of hearts... Love... And compassion... Who says love is all about couples... Cause today my friends i bring to you my sisterly love ha ha *can't imagine i'm saying this* but yeah love you three so much... &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;-farhana, &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;-jarina, &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;-sakina... Happy valentines girls hopefully by next year you'll find your other half!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, yeah. My famous three girlfriends and I, have been praticing our dance moves since Tuesday. And, today's the big day! The Inter-Class Debating Championship! Huhu~ ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the very, very, very good news is, we've done it! EXTREMELY WELL! Woohoo! All those hours of footwork, efforts put in, definitely paid off! ((: I would love to post the video at Youtube and Photobucket, but I'm afraid it'll take way too long a time. FYI, the file size is 83MB++. So yeah. But, no doubt we camwhored! Everybody looked so hip, so let's hit this! ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V3EwmRbHI/AAAAAAAAAjo/U06d4CdFJCc/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V3EwmRbHI/AAAAAAAAAjo/U06d4CdFJCc/s200/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167167071126121586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V3FQmRbII/AAAAAAAAAjw/ilxl4f7GvtI/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V3FQmRbII/AAAAAAAAAjw/ilxl4f7GvtI/s200/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167167079716056194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V3FgmRbJI/AAAAAAAAAj4/BdsjTrZTDm8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V3FgmRbJI/AAAAAAAAAj4/BdsjTrZTDm8/s200/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167167084011023506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V3zQmRbKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/hAQL6P6tyCQ/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V3zQmRbKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/hAQL6P6tyCQ/s200/10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167167869990038690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V3zwmRbLI/AAAAAAAAAkI/JENUI198pt4/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V3zwmRbLI/AAAAAAAAAkI/JENUI198pt4/s200/9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167167878579973298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;We named ourselves 'Da West Danzers'. ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V5AQmRbMI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QMs74MnmhgI/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V5AQmRbMI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QMs74MnmhgI/s200/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167169192839965890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V5AwmRbNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/9wSyHBn7Gg8/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V5AwmRbNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/9wSyHBn7Gg8/s200/7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167169201429900498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V5BgmRbOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/fvX3Lyjs1as/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V5BgmRbOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/fvX3Lyjs1as/s200/6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167169214314802402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V5BwmRbPI/AAAAAAAAAko/u3oSwrSsE4M/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V5BwmRbPI/AAAAAAAAAko/u3oSwrSsE4M/s200/8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167169218609769714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe my eyes, that I actually danced well! 'Cos during practice, I'll always screw up my steps! Everybody will each commit some mistakes. But, for the end product - in front of some hundred audience - we put up such an amazing show! Says who, we need Jojo? Ahaha! Look who's talking now, see who's krumpin' now! Huhu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V6CgmRbQI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LNrvG3_THV4/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V6CgmRbQI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LNrvG3_THV4/s200/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167170331006299394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V6DAmRbRI/AAAAAAAAAk4/KWXqVZCBFSQ/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V6DAmRbRI/AAAAAAAAAk4/KWXqVZCBFSQ/s200/11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167170339596234002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here comes your new Missy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V6DQmRbSI/AAAAAAAAAlA/yS2k7229E30/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V6DQmRbSI/AAAAAAAAAlA/yS2k7229E30/s200/12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167170343891201314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;She's known as 'Da Snap Danzer', y'all! *piwitt*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-8720578855344360367?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/8720578855344360367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=8720578855344360367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8720578855344360367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8720578855344360367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-day-of-my-life-so-far-greetings.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7V1igmRbGI/AAAAAAAAAjg/clVGwDMSjVo/s72-c/DSC00700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-2952457974175012872</id><published>2008-02-12T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:54:11.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so in high spirits!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm down, now. I know, that you guys couldn't bear your excitement as I am, at the moment! ((Like real eh, Fana.)) Oh well, I'd another heart-pounding encounter, today! Huhu~ If most of you thought, that I'm gonna write about Gattsbyy next, then y'all so guessed it right! ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, just where do I begin? Oh, wait - the question should actually be - how do I even begin, writing? Ahaha! Okay, wait, wait. Before we proceed, I've got a confession to make; I JUST LOVE MY TUESDAYS! They're never boring, and they never fail to make my day! Honestly. 'Super Tuesday' or 'Awesome Tuesday', I'ld call it! Okay, confession done, so let's move on. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him twice, today! ((Oh, we've got this dance practice with Dee Dee, btw.)) We saw him at the lift, before the feminine four of us went to the CEMTA dance studio. No, wait - way, way, before that, I'd to stick &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; at the noticeboard. I designed it all by myself. *attagirl* Hell, yeah, we're recruiting! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7FyxgmRbEI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3-1jY7nAdzg/s1600-h/Slide1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7FyxgmRbEI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3-1jY7nAdzg/s320/Slide1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166036442460286018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is it. So, join the Singing Club, nightingales! (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, back to the story. Since Mrs Seetoh arranged for this sudden dance class, we'd to inform the rest of the Hip Hop dancers. The easiest and most fastest method to reach out to them - by making an annoucement via the P.A. system! Sylvea kinda likes it, hearing herself "bray" over the loud speakers. Ahaha! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, quickly, we made our way to the dance studio. We passed by the Co-Op shop, and as we turned to make a corner, that's when I said, "Eh, Gattsbyy! Gattsbyy!" Huhu~ He saw us, and he was like tryna act cool. Damn, that chap's so cute! Ahaha! Then, Sakena was like, "Okay, Fana. I know that you're about to tell us, how extremely happy you're when you bumped into Gattsbby, justnow. Don't do it." Then, she laughed, rolled her eyes at me, and smiled. Ehehe. ((Love you, girlfriend!)) Sylvea too, was going, "Fana, I think he knows. We've been bumping into him so many times, now. Especially you. I'm sure he'ld recognize us by then, although we're but strangers to him." How can I not &lt;i&gt;sayang&lt;/i&gt; my girlfriends, you tell me? They even helped me to look out for Gattsbyy. ((Sylvea, I'll help keep a look out for that crush of yours, too, okay?)) ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance class was great today, since I find myself sweating - which &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a good thing for me. Dee Dee, too, was being more commanding than the usual. I like! She's successfully choreagraphed the whole, full song of Nicole Scherzinger's: Whatever You Like. Oh, we're so hip! We're gonna rock the stage, just make sure that &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; few of us won't screw up the whole thing eh. *cross-fingers* Oh, the performance's set on Thursday, at around 1400hrs, to be held at the LT for the school's debating event. -___-" Also, we've decided on the colour theme for our outfit: black and white, it is. And, I'm gonna wear this 3/4 black pants, white-tee, black cap, big earrings and my &lt;i&gt;lucky&lt;/i&gt; dancing shoes - my own school shoe! ((The lucky part's for real. No kidding.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, changed; from wearing Polo-T, to my maroon-coloured school blouse. It was almost 4p.m. by then. And, who did we met at the canteen, again? GATTSBYY, of course! Sylvea was the one to see him, first. Then, she told me, "&lt;i&gt;Kau tak nampak Gattsbyy? De pat situ.&lt;/i&gt;" By the time I turned my head, he was gone. Ahaha, we later found out that he went to the gents'. I was kinda down, 'cos I didn't getta see Gattsbyy. ((It sort of like, make me end not my day well.)) But, girl, ain't I so wrong! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiqacaro, you know that long shelter there? Ahaha. My people, he was actually walking behind us! My girlfriends and I - we're a team of four, whilst his was a team of three. My girlfriends knew how I would be acting, whenever he's nearby. Ahaha! I just couldn't be myself, but suprise, suprise. I was so "well-behaved" then. Like what Jarena always say, "Maintain, Fana. Maintain." Ahaha. OMG, he was at his closest to me, justnow! He was just behind me, and then beside me! And, if I'm not mistaken, I heard him muttering, "Assalammualaikum..." It's compulsory to reply to the Salams, but I didn't utter it out loud uh. ((&lt;i&gt;Jawab dalam hati eh.&lt;/i&gt; Ehehe.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I actually took a picture of him, when he's not looking! Ahaha, he didn't even know it! But, suspense, suspense. I only managed to snap a picture of his back. -_____-" I tried to snap him, when he turned to the sides, but he was too fast. Ahaha! ((&lt;i&gt;Gambar belakang de pon jadi laa eh.&lt;/i&gt;)) But, I won't display his picture here, as I'm taking some "&lt;u&gt;precautionary measure&lt;/u&gt;" here. Ehehe. Okay, done. [[Too long uh, this entry.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too much of a co-incidence there, eh? ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-2952457974175012872?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/2952457974175012872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=2952457974175012872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2952457974175012872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2952457974175012872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-so-in-high-spirits-calm-down-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R7FyxgmRbEI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3-1jY7nAdzg/s72-c/Slide1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-4253954265758866340</id><published>2008-02-04T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:17:29.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thank Allah for the never-ending opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;Syukur Alhamdulillah. ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've got like, tons of interesting, happening stories to share with you guys. No, seriously! But, unfortunately, I've lost all my mood to tell. I'm sorry. Call it as, I'm throwing temper tantrums, or whatever-you-like. I don't give a damn. Gee, sometimes I really don't know what's got into me, you know. Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. On a lighter note, I've been bumping into Gattsbyy for five days straight! That's right - five consecutive days - I've been seeing him for the whole of last week! I'm fully satisfied with my accomplishments! Ahaha. Thank you, ya Robbi. HE made it all seemingly possible. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, can I call &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; a false alarm? Huhu~ I saw Gattsbby, again, TODAY! I don't know whether it's too early to declare this, but I guess he won't be graduating anytime sooner, eh? Woohoo! Happy I &lt;i&gt;taw&lt;/i&gt;. And, oh, I saw him twice, hokay! Big deal &lt;i&gt;de horr&lt;/i&gt;! ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;First attempt&lt;/u&gt;: I only saw his apparently, outstanding emo hair, since his back was facing me. He was about to take the lift with his mates. And, btw. There's only ONE, pathetic lift in ITE CW-CT, so everybody will know where that place is. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second attempt&lt;/u&gt;: The four of us didn't attend ETP class, today, since everybody's MIA-ing and hence, we don't feel like going. We headed to the canteen - I accompanied Sylvea to the restroom - whilst Jarena and Sakena went about buying their food. Then, all of a sudden, Jarena came rushing to the toilet just to tell me, "Fana! Gattsbyy's here! &lt;i&gt;De pat sana!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;((Damn, girl. I'm so touched by your moves. All that running just to inform me of Gattsbyy's whereabouts? You're just as crazy as me, like, that's why we're besties! Love you, girlfriend.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, I'll be freaking out whenever he's there! Ahaha. My girlfriends jolly well know, how I reacted each time we bumped into him, ain't I right? Ehehe. I just can't bare to hide my excitement, seriously! Ahaha! So yeah, we sat at the round table for awhile, each of my girlfriends mocking at my silly antics. ((Naughty, eh.)) Gattsbyy, too, was with his friends, sitting right across from us. I think, he might have recognised us by now, for surely he'll be muttering, "Those girls look so familiar..." Ahaha! What a better way to end my Monday, other than that! Never fails to make my day uh, that hunk! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watch your mouth, lil' lady. Give it a thought first, before you spit.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, you wouldn't wanna see yourself silenced by me, would you? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-4253954265758866340?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/4253954265758866340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=4253954265758866340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/4253954265758866340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/4253954265758866340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-thank-allah-for-never-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-3970854238693684436</id><published>2008-01-29T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T18:14:15.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Belated 20th Birthday, Jarena Banu!&lt;br /&gt;Loosen up, Lil' Danzer. Go do your thang, aight! ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just update a bit about yesterday's happenings, please? Thank you. Oh, well, &lt;b&gt;Mission #001: &lt;u&gt;'Did I bump into Gattsbyy?'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is accomplished. Ahaha. I saw him at the ITE Co-Op shop. And, boy, ain't he the most charming guy I've ever met! Uuulalaa~ ((&lt;i&gt;Beli keropok tak belanja orang seyy, Gattsbyy nii. Hampeh adek, taw.&lt;/i&gt;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's a-okay, since everyone seemed to be down with Monday blues. Ehehe. Oh, basically it was a mundane Monday for us. Jerelynn was absent as she was obviously sick. If it's already causing her to faint, then she's dealing with a very serious matter. Girl, you'd better watch your health, alright? Don't put yourself at risk. Workaholics need a time-out too, you know. Just don't get too tied up, okay? Get well soon. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, otw home at Jurong East MRT, yesterday, this Malay couple had to go PDA-ing infront of me! Like, WTH?! Incase some you don't know what PDA stands for; it's simply this - Public Display Affection. ((It's a term we used for our debating topic, last month.)) That couple really had buttocks on their heads, where their brains should have been, man! E-U-W-W. They're Polytechnic graduands, some more! It's funny that &lt;i&gt;certain&lt;/i&gt; people behave that way. &lt;i&gt;Budak ITE lagi baek, eh?&lt;/i&gt; Ahaha. Go make love somewhere else, posers! Or, even better - advertise yourselves to be seen in the nation's newspaper! I've got the hotline with me - you wanna jot down the number?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get the opportunity to celebrate Jarena's birthday, yesterday, so we brought it forward to today. Now, the three feminine us were say, broke, so we'd to make do with whatever we can afford. Ehehe. I thought she loved it, although it might not be a grand affair. ((Nvm, eh, J. We'll make your 21st Birthday Bash a blast!)) Let's start the ball rolling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R57xwGp4HqI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/EdUfd-FHxVk/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R57xwGp4HqI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/EdUfd-FHxVk/s200/DSC00461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160828031735439010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R57xwmp4HrI/AAAAAAAAAiY/aAkTwoUIWaQ/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R57xwmp4HrI/AAAAAAAAAiY/aAkTwoUIWaQ/s200/DSC00465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160828040325373618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;[L] The cutey, mini birthday cake. [R] The suprised birthday girl. (;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R57xxGp4HsI/AAAAAAAAAig/WaBdSSOGD4g/s1600-h/DSC00467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R57xxGp4HsI/AAAAAAAAAig/WaBdSSOGD4g/s200/DSC00467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160828048915308226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R57xxWp4HtI/AAAAAAAAAio/gNK78MWWdtg/s1600-h/DSC00468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R57xxWp4HtI/AAAAAAAAAio/gNK78MWWdtg/s200/DSC00468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160828053210275538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The gorgeous girlfriends, no. The &lt;b&gt;Hip Hop&lt;/b&gt; girlfriends, yes! (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R57x0Wp4HuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/kfpCG45DfnA/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R57x0Wp4HuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/kfpCG45DfnA/s200/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160828104749883106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R57zpWp4HvI/AAAAAAAAAi4/xy7r56hjwVg/s1600-h/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R57zpWp4HvI/AAAAAAAAAi4/xy7r56hjwVg/s200/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160830114794577650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R57zp2p4HwI/AAAAAAAAAjA/cGI_WZi56ZQ/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R57zp2p4HwI/AAAAAAAAAjA/cGI_WZi56ZQ/s200/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160830123384512258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;[L] She's enjoying it, alright! [R] The famous Jarena and I. ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love birthdays! Ahaha. Speaking of it, it wasn't a suprising one for her, actually. Ehehe, I can never hid things from that girl. ((She knows it.)) 'Cos the usual routine would be; one of us are required to bring the birthday girl "off to a breathtaking stroll" ((around the school!)), while the rest of the team quickly assemble at the canteen, and make ready the necessary preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was the (blur) one, to sort of like, "date" Jarena out. And, seeing the sudden change of expression in me, she was going, "Fana, what happen? You got a problem with Sakina or Sylvia, is it? You wanna talk to me about it?" I was speechless, and she kept pestering me, hence &lt;i&gt;pecah lobanglah alamatnya&lt;/i&gt;. Ehehe. Well, I'm just glad that she's happy. 'Cos when everybody's happy, I share their happiness! Savour your sinful treat of Ferrero Rocher chocolates, funky! No harm putting on weight on your belated big day! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sakena and Sylvea; I'm just not good at this 'stalling' stuff. Ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to lie. ((Yeah, right!)) Next time, you two do it, okay! (;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-3970854238693684436?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/3970854238693684436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=3970854238693684436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3970854238693684436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3970854238693684436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-belated-20th-birthday-jarena-banu.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R57xwGp4HqI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/EdUfd-FHxVk/s72-c/DSC00461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-8152182392451187019</id><published>2008-01-24T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:45:02.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eight more days before my Gattsbyy's gone?!&lt;br /&gt;Honeyvan, surely you're not kidding me?! Oh, NO, I'm &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; ready!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody called me on my mobile phone, earlier this morning. She asked me, if I could perform ETP duty, today. I'm sorry I'd to turn down her request, 'cos I don't like to do things at the eleventh hour. Next time, y'all had better inform me one day in advance, hokay? Thank you, much appreciated. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's a-okay. Oh, I saw Gattsbyy as I was about to go for my BCM class. My, he's such an Adonis. Never fails to make my day, that chivalrous. Ehehe. I've make it a point to bump into Gattsbyy atleast once, everyday, 'cos he'll be graduating sooner than I thought! Uh-oh! (O.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I'd the biggest shock of my life, justnow. ((Please, don't do it again, Honey.)) The second-year students will be having their graduation ceremony, next week, dated February 1, 2008 (Friday). After that, it's no longer necessary for them to attend school anymore, although they would ONLY be &lt;u&gt;officially graduated&lt;/u&gt; in early March. Oh, NO! Oh nay, NAY! So much for the seven weeks, eh Hasyim? Haiyo. Nvm, I don't blame you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, reality check, Fana! Your days of seeing Gattsbyy are numbered?! Tell yourself, that won't be happening! Urgh! Eight more days left, now. Oh, no. If I minus off the weekends... I'm only left with &lt;u&gt;SIX&lt;/u&gt; more days to go! I'm not ready for this! &lt;s&gt;Say that I'm obsessed with Gattsbyy, I don't care.&lt;/s&gt; I know myself better than anybody else do. Oh, NO! )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Gattsbyy's gone, and Cherryhead's gone, I'm left with Cyclops, Whiteboyy and Disney to have a crush on. Nobody can ever replace the so loyal, and so strong infatuation I'd for Gattsbyy. &lt;u&gt;EVER&lt;/u&gt;. I'll cherish those memories. And, if one day, I ever longed for Gattsbyy, I shall reminisce about those interesting bumping incidents, that ever happened between us. I'm so gonna breakdown, later. It's just so hard to say goodbye. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;How I really hope, I can be your friend. You make me feel so special.&lt;br /&gt;"...Say my name, say my name..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-8152182392451187019?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/8152182392451187019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=8152182392451187019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8152182392451187019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8152182392451187019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/01/eight-more-days-before-my-gattsbyys.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-3332681395068136878</id><published>2008-01-23T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:55:16.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're one, bloody, sick shit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy, for the fact that I bumped into Gattsbyy, on my way to class, today. Oh well, he's my lucky charm, after all. Ehehe. I love you, sweet pea. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I'm putting in effort to be happy here, okay? But, I guess &lt;i&gt;some people&lt;/i&gt; only enjoy watching my misery. May Allah guide you to the right path, eh. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes - this is the story;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, &lt;i&gt;somebody&lt;/i&gt; PM-ed me on Friendster. Like how it appeared on my inbox, &lt;b&gt;' _ _ _ has sent you a smile. _ _ _ wants to &lt;s&gt;brighten your day&lt;/s&gt; with a smile. Check out _ _ _ 's profile and send a reply.'&lt;/b&gt; Treating like it's nothing out of the ordinary, I viewed her profile, only to find myself utterly D-I-S-G-U-S-T-E-D. Like, hey girl! What's your motive, eh?! Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy trying to stir some trouble, by offering yourself to be the middleman, for this matter. I'm so disappointed at you big time, man. I'm sparing you, 'cos you've always treated me nice. But that doesn't give you the opportunity to test me, eh. Patience has its limit, mind you. If you think you've achieved your objective - by trying to make me feel jealous/lousy/remorsed - then you've got me all wrong. You're not even at the status to mess with me, yet. Pathetic uh. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Wedoks, just read the comments below, and I think you'll know what it's all about; ((as it appears in &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; profile - testimonials and comments section))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;hi _ _ _ .. =D i''m surE u nOe whO iam .. juz wanna drOp by n say hi .. hav accEptEd u in frEnsta but hav yEt 2 giv u any cOmmEnt .. actually, i dOn rEali agrEe wit wat bOb has dOnE .. yElah, u guys hav bn frEnz 4 a lOng tymE n nw hE tk kasik u msg hym sgt cOz hE's attachEd .. but i'vE a diffErEnt viEw on tt .. i'vE talkEd 2 hym bOut tiz .. n _ _ _, u cn juz msg hym lykE u usE 2 dO b4 k .. i dOn mind .. i tknk, juz bcOz hE's attachEd hE uat g2 tOwards u .. sO anitink juz hit mE bck ya .. =) tkcr aitE ..&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;rEali é windOw juz shut dwn .. hmm, prObably frEnsta niE uat hal la 2 .. kdg2 frEnsta cam g2 .. hmm, u nid nt lOsE cntct dgn kitE k .. =) feEl frEe 2 msg hym .. i'll ask hym 4 ur nO. sO i'll b msging u sn .. =) btw, our big daE is in JUNE /.. n wE'll b invitin u ovEr k .. u muz cOme ya .. =)&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what's &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; hidden purpose of asking me to view &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; profile? Don't beat about the bush, can? I'm too old to be playing games. I'm nobody's immature girl. Puhhlease. I've had my piece of tolerating craps, enough. It's time I put these nonsense to a stop. Tell me how I should be dealing with these type of people? Urgh, shittos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to &lt;i&gt;youu&lt;/i&gt;, '&lt;i&gt;Selamat Bertunang&lt;/i&gt;' eh. Don't worry, I've got my Gattsbyy, and aplenty long-list of crushes to go for. I'm happy with the way I am, now. &lt;i&gt;Semoga berkekalan jodoh awak berdua.&lt;/i&gt; And, remember this, I'm a strong believer in retribution. You'll get your fair share, one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really need to talk to my Wedoks.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I loathe them idiots, who tried to pull a fast one on me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-3332681395068136878?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/3332681395068136878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=3332681395068136878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3332681395068136878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3332681395068136878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/01/youre-one-bloody-sick-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-6359624278982991236</id><published>2008-01-22T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T20:09:04.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm starting to like the cosmetic label Za.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel preettayy! ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love my Tuesdays. If you guys remember, I actually declared last Tuesday, my own 'Gattsbyy Day'. I guess things just got better for me, eh. I can never thank Him enough. He has His plans, I'm sure of it. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. It started with us attending our BCM class at 9a.m. But then, later at 10a.m. we ladies were excused for the day, as we're required to be present for this 'Makeup Essentials Workshop', conducted by Za Beauty School. Hell, yeah! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we learnt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Skin preparation&lt;br /&gt;+ Introduction to different makeup types and usage&lt;br /&gt;+ Selecting the right foundation&lt;br /&gt;+ Personalised foundation colour matching&lt;br /&gt;+ Proper foundation application technique&lt;br /&gt;+ Colour Coordination and selection&lt;br /&gt;+ Eyebrow definition techniques&lt;br /&gt;+ Enhancing the eyes with eyeliners&lt;br /&gt;+ Eyeshadow application techniques&lt;br /&gt;+ Eyelash curling methods and mascara application techniques&lt;br /&gt;+ Cheek colour application technique&lt;br /&gt;+ Lip colour application technique&lt;br /&gt;+ Finishing touches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 2 hrs 30 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Fee: $15 (usual price $18)&lt;/s&gt; It's fully sponsored by the school. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlie classmates were all having fun, experimenting the beauty products on their faces! Ahaha. And, oh, we so-called make-over ourselves justnow. ((I'll let the pictures do the talking later, eh.)) Jarena was undeniably excited and nervous at the same time. She's always trying to look natural. Ehehe. I thought of buying this particular 'Deep Cleasing Oil' ($13.50), 'Deep Hydrating Gel' ($20.50) and 'Blemishoot Skin Conditioner Mist' ($13.50). Uuhlalaa~ But we'll get our 20% off all products, since we're students, and we're placing a special order. ((I must persuade my Ma to purchase, eh.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R5XoM32cE0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/xABXwk_PCPY/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R5XoM32cE0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/xABXwk_PCPY/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158284256071127874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The makeups weren't that visible, though. Hmmph.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R5XoNn2cE1I/AAAAAAAAAh4/Px-qPsWlHAU/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R5XoNn2cE1I/AAAAAAAAAh4/Px-qPsWlHAU/s320/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158284268956029778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *     *     *     *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R5XoN32cE2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/cGc0UyUEZdo/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R5XoN32cE2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/cGc0UyUEZdo/s320/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158284273250997090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flawless-ness. Ahaha! ((Gee, are my cheeks getting rounder?!))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R5XoOH2cE3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/0ehc__gxTSE/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R5XoOH2cE3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/0ehc__gxTSE/s320/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158284277545964402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw. The workshop's held at the Language Lab (LL). So, as soon as we're dismissed at 12.30p.m. Jarena and I felt a little uneasy, since we're not that into heavy makeups. So, we thought &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people might be giving us &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; stares. Ehehe. FYI, they actually put on purple eyeshadows and gold-like shimmers on me! Erk. But I thought I looked pretty. Hey, everybody look pretty when they put on makeup! Like, hello! Who doesn't, right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, who was the first person, to actually saw me? GATTSBYY, yeah, who else? EHEHE! I guess he was making his way to class. Alright, here goes; we were walking in fours - Jarena, Sakena, Sylvea and I - making our way to the canteen. And, Jarena was the one to tell me, "Hey, isn't that Gattsbyy?" I was blushing red by then! Then, the three of them teased me. Oh, Jarena and Sylvea actually 'Hi-5(ed)' at seeing me acting so shyly. Ahaha. Gattsbyy saw me, and we almost hit onto each other. Phew! ((Had he really hit me, I'ld have gone weak on the knees and pretended to lie unconscious. Ahaha!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was flattering to feel pretty for a day. Like, when people go up to you and say, "Hey, gorgeous!" It's really great. You look good, you feel good. Jarena and I actually received some attention from a few, unexpected people. Seeing the look on the faces of those strangers, we couldn't help ourselves, but to giggle. What an awesome day! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, yeah. Sing your Lipgloss song, Lil' Mama!&lt;br /&gt;"... Whatcha know 'bout me? Whatcha, whatcha know 'bout me? ..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-6359624278982991236?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/6359624278982991236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=6359624278982991236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6359624278982991236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6359624278982991236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-starting-to-like-cosmetic-label-za.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R5XoM32cE0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/xABXwk_PCPY/s72-c/DSC00137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-7430368315903362557</id><published>2008-01-21T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T20:17:22.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm craving for some chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Yummeh, sinful treats!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's great, I think. 'Cos I'm amongst those unfortunate types,  who'll always be suffering from Monday blues. Thank God, that didn't happen, today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. During BCM class, Faith Lee - our Class Advisor (CA) - was being suprisingly kind to us, alright. She actually gave out lollipops to us. ((What's up with her, I'll never know.)) And hell, Jarina actually cried when that lesson's being conducted, 'cos the blister ((she's been suffering for three weeks, now!)) on her foot, is too painful to bear. Seeing the doctor is a worldly-wise move, you stubborn girl. So please, for just this once, do heed our advice, okay? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, boy. Jarina actually read my blog during BCM lesson. Ahaha, sneaking, eh? For the first time, today, I saw Jarina cried. And when that lesson was over, it was my turn to shed. She knows me well, aintcha girlfriend? Tell &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt; why I cried. Oh, go on. I don't mind. It was really touching, and she actually comforted me. Lucky us, the rest of my classmates didn't saw me crying, else those nosy ones will be busy busybody-ing, you know. ((Heck, I don't wannabe labelled 'cheap publicity'.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETP was a-okay. There's this particular guy who sat in front of me. I got to know, later, that his name is 'Sham'. Sakina and I recognized his face, 'cos he was the one, who sung the song 'Belaian Jiwa' on CCA Fair. Ehehe. Not bad eh, his voice. Oh, his laughter's damn funny, I tell you. Ahaha, oh well. I guess I can call it a day. Good night, everyone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Belated 22nd Birthday, Honeyvan Coronel Macapugay.&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend's a Philippino, btw. ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-7430368315903362557?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7430368315903362557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=7430368315903362557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7430368315903362557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7430368315903362557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-craving-for-some-chocolates.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-1797080254869358454</id><published>2008-01-20T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:58:21.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hasyim told us that he's gonna graduate in eight weeks time! Oh, gosh!&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 7 more weeks to go, before my &amp;hearts;Gattsbyy's gone! )':&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's not a good news. But heck, I've got a confession to make;&lt;br /&gt;My life as a single has been rather mundane, until my eyes set upon Gattsbyy's. And since then, I've lived my days, hoping that I could bump into Gattsbyy - or any other guys with emo hairstyle - as frequently as possible. That does it. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he's the most kindest guy I've ever met. There's something about him, that never fails to put a wide smile on my face, whenever my girlfriends go about informing, "Fana, turn to your right, NOW! Gattsbyy's there." OMG, his eyes. His flawless, boyish face. His forever beautiful, I-can-melt-you-instantly smile. His thick, black emo-hair. Oh, the way he walks. The way he carries his black tote bag. But mostly, his hair - his hair which stands out from the rest - that enables me to spot him amongst the many hundreds in school. Oh, he's such an angel. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm not crazy. Tell me I'm not head over heels, going nuts and bananas over him. Tell me, please. I can never forget the first time we bumped into each other. My most memorable place - the schoolgate. Ehehe. I was making my way out, walking with my girlfriends, when I suddenly felt the urge to turn my head back, only to see Gattsbyy and his friend walking behind us. At first, I thought he was a Chinese, 'cos he was so fair-skinned. Subhanallah, he was the most pleasant Malay guy I've ever met. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Continued) And, I thought he noticed me noticing him. I was like, "Jarena, he's so handsome!" He must have thought I'm one retarded girl, 'cos I was listening to my earpiece then, and when that happens, I couldn't hear anything else in this world! Gee, I must have uttered the hes-so-handsome out loud! How embarrassing. And while crossing the road, I couldn't lift my eyes off him. He noticed it, but he was kind enough to smile back. ((I know I flatter you alot, boy.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, most Malay guys I know are suckers. ((You can beg to differ later, I couldn't be bothered no less.)) It's like, they &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; they're good-looking, which gives them the ability to be cruel when judging girls - like, when they gave me "this look", like as if deep inside they're muttering, "&lt;i&gt;Kau sukakan aku? Ada hati nak sukakan aku?!&lt;/i&gt;" Alright, jerks. I know where I stand. BUT, the Gattsbyy I know is not like that. And, Sylvia did tell me that he don't do Minahs - which is a big deal for me. Oh, how I wish more Malay guys are like you, dear. I can't get you off my mind. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna turn twenty, this year. I wanna wish him a very 'Happy Birthday to You' whenever his birthday is, eh. The thoughts of him leaving ITE CW-CT... No more Wednesday mornings by the MPH, seeing him making his way to class... No more Thursday afternoons at the canteen, where he'll be lunch-ing at the round table with his friends... Oh, gosh. How I wish I can be his classmate, to be able to befriend him. Oh, God, and tears are flowing down my cheeks, already. It's so hard to be a girl, you know. You can only &lt;i&gt;pendam your perasaan&lt;/i&gt;, hoping that whatever you do might grab his attention. How I wish I can trade places with him, to let him have the idea what it feels like. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your name - Hafiz. I know where you work - N.U.M, Marina Square. But you don't have a clue about me. I'm a nobody to you. Sometimes, I feel that you're too perfect for me to have you. That's right, you deserve somebody far much better than me. To think that I'd the cheek to even have a huge crush on you. Oh, Fana. You're really one, silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't feel myself. It's like my heart doesn't belongs to me, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It belongs to you. )':&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-1797080254869358454?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/1797080254869358454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=1797080254869358454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1797080254869358454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1797080254869358454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/01/hasyim-told-us-that-hes-gonna-graduate.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-7507002729850338233</id><published>2008-01-16T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:59:37.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yesterday was so wonderful, and today's just as great!&lt;br /&gt;My life's getting even better each day! ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my. What a day, so full of activities! I should have shed a pound or two, I hope. Simply by running around the whole school - from the Multi-Purpose Hall (MPH) to the Staff Room - back and forth. Don't understand? Keep on reading, alright. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my day started at 9.30a.m. whereby we pupils of class &lt;i&gt;Student Champion&lt;/i&gt; (SC), are scheduled for Physical Education (PE) on every Wednesday mornings. I tried to fake a fever, just to escape myself from participating in that lesson. &lt;i&gt;Kakak malas lah nak tukar baju. Issh.&lt;/i&gt; But I kinda like Ms Choo, so yeah. &lt;i&gt;Terpaksa salin baju juga akhirnya.&lt;/i&gt; (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the whole class turned up, LIKE FINALLY! FYI, my classmates are the world's laziest bunch, when it comes to going for PE, you won't believe it! All, except my enthusiastic girlfriend, Jarina. And, like the usual, Sylvia didn't turn up for PE. Hmmph. We'd a game of captain ball. It was uber cool, just so you know. Oh gosh, &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; is so &lt;i&gt;suai de lohh&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;s&gt;I can't believe I actually had a crush on my very own classmate?!&lt;/s&gt; Erks. Anw, we're dismissed later at 11a.m. for lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the opportunity to change from my PE attire to donning the school uniform. I thought I saw three ex-Evgians; my juniors. I bet they couldn't recognize me, spare one. That's right - Zakiah Asyirin's sister's also enrolled in ITE CW-CT - her name is Shikin. ((Say hello to her for me, eh Atenn.)) The other twosomes are Haizad and Nabil. Sheesh. So much for the killer looks eh, &lt;i&gt;tapi berlagak macam Mat Rep!&lt;/i&gt; Ahaha. &lt;i&gt;Tengok orang ah. Tak macam kakak, dah relaks satu corner. Macam pahamm eh.&lt;/i&gt; Ehehe. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys had no idea, as to what I'd written in the first paragraph, well, my college campus actually held our CCA Fair, today. I loved the crowd, oh yeah. Plenty of beautiful people to go around. Ehehe. I bumped into Gattsbyy for like, so many times until I lost count! Ahaha! I'm so enjoying it, babe! Oh, I also bumped into them debating guys from class KC/BIT. They've got a thing for speaking, really. And, I even met Atenn at the canteen. She's lunch-ing with her classmates, before they're off to ITE CW-BB. Oh, she told me that she's selected three CCAs to join; Floorball, Modern Dance (my CCA, too)) and Soccer. Lucks for you, eh sister. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I saw Hasyim. He was performing with his bandmates, trying to promote his fondness for the arts. ((Join CEMTA, y'all!)) And, he finally recognized me! Ahaha. I still remember him uttering, "Farhana, kan?" then, he smiled. &lt;i&gt;Cuuteness!&lt;/i&gt; Oh, Johari a.k.a Jojo (of class SD/ADN) helped to promote modern dance. He actually danced solo on stage. He's sucha smoothie - his moves are swish. I kinda look up to him, though. But, no doubt my Jarina's still the best. You go, girl! Oh yes, hopefully either Jarina or Sylvia, will be elected as the new president, of our modern dance club, and I as the new secretary! *eyes potruding in disbelievement* That's right. I guess Mrs Seetoh fancies me eh. Ahaha. And, Sakina too, as the new president of our singing club! Oh, we so ROCK! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;My eyes keep twitching, late these days. Is that a bad omen?&lt;br /&gt;And, am I gonna bump into Gattsbyy, AGAIN, tomorrow? Yee-haw! ((;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-7507002729850338233?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7507002729850338233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=7507002729850338233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7507002729850338233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7507002729850338233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday-was-so-wonderful-and-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-4014181925520917388</id><published>2008-01-15T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:00:36.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hereby declare today 'Gattsbyy Day'! ((:&lt;br /&gt;15-01-08: 4D or Toto, anyone?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where do I begin? Right, you guys lemme take a deep breath first, 'cos I'm damn excited just thinking about it, that I can barely type today's entry on this very keyboard! Ahaha! Bear with me, hokay?! ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, okay, here goes;&lt;br /&gt;Jerelynn beeped me up last night, to inform me that I'd to do ETP duty with Sakina on Tuesday - which is today. I'm looking forward to it, 'cos that's gonnabe my first time attempting it. I reached school at 9a.m. to set up the pushcarts or whatever-you-people-call-it. Lesson begins at 9a.m. and ends at 1p.m. today, so we're granted Approve Leave (AL) from my Class Advisor (CA). Everything was smooth sailing, I must say. ((Praises to Allah.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. And, did I mention that I'm in-charge of selling accessories, today? Sharona (of class SA/ADN) and I handled that, whilst Sakina and Debbie ((did I spell her name correctly?)) handled the drinks stall - they're selling Milo and Lemonade. It was rather boring, to find yourself standing for three solid hours, spotting and trying to attract customers. But I thought I did fairly well, 'cos I managed to engage five customers under me, alone. Attagirl, eh! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's my all-time-favourite part; that's when I saw Gattsbyy &lt;i&gt;laa seyy&lt;/i&gt;! Ahaha! Never have I grown sick or tired of him. And amongst my long list of crushes, he's &lt;i&gt;the only one&lt;/i&gt; I'm most loyal to. Ehehe. I thought he saw me, 'cos I was "the center of attraction". ((Gee, I just can't imagine myself being put to sell accessories!)) -_______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock keeps ticking.. Oh, I saw almost all my crushes, Sakina's crushes (she was looking out for them, too, though!)), Jarina's crushes and Sylvia's only crush. I was enjoying "the view" all the time. Ahaha. The new intake of Hospitality Operations' students are not that bad eh. Pretty good-looking, I find. Ehehe. Keeping track of the time, thirty minutes more of service to go - I was restless by then. So, as soon as Jerelynn announced to us that we're dismissed, we &lt;i&gt;curi-curi&lt;/i&gt; go to the canteen to grab a quick bite. Naughty girls. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check - 1p.m. - we went to the dance studio, 'cos I'd personally book the room for Jarina to practice her breakdance and hip hop moves. ((I got the key from Mrs Seetoh.)) And, oh, Sylvia was absent today, due to the muscle cramps she's been having, yesterday. Hmmph. It was rather quiet without having her around with us. She &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; loud. Ahaha! Then, Sakina and I helped Jarina take-away a packet of Nasi Ayam and Nasi Lemak. ((Don't ask me why, ask her. Ahaha.)) Along the way to the canteen, we bumped into Cylcops and gang. Cuteness, those chaps! And on the way back to the dance studio, I saw Gattsbyy sitting at the round table. But I didn't realise he was tagging along behind our backs, after that. Oh my, and I'm floating already! Wee~ ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued with our dance routine until the clock strucks 3p.m. That's when the Fitness Training (FT) kids arrived, to have their lessons conducted in there. Jarina and Sakina find one of the FT hunks a look-alike to that Indonesian actor. ((My friends, my friends.)) Whats-his-name; the guy who acted in Eiffel... I'm in love? Yeah, he's the one I'm referring to. Oh well. Soon after that, we walked to Clementi MRT and went home. BUT THAT'S WHEN MRS SEETOH CALLED ME, ASKING ME FOR THE KEY TO THE DANCE STUDIO! &lt;u&gt;I ACTUALLY FORGOT TO RETURN IT TO HER!&lt;/u&gt; By the time, I was almost reaching Clementi MRT! Lucky me. &lt;i&gt;Dah kakak kena patah balik sekolah. Abe hujan lebat pulakk tuu.&lt;/i&gt; Is it a blessing in disguise? - YES, DEFINITELY! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'COS I BUMPED INTO GATTSBYY! He was wearing home clothes, though. But no doubt he still looks hot! I asked Mrs Seetoh to meet me at the general office instead, 'cos I don't wanna lose sight of him! Don't wanna spoil this golden opportunity! &lt;i&gt;Pulakk tuu kakak jalan seorang diri.&lt;/i&gt; So, I was really savouring each moment I'd with him! Woohoo! ((God knows how I felt at that time.)) And, I thought he might have boarded the bus by the time I made a 'U-turn'. But, turns out that luck is siding with me! We stopped at the trafficlight, walked together ((he was with his friends, I alone)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I actually boarded the bus TOGETHER WITH HIM! So, I'd to call Jarina, 'cos I was like totally freaking out! I could sense that she was puzzled, &lt;i&gt;tapi de layankan kerenah orang jugakk. Itu namanya sahabat kakak.&lt;/i&gt; ((So super, duper sorry, girlfriend. Your prepaid credit value's low, now. All thanks to me.)) Then, I met Sakina at Clementi MRT, 'cos I'd request her to wait for me. Again, we saw Gattsbyy! But he boarded the train to Pasir Ris, together with Sakina. Nvm eh, Sakina? Update me as to where he alighted, okay! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done. Like phew! What a long entry! But who cares? I like it, especially when I'm writing about Gattsbyy. Ehehe. Have a great night, everyone! I'm so gonna snuggle tight under my blanket, tonight. Sweet dreams eh. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like the title of the film starring Lindsay Lohan;&lt;br /&gt;'Just My Luck'! ((;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-4014181925520917388?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/4014181925520917388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=4014181925520917388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/4014181925520917388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/4014181925520917388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hereby-declare-today-gattsbyy-day-15.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-8037882163463081480</id><published>2008-01-02T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:28:26.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Miss me. Miss me not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, is it year 2008 already? How fast time flies. Hmmph. I'm looking very much forward to more good things, this new year. InsyaAllah eh. Ma encouraged me to recite the &lt;i&gt;Yaasin&lt;/i&gt;, as she thinks it's a brilliant way to usher in the new year, rather than doing any countdown. Like, shouting "Happy New Year!" at the top of your lungs when the clock strucks midnight, or be a show-off and get soaking wet while participating in the mass dances based nationwide. Sometimes, my Ma can be paranoid, you know. Oh well, my Mama knows best. Simply can't argue with her, there. Ehehe. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this entry might be so yesterday. But, who gives a shit, when all you've to do is read?! Ahaha! I'm sure most of you people out there, have heard about the demise of the prime minister of Pakistan, yes? Well, let's just say, some of my family members are a naughty bunch. Ehehe. &lt;s&gt;They've been calling her names.&lt;/s&gt; Awitt enjoys hearing himself say, "Benazir *Bhutto! Benazir *Bhutto!" Like, OMG! -_____-" And, what's worst, he even puts in extra effort to pronunce the '*Bhutto' clearly! Ridiculous! Serves him right, if the late prime minister rise from the dead, and scares him by appearing in his nightmares. Ahaha. Touchwood! ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, okay. This is, but another one of my random entries. Don't expect me to update anytime sooner, 'cos I've gotta start on my POM revisions, and contribute my part for my group's ETP projectwork. Hmmph. So much to do, but so little time. Urgh, blame it on me for the poor time management. Ehehe. &lt;s&gt;'Cos I've been rotting at home like nobody's business!&lt;/s&gt; Hell, yeah. I'm growing sideways, too! ((Ladies, you know pretty well what I meant by that.)) It's time to burn up some calories, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'll see you guys, when I see you guys. Ehehe. Take care. Spend your holidays fruitfully, eh mates! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Footnote: *Bhutto, or commonly known as '&lt;i&gt;buto&lt;/i&gt;' is an offensive word in Malay.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Sixteenth Birthday, my dear cousin &lt;u&gt;Nasrul Ikhsan&lt;/u&gt;! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Lucks for your big 'O's, eh. Go do the Mohammad Hongkong family proud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-8037882163463081480?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/8037882163463081480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=8037882163463081480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8037882163463081480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8037882163463081480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2008/01/miss-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-1866473002698327299</id><published>2007-12-31T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:09:37.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, correction, Awitt.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet is seventeen. But, meaningful is eighteen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GENTLE REMINDER&lt;/u&gt;: Just bear with me, alright?&lt;br /&gt;'Coa I can assure you, that this is gonnabe my most longest entry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was fabulous, I tell you! My family and I went over to Paman Pit's crib, 'cos he held this &lt;i&gt;Majlis Cukur Rambut&lt;/i&gt;, whereby we're the invited fews. Well, invitations went out to the Tulos' family, Nenek Lama's and Nenek Leha's - the usual crowd. I've always enjoyed get togethers. That's the only opportunity for me to catch up with my Wedoks! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Syaza Aqilah was dressed like a princess on that day. She was donning this particular white gown. That's right - white - Nur Amalina's favourite colour. &lt;i&gt;Macam janji gituu, eh Lina?&lt;/i&gt; Oh, yeah. Ikah didn't make it for that day. We didn't know why either. Hmmph. And, Kak Hanis too, was late for that matter. She'd to attend Kak Tijah's &lt;i&gt;Majlis Cukur Rambut&lt;/i&gt;, too. Oh, the both of us still couldn't forget about the 'Bak Kwa' and 'Bee Cheng Hiang' incident. ((No offence, mates.)) LOL! ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, us Wedoks &lt;i&gt;kia&lt;/i&gt; enjoyed ourselves. Updating each other with the latest hot topics. Oh, gossips, too! Ehehe. Mocking at the slightest bits. I thought I'll be suffering from stomache cramps, due to too much laughing! It was undeniably fun. Kak Hanis and Atenn were selected singers for that day. The duos sung some &lt;i&gt;jiwang-jiwang&lt;/i&gt; songs, and &lt;i&gt;mak oii! Suara korang boleh tahan, eyy! Nak terputus telinga hamba, taw. Sumbang seyy. Jangan marah!&lt;/i&gt; Oh, well. It won't be entertaining without their presences, after all. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at about 1600HRS, the whole lot of us bid goodbyes to Paman Pit and family. We thanked him for the sumptous buffet spread. I bet Kak Hanis loved the marinated meat very much, yes? Ehehe. By the time we left his crib, it was pouring heavily outside. Oh, nvm. Then, Lina and family headed for East Point Mall. Nabilah and Nenek Leha were, too. But we bumped into each other before my family and I boarded the MRT. Dadda was planning to pay a visit to Dato' Tulos, since he's sick. Paman Taha and family was, too. My poor Grandadda. Get well, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's when the &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; fun starts! ((These events took place at The Saad's home sweet home.)) I'd the giga-est shock of life! That's right, people. Suprise, suprise! Well, here goes; I was performing the ablutions in the restroom, like any Muslims do before they begin their prayers. That's when Aunty Roha went, "&lt;i&gt;Siapa pat dalam toilet nii? Cepattlah, Cik Roha nak weewee nii. Tak tahan. Cepattlah.&lt;/i&gt;" So, I was really hustling up, until I &lt;i&gt;tak sempat nak pin-up my tudung.&lt;/i&gt; As soon as I reached the livingroom, they'all went singing the birthday song! I WAS DUMBSTRUCK! I was at loss for words! It was unexpected, seriously! &lt;i&gt;Perasaan bercampur baur. Gembira tak terkata!&lt;/i&gt; I couldn't recall who was holding the birthday cake, but I saw everyone's faces shining, all together as one celebrating my belated eighteenth birthday! I'M SO TOUCHED! My feelings at that moment was formulated to this: [ ((: + ((': ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3o19H2cEuI/AAAAAAAAAhA/nZkMBRYH2JA/s1600-h/18th+Birthday+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3o19H2cEuI/AAAAAAAAAhA/nZkMBRYH2JA/s320/18th+Birthday+I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150488448047256290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The deliciously, tasty durian cake! Ummph, it's finger lickin' good! ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3o19X2cEvI/AAAAAAAAAhI/yBJUbJ2CkEU/s1600-h/18th+Birthday+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3o19X2cEvI/AAAAAAAAAhI/yBJUbJ2CkEU/s320/18th+Birthday+II.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150488452342223602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The belated birthday girl, excited to cut her cake!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3o19X2cEwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/7daIBxcxB08/s1600-h/18th+Birthday+III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3o19X2cEwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/7daIBxcxB08/s320/18th+Birthday+III.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150488452342223618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's all written on her face! Ehehe. ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'd my &lt;i&gt; wudhu&lt;/i&gt; 'on', I thought it's most wise to perform my Maghrib prayer first. After which, Aunt Noor assisted me with cutting the cake to be divided equally to all. I got the lion's share, ehehe! Priority was given to the birthday girl, again! How can I not love my wonderful family, you tell me? Oh, yeah. I got a birthday present from Aunty Roha, too! Everybody in the house was pestering me to open it! So, do you wanna see it, no? I'll post the picture, anw! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3o6EX2cExI/AAAAAAAAAhY/TQeJZorh8BM/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3o6EX2cExI/AAAAAAAAAhY/TQeJZorh8BM/s320/DSC00276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150492970647819026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The present, the way I received it. ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3o6En2cEyI/AAAAAAAAAhg/fSarnxvCMss/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3o6En2cEyI/AAAAAAAAAhg/fSarnxvCMss/s320/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150492974942786338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;It came along with a handwritten birthday card.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3o6E32cEzI/AAAAAAAAAho/n6qzwreoyuc/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3o6E32cEzI/AAAAAAAAAho/n6qzwreoyuc/s320/DSC00278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150492979237753650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The present with the exquisite, feminine finish! ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! It's maroonish-red in colour. Especially from Perllini's. And I loved it, that very instant! So much for love at first sight, er Ferhana? No more of the sceptical you? Boohoo! Oh, yeah. The card wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday to you. Semoga panjang umur, murah rezeki, belajar pandai2... biar sampai masuk universiti he he... n semoga dilindungi Allah s.w.t hendaknya Amiin... From C.Roha...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I even received $20 from my dearest grandparents! Ahaha, I'm supposed to decline the offer. But it being my birthday gift, Dadda shall close one eye. Ehehe. Also, while eating the cake, we joked. The whole lot of us really love to jest. Especially Aunt Nor. I hope you Malays actually get the punchline? Here goes: ((Beware, explicit content.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apa dia? Nak minum teh, Nek?&lt;br /&gt;Atau apa nya, tuu? Nak minum koko, Nek?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm so bad! Ahaha. It's okay to engage in dirty jokes, once in awhile. And, no. I'm no pervert, silly! Then, we watched Mr.&amp;Mrs. Smith on Channel 5. My family and I went home together with Kak Suelee. She'd to return to her campus in Malaysia, by Monday morning. I sat with her on the bus, so along the way to Toa Payoh bus interchange, we chatted. And like finally, she touched on my Gattsbyy. Ahaha! She enquired me about my sudden interest to take up Hip Hop class. Ehehe. It's been like aeons, since the two of us had a real talk. I treasure each moment I spend with her, that day. ((Sometimes, I really wish I'd an elder sister to count on. Oh, well.)) She's so grown up, now, and big girls don't cry. Singlehood rocks, eh sister? We boarded the MRT, and she saw this particular aunty working at Popular bookstore. &lt;i&gt;Macam kenal jer. Macam janji gituu. Macam pahamm.&lt;/i&gt; Then, we parted. My family and I alighted at Admiralty MRT, while she at Kranji.  ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;To the ones who made my belated birthday celebration a memorable one, this blog entry is especially dedicated to you! A tribute to the Saad's, the Taha's and the Tulos' family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I LOVE YOUU!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*planting a huge kiss and warm hugs on each and everyone of you*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Oh, btw. I'm still receiving some belated birthday greetings. It feels great to be remembered by your people. And you guys know, that I can never thank y'all enough. So, thank you to my sisterfriends - &lt;u&gt;Yvonne&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Jerelynn&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Alicia&lt;/u&gt;; my classmate &lt;u&gt;Syazana&lt;/u&gt;; my cousin's friend &lt;u&gt;Syafiqah&lt;/u&gt;; and my Friendster friend &lt;u&gt;Azreen&lt;/u&gt;. Love you guys! *mwax*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to my Uncle Ben, and an advance H.N.Y!&lt;br /&gt;And, Zakya. Ikhsan's 16th birthday is up next: January 2, 2008. Take note!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-1866473002698327299?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/1866473002698327299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=1866473002698327299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1866473002698327299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1866473002698327299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-correction-awitt.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3o19H2cEuI/AAAAAAAAAhA/nZkMBRYH2JA/s72-c/18th+Birthday+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-2423297456062040513</id><published>2007-12-29T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:33:52.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;If only I have the money.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to do some online shopping, justnow. ((Like real, eh, Fana?)) My, I seriously love this particular USA-brand for female clothings. The name's &lt;u&gt;Laura Clement&lt;/u&gt;. Well, here's an introduction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Designed in Europe with the fashionable woman in mind, the Laura Clement collection puts a modern twist on classic silhouettes. From $19.99"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, rightnow, my new shopping list consist of clothings from Laura Clement. I'm so tempted to buy most of them! It's so my taste! I'm so gonna mug hard, from this moment henceforth. Mark my words, people. ((Cheyy!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very determined to leave the tertiary institution with those quality, certified papers. ((Hey, I intend to continue my higher education later, hokay! So what if I've graduated from ITE? I still have got a long way to go.)) Then, off I enter the working world, get a well-paying job, that will not only secure my future. But satisfy my shopping wants, too! Have an awesome day, everyone! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always give your best shot to achieving good grades, Ferhana.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering your parents.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-2423297456062040513?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/2423297456062040513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=2423297456062040513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2423297456062040513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2423297456062040513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-only-i-have-money.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-925020834229175901</id><published>2007-12-27T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T15:13:20.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm legally eighteen, y'all! Oh, I'm so old!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna grow up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the above written is silly. But that actually appeared to be one of my birthday wishes, back then during my younger days. I can be so childish at times, but not anymore now, I hope. ((; *cross-fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Let's keep this entry short, 'cos I've been having the computer to myself, and nobody else. Ehehe. I'm so bad, but all the priveleges gottabe given to the birthday girl, now. *wicked laughter* Later uh, Maerul. Go play that PSP of Uncle Ne's, first. ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, today, my Mama cooked spaghetti. The sauce ((or whatever you call it)) tasted a little odd, probably because she put in too much oregano leaves. ((Yuck!)) I can be very fussy, but my apologies, Ma. It's her first try, today, so I thought she did fairly well for a beginner. I'll never blame my Mama when it comes to cooking. She's the best uncertified chef I've ever known. Love youu, Ma. I know you're trying to make my eighteenth birthday as special as possible. *mwax* ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3OBz32cEqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ufmeL_0XwYE/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3OBz32cEqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ufmeL_0XwYE/s320/DSC00275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148601527180202658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear siblings bought me two cakes; one tiramisu, and the other choconilla-flavoured. ((It's a combination of vanilla and chocolate, I think.)) So yeah, the two desserts were superb. Then, Dadda prayed for me. Well, the whole family did, actually. Oh, Grandmama cried as per normal. Ahaha. And I'm very, very touched by these simplest things. I love my people very much! Oh, btw. I've got a flower bouquet of a few ferrero chocolates, as a present from my family. ((Ma said she reduced the amount, 'cos I've gotta lose weight! Erk.)) Well, at the end of the day, it's still the thought that counts! And the best present I never fail to receive EVERY YEAR would be; &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;doa dari kedua ibu bapa, khas untuk puterinya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, December 27, 2007&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Additions to the previous entry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take note of the time, but I received three phone calls, from my three lovely aunties. Aunt Rose, Aunt Pauziah and Aunt Roha, respectively. Each of them called just to wished me, "Happy Birthday!" My, how sweet can they get, eh? And each of them asked me, "&lt;i&gt;Nii hari lahir yang  ke berapa?&lt;/i&gt;" But the very minute when I answered, "18", &lt;b&gt;ALL THREE OF THEM&lt;/b&gt; went, "&lt;i&gt;Oh, dah besarlah tuu. Dah boleh kahwin!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGosh! No way, ahaha! Even my Aunt Rose teased, "&lt;i&gt;Kakak dah ada boyfriend ke belum? Belum? Jangan nak bedek!&lt;/i&gt;" Sporting aunties, I shall say! Ahaha! ((Dear Aunt Rose, I'm single but available at the moment. Honest, ehehe. Nvm the boyfriend, 'cos I've got plenty of crushes to go around!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anw, below are some additions, to the birthday wishes I got from my wonderful people. Thank y'all a huge bunch!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster messages/comments from - Farhan Mohd, Mafisa, Amalina (Nana), Sakena bestie ((again!)) and Princez Artiekz.&lt;br /&gt;1239HRS - Aunt Pauziah, my lovely aunty. ((:&lt;br /&gt;1704HRS - Suelee a.k.a Chief of Wedoks, my beloved cousin. ((:&lt;br /&gt;1802HRS - Hairullah (Aunn) a.k.a Captain of BOYan, my beloved cousin. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the most touching SMS goes to... &lt;u&gt;Suelee&lt;/u&gt;, my beloved &lt;i&gt;kakak saudara! Jauh di mata, dekat di hati, eh kakak.&lt;/i&gt; Well, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;To my dearest weDok, +**fErhANa**+&lt;br /&gt;Happy 8teen bday darling! Wishing u all e best of luck &amp; everything nice in life! I love you shayang! Muacks! -kak aiLi-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;So much for "the short entry", eh Ferhana?&lt;br /&gt;Ehehe. Play cheat uh, youu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-925020834229175901?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/925020834229175901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=925020834229175901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/925020834229175901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/925020834229175901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-legally-eighteen-yall-oh-im-so-old-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/R3OBz32cEqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ufmeL_0XwYE/s72-c/DSC00275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-3696364266711632397</id><published>2007-12-27T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T18:45:53.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so touched.. Being loved by wonderful people..&lt;br /&gt;I just can't thank Him enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank all the people who'd SMSed me at midnight, just to wish me a very happy eighteenth birthday. There's no doubt I was very, very touched. To be loved by you guys.. The feelings are simply indescribable. Like the usual, I'ld stay awake on the eve of my birthday, to reply you guys immediately, when y'all messaged me. But something's stopping me! Darn, Starhub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;My prepaid credit value is $0.73 only.&lt;/font&gt; So that explains it. I've yet to top-up uh, so yeah. My bad, there. If it wasn't for that disadvantage, I'ld have thanked you guys profusely. I just hope you guys won't feel so lousy or anything. And I want you guys to know that, &lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU PEOPLE TO BITS AND PIECES, HOKAY!&lt;/b&gt; *mwax*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys really made my day, although I haven't really call it a day, yet. ((Bahh.)) And guess what, it feels &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt; to be eighteen. Ehehe. It's not like as if, I'd grown a moustache or beard, right? Ahaha. It feels somewhat, say, great, actually? Oh, yeah. Hopefully Dadda lets me take up driving license, next year! Vroom, vroom! Gilera baby, you're too tempting to resist! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's about time I give the respective people, their deserving credits! Those SMSes, I love it, y'all. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, December 26, 2007:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0901HRS - Raden Muhammad, a good friend. ((:&lt;br /&gt;2051HRS - MWTI Muzakkir, my beloved godbrother. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, December 27, 2007:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0000HRS - HayikaZakya, my beloved cousin. ((Hey, perfect timing, girl!))&lt;br /&gt;0002HRS - HanisRasta, my beloved cousin. ((:&lt;br /&gt;0002HRS - My Mama dear. ((:&lt;br /&gt;0003HRS - Nur Amalina, my beloved cousin. ((:&lt;br /&gt;0005HRS - Atenn, my dearest sister. ((:&lt;br /&gt;0007HRS - Sakena bestie, my girlfriend. ((:&lt;br /&gt;0008HRS - My Dadda dear. ((:&lt;br /&gt;0025HRS - Awitt, my dearest brother. ((:&lt;br /&gt;0100HRS - Sylvea bestie, my girlfriend. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and I guess the SMSes just keep coming! I'll update more later, eh. Oh, that's right! &lt;u&gt;HayikaZakya&lt;/u&gt; was the first girl to wish me, this 2007! That cutey pie. &lt;i&gt;Sayaaang kamu, deh!&lt;/i&gt; ((I should tell Hafiz not to call her 'Gangster' anymore. Ehehe.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner for the most creative SMS goes to.. &lt;u&gt;AWITT&lt;/u&gt;! I've always loved the way he SMS, no kidding! Well, this was what he wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kak happy 18th birthday [insert picture of cake, here] seventeen is sweet so 18 means u are ugly Lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Now, you tell me what I should do. Is he in for another hard spanking? Ahaha, no. I love him too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASICALLY, I FEEL LIKE AS IF, I'M IN SEVENTH HEAVEN, RIGHTNOW. WAY TOO HAPPY, YOU BET RIGHT! I CAN'T THANK YOU PEOPLE ENOUGH, AND YOU KNOW IT! THANK YOUU EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU, FOR MAKING MY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY SO MEANINGFUL. TO LOVE AND BE LOVED.. I GUESS THAT'S ALL I'M ASKING FOR, THIS YEAR! CHEERS! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Attention: Kak Hanis &amp; Nur Amalina. Atenn has been shortlisted for an interview for the Nursing course at CE-SM campus, tomorrow!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-3696364266711632397?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/3696364266711632397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=3696364266711632397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3696364266711632397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3696364266711632397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-so-touched.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-7855400571361022805</id><published>2007-12-26T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T18:46:16.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can hear the bells.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. I forgot to include this one, y'all: I've watched 'I Am Legend' already. My folks bought a couple of DVDs from Johore Baharu, the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as good as what I'd expected. Really. The director's focusing too much on Dr. Robert Neville (Will Smith), when he could have developed more on the scenes, featuring the infected mutants. Hmmph. I think 'Doom' did better. But, nvm. Will Smith's muscular body never fails to impress me, so that will make good the deficiency, I reckon. Ehehe. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, that movie's of very good quality, you know. I mean, eventhough it's a pirated one. Ehehe. Clear, pixelled pictures, you got it. And I've yet to watch 'The Simpsons Movie' and 'Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer', later. Even my neighbour's generous enough to lend us watch 'Alvin and the Chipmunks'. Ummph ummph. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be spending the rest of my day, today, feeding my eyes by watching those effing good DVD movies! Yeay! Cheers to that, y'all. I'm outie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uncle Ne, can I borrow your PSP for awhile?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted to that car racing game. What's the name, again?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-7855400571361022805?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7855400571361022805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=7855400571361022805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7855400571361022805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7855400571361022805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-can-hear-bells.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-3816783915074741053</id><published>2007-12-26T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T12:35:03.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;1&lt;/u&gt; more day to my birthday! Like, OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I should be feeling/reacting, y'all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm not at all &lt;s&gt;happy&lt;/s&gt; rightnow. Seriously, people. Am I having one of those mood swings, again? ((No.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, idk. It's just so hard to please everybody these days. It's like, everybody is watching your every move, and you've got to be the perfect one?! Like, c'mon! Everybody makes mistake, and mine couldn't be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; fatal. Oh, puhhlease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anw. I'm happy for the fact that I slept at 2.30am, yesterday. I'd a great sharing session with my Uncle Ne. He's a good storyteller. We talked about the changes made to the education system, up to today. He told us of his primary and secondary school days... It was hilarious, and we had a great laugh. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, all the uncles that I know are very generous. I like Uncle Ben, Uncle Ne better and Uncle Lan best. I like it whenever they come over my crib, to pay a visit to my Grandmama. Delicious take-aways and sweet treats, you name it! How can I help myself from feeling lucky, you tell me? Ehehe. ((Praises to Him.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. I forgot to include this in yesterday's entry:&lt;br /&gt;I called Hafiz. ((Kak Hanis knows him best.)) He's a year older than me. He's a happy-go-lucky kinda person, and he's got a thing for keeping people entertained. I'm sure my Wedoks have watched the '&lt;i&gt;Meraung&lt;/i&gt;' and '&lt;i&gt;Ketahuan&lt;/i&gt;' videos, yes? Those people are really, some very sporting bunch. Coolness! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever we talked on the phone, he'll surely make me listen to him singing. Well, I'm not trying to bribe you guys, here. But he's very talented, hokay! Such a beautiful voice. &lt;i&gt;Cair orang dibuatnya, taw.&lt;/i&gt; Ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anw. Hafiz made a conference call; inviting Kak Hanis to join the club. Ehehe. The three of us talked, joked and laughed. &lt;i&gt;Begitulah akibatnya, apabila tiga pelawak berbakat bersatu kepala. Pecah perutlah gayanya!&lt;/i&gt; Then, I taught them how to count number 1-10 in Boyanese. And each of us will laugh out loud, when it comes to pronouncing number 7. Ahaha! ((Am I right, Kak Hanis?)) I can never forget that. Well, well, I guess they made my boring day went with a bang! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teka-Teki Hari Ini&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kera panjat pokok nampak gajah. Kalau gajah panjat pokok, nampak apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jawapan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nampak sah bedekk ah! ((Gajah kan berat, mana boleh panjat pokok?!))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-3816783915074741053?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/3816783915074741053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=3816783915074741053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3816783915074741053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3816783915074741053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-more-day-to-my-birthday-like-omg-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-4236096218139523866</id><published>2007-12-25T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T19:30:57.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Merry X'mas to my Christian friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have updated on the Hari Raya IdulAdha celebration, that took place last Thursday itself, I know. But, this just in: ((believe it or not!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dadda just banned me from using the computer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Dadd. I know I should not have let the computer control me. I'm sorry, hokay? You know that I'm one, silly, computer freak. Sheesh. I won't do it again, alright? &lt;s&gt;Promise.&lt;/s&gt; ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what's becoming of me, when shit like that happens eh. Hmmph. I've lost all my mood to blog. Hmmph. I've jotted my random writings in this particular A5-size-like-diary-book, but it's gone missing already. Hmmph. Some luck there, eh? Hmmph. ((Oh, please quit 'hmmph-ing', Fana!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT! I'm done with today's entry. -_____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, yeah! His name is &lt;u&gt;Dennis Oh&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Excellent research findings, eh, Atenn! Ehehe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-4236096218139523866?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/4236096218139523866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=4236096218139523866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/4236096218139523866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/4236096218139523866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-xmas-to-my-christian-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-7088185692394167282</id><published>2007-12-19T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:42:54.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selamat Hari Raya IdulAdha (in advance) to all Muslims.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to my brother - Maerul - for making it to Evergreen Secondary School. Keep doing us proud, lil' fella. Oh, and send my warmest regards to Mr. Viknes when you meet him later. Ehehe. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest sister, don't be disheartened, okay? We know you've given your best shot, so there's nothing for you to be sad about. Let not the setbacks pull you down, and fear not the obstacles you'll be facing with. One day, you'll rise to be the best, insyaAllah. So be strong! We'll support you all the way! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to me, everybody. I was in for a holiday treat, today. Well, it's nothing big, actually. Just a small something to pamper myself. I've gotta thank my folks for their generosity. May Allah always and forever give them an increase, Amiin! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd my hair cut at flip level, styled layered and dyed to my preferred colour! That's right, y'all. Dark copper red blonde is my new brown! Atenn thought I looked like some redhead. Whatever it is, I like it. I thought I looked gorgeous with that new hair colour, and it sure is keeping me very much happy! ILY, Ferhana! Ahaha! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dadda, I wanna have my share of Kinder Bueno, please.&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I'll be seeing my beloved Wedoks tomorrow. Yeayness!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-7088185692394167282?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7088185692394167282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=7088185692394167282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7088185692394167282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7088185692394167282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/12/selamat-hari-raya-iduladha-in-advance.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-3039410498310476302</id><published>2007-12-17T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T12:56:45.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Singapore's got talent, yaw!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you guys hear the news? That's right, &lt;b&gt;Hady Mirza - Your Asian Idol&lt;/b&gt;! The Singapore Idol is King of Continent! ((: His winning was totally unexpected for my family and I, really. We were betting on Jacyln Victor to be crowned as the first Asian Idol. Ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my Ma said, &lt;i&gt;"Dah rezeki Hady, kakak. Doa seorang ibu untuk anaknya, selalu dimakbulkan Allah tau."&lt;/i&gt; I can't argue with her there, though I'd very much liked Taufik Batisah to represent Singapore in this competition. ((Dontcha agree with me, Nur Amalina and Kak HanisRasta?))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm, though. Hady's been keeping quiet since his triumph in S.I. 2, so this huge winning will definitely soak him back in the limelight. ((Don't I make sense, here?)) So yeah, congratulations Hady Mirza! You sure do make us proud, hokay! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Oh, yeah. I forgot to include this - My family and I were playing UNO game, while waiting for the results to be announced. And when the host revealed to us that Hady Mirza was the winner for Asian Idol, we &lt;u&gt;jumped&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;screamed&lt;/u&gt; for joy! I'm not lying there. We really did &lt;b&gt;jump&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;scream&lt;/b&gt; for joy! ((My folks and uncle were not spared either way!)) Lucky us the neighbours didn't call the cops, 'cos we misbehaved when it was already late at night. Phew! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vic Chou seriously reminds me of my Gattsbyy.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, shittos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-3039410498310476302?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/3039410498310476302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=3039410498310476302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3039410498310476302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3039410498310476302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/12/singapores-got-talent-yaw-did-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-3400479526181943003</id><published>2007-12-14T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:10:41.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, I'm so gonna miss my sisterfriends!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I know I should be updating my blog a whole lot sooner, but I'm equipped with too many tasks to do. I really need some time management here. Anybody caring enough to help me out? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall write about the many interesting events that occured from last Monday, right up to today. So, please bear with me, okay? Ehehe. ((Monday was mundane, so I shall skip it to Tuesday.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;.....I was given one day grace by Mdm Seet to hand up my PIE project proposal, so I submitted the assignment to her on that very Tuesday. I'm very much happy with the outcome, 'cos the whole four us contributed our part. It was a brilliant masterpiece, I shall say. So, I  should thank youu, girls, for the co-operation all those while. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Our class was involved in a debate, that very day, too. Eloquent speakers that represent us include; Honeyvan, Ricky, Syazana and Sylvia. We were the proposition team. The motion for that day was; 'Singaporean youths are self-centered'. It was a big topic, but I thought we did well 'cos we won! Congratulations, mates! And it's thanks to them, our POM class was cancelled, hence the early dismissal. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....But then later that day, Mrs Seetoh told us that there'll be a make-up session for Hip Hop dance practice at 1400hrs. But only the pathetic five of us turned up for Tuesday's practice; Jarina. Mardhiana. Sakina. Sylvia and I. And again, Dee Dee failed to be present 'cos she overslept?! -_____-" That's right, the dance instructor with &lt;i&gt;the attitude&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Oh, and did I mention that we saw my Cherryhead? He was having his band pratice. Geeky Goggles was there, too. I still remember the very first time I MSNed Cherryhead, I told him to play Guns 'N' Roses' - Sweet Child O' Mine song, should he be given the chance to perform in school, again. And guess what, I heard him playing that very song at that very moment! Ahaha! &lt;i&gt;He knows&lt;/i&gt;. And he was damn &lt;i&gt;paiseyy&lt;/i&gt; when we saw him singing this particular rock song. Cuteness, babe! At the end of that day, we bumped into my Cyclops and Whiteboyy, and the whole lot of us boarded the same bus. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;.....I bumped into my Disney on the way to school. Ehehe. SW was cancelled, so POM class commenced only at 1200hrs. 1300hrs: BCM Roleplay-ing was interesting and hilarious. Who doesn't love acting, right Zakya? 1500hrs: ETP class. Honeyvan told us some cruel shit, but I'm not allowed to post it here, 'cos it involved the police. And we wouldn't want the media to publish the story, else the reputation of &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; will be ruined. But what she told us just made me loathe them males! ((Boys or men, whatever you name it.)) Some sick bastards they are. Just watch what you're doing, dickheads. Damn, I'm pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;.....POM class only begins at 1000hrs. But since Mr Sunny Chow was elected as chairman for the debate, class only commenced at 1100hrs. Sylvia wasn't being herself. Her eyes were red from too much crying. Azman-the-jerk just ditched her over some other bitches. How ugly can that monkey get, by treating her like that?! ((Be strong, okay dear? He doesn't deserve your tears at all.)) 1200hrs: It was lunchbreak. I didn't eat much, 'cos I'm on a diet. &lt;i&gt;Berwawasan seyy, akak!&lt;/i&gt; Ehehe. And it was later on, that I saw my Gattsbyy. Just a sneak peek uh, 'cos he was rushing for class. Poor boy. That too, I managed to steal a glance at him, but his back! Erk. I'll miss my huge crush-on-youu. ((Hopefully he's still working at NUM at Marina Square, eyy. Just my luck.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, today&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;.....PIE class was cancelled, so again, POM class only commences at 1000hrs. But Jarina and I planned to reach school by 0900hrs, to practice our BCM Roleplay-ing skills for the final last time. Oh, Mr Sunny Chow was being kinder to us than usual, 'cos lesson was fast game, today. ((I guess he's set for the holiday mood. Hmmph.)) Then, he showed to us this particular elf animes featuring us! It was hilarious! And for the first time for his class, we actually laughed out loud! ((He was brilliantly boring.)) You guys might wanna try it. Simply &lt;a href="http://elfyourself.com"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....1100hrs: BCM lesson. Roleplay-ing was our turn; Sakina and Sylvia, Jarina and I. The whole four of us did extremely well, 'cos we scored a grade 'A'! Congratulations to us, girlfriends! And I can still recall vividly, Jarina's &lt;i&gt;legendary&lt;/i&gt; line, "Oh, the voucher..!" ((My favourite girl. She understands me well, is there for me, and never fails to put a smile on my face!)) And to my dearest sisterfriends; Alicia, Honeyvan, Jerelynn and Yvonne, lucks for your BCM Roleplay-ing next year! May the whole eight of us scored all 'A's! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....1300hrs: It's time for Hip Hop dancing, y'all! Like finally, Dee Dee turned up! We're so glad, 'cos if she didn't, I would have cursed and sweared her, man. No kidding. Just imagine uh, the school paid for like, S$3,500 just to hire her alone. Sheesh. Oh, even Jojo was present for today's session. Suprise, suprise. So basically, we practiced hard, we perspired alot. ((It was a great workout for me, 'cos I needed the exercise.)) Now, I think Jarina and Sylvia outdo Jojo already, 'cos they have something that he doesn't; &lt;b&gt;The Hip Hop groove, baby!&lt;/b&gt; That's what I'm talkin about! Ahaha! So, overall, the practice ended at 1600hrs. After which, the usual four of us chilled at the canteen, talked for about an hour and headed home. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, and I'm missing my girlfriends already! Do keep in touch, hokay! We'll plan for a go-out and get together sometime next week, uh? It's so on, yes? *mwax* Oh, ain't I so glad that I managed to bump into &lt;b&gt;all my crushes&lt;/b&gt; for the very last time! ((No more of Gattsbyy and Cherryhead next year, huh? Haish.)) Enjoy your holidays, everybody! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll never forget youu.&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-3400479526181943003?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/3400479526181943003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=3400479526181943003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3400479526181943003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3400479526181943003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-im-so-gonna-miss-my-sisterfriends.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-7610631187351432771</id><published>2007-12-07T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T13:36:12.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;All for a fresh, new look!&lt;br /&gt;Like, finally!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings, everyone! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Thank youu for linking me up, yeah. It's very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, three main reasons as to why I've moved to new:&lt;br /&gt;(1) I'm sick of the old online journal. ((It takes a long time to load.))&lt;br /&gt;(2) The old weblog url's just darn long. -_____-"&lt;br /&gt;(3) I just want my people to feel me; 'cos this is what I am, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and do you guys notice the new blogskin? ((:&lt;br /&gt;I just love it. 'Cos I design it on my own, ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;((The template belong's to somebody, though.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, ahaha, I know.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to feature my famous Gattsbyy.&lt;br /&gt;((But too bad, I don't have his picture.))&lt;br /&gt;So since Gattsbyy styled his hair emo, I took hold of some chivalrous emo-boys, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;((Thank youu, Deviant Art.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw people.&lt;br /&gt;I've already watched &lt;s&gt;30 Days of Night&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;Stardust&lt;/s&gt; and the long awaited &lt;s&gt;Hairspray&lt;/s&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;'30 Days of Night' is not too scary for me. Seriously. I think 'Dead Silence' did better. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you guys just have to watch 'Stardust'. It's very romantic London love kind. ((Syazzy, I recommend you this.))&lt;br /&gt;And need I tell you guys about 'Hairspray'? It's jolly good! Even my Papa love 'em songs! ((:&lt;br /&gt;((Zac Efron is forever chivalrous!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I have it with me in DVD. Two are of high definition quality, except for one.&lt;br /&gt;But, overall, it's still not that bad yaa. Basically, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekends, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;PIE project is due on Monday. Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm excited to watch 'Twilight', which is gonnabe released next year! ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-7610631187351432771?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7610631187351432771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=7610631187351432771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7610631187351432771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7610631187351432771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/12/greetings-everyone-thank-youu-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-3496152578644607554</id><published>2007-11-23T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T13:04:18.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of the many breakdancing videos that I took, with my T100 companion.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid97.photobucket.com/albums/l234/berrymelows/MOV00170.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's B-boy Farhan from Radikal Forze.&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload more once I've got time in my hands.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-3496152578644607554?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/3496152578644607554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=3496152578644607554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3496152578644607554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3496152578644607554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-of-many-breakdancing-videos-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-833577025480828505</id><published>2007-11-15T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:10:27.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so gonna turn up for the Hip Hop class tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Hurray! ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, our B-boy instructor; B-boy Farhan, is internationally known, hokay!&lt;br /&gt;He won many prestigious awards under his belt. Cheyy!&lt;br /&gt;He's like my Singapore version of Chris Brown! Oh, he likes Omarion, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abe de ada goatee lagii.&lt;/i&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so what if the Malay community look down on potential people like him?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. &lt;i&gt;Lagipon de tak lokek ilmu seyy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, these people are better than the ones we know. &lt;s&gt;Hypocrites&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I salute youu, B-boy Farhan! Vote for him, okayy! Click &lt;a href="http://www.redbullbcone.com/farhan"&gt;'Vote For Farhan!'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tomorrow we'll be krumpin' with Dd a.k.a Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;((She's B-boy Farhan's ex-beef, btw.))&lt;br /&gt;Oh, her moves are tight! And, she's got a nice ass. Ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Ma allows me to take up dancing, since it helps me reduce weight. (:&lt;br /&gt;Even Pa's on it. I mean, this Hip Hop thing is F.O.C.&lt;br /&gt;So why throw away that golden opportunity, rightt? &lt;br /&gt;I'll be inviting Atenn over to join us Hip Hop-ing! Ms Seetoh doesn't mind outsiders.&lt;br /&gt;So long as we're willing and sporting enough to participate. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad she can't join me this week, since she's got a camp to attend.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. Next week you've got an appointment with the Hip Hop instructor, okay &lt;i&gt;bacen&lt;/i&gt;? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's all tune up to Omarion's new song, everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Girlfriend.&lt;/u&gt; ((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-833577025480828505?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/833577025480828505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=833577025480828505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/833577025480828505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/833577025480828505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-gonna-turn-up-for-hip-hop-class.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-6713359408836569891</id><published>2007-11-09T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:59:53.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ambition #143:&lt;br /&gt;I wannabe a B-girl when I grow up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been really greatt! I'm enjoying it!&lt;br /&gt;Too many &lt;i&gt;acara kebetulan&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I saw White Boyy and my Cyclops. Yeay! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last Tuesday, I accompanied my girlfriends to their dance practice.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;The dance instructor was so cute, apparently! Ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He's a B-boy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's best, his name is Farhan &lt;i&gt;laa seyy&lt;/i&gt;! ((:&lt;br /&gt;He's twenty-six years old, this year.&lt;br /&gt;Had he been younger, he'd be mine already! ((Oh, nay!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just loved it when he did his grooves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boleh cair laa seyy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my inspiration to take up dancing!&lt;br /&gt;Be it Salsa or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Farhan is such a cutey! ILY, brother! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RzPYd0as3uI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sLyDmpe6-DM/s1600-h/Ferhaan(04).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RzPYd0as3uI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sLyDmpe6-DM/s320/Ferhaan(04).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130682407303569122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Faana's got a B-boy with her."&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's cool!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't imagine, I make friends with a B-boy!&lt;br /&gt;Uber coolness! ((:&lt;br /&gt;And he's damn friendly, I tell youu.&lt;br /&gt;Not arrogant, like the usual bunch you came across, outside.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I so rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos.&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday and Tuesday, we did breakdance.&lt;br /&gt;So we'll be in for some Hiphop today, I think.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let the prophytes school the neos, bebeh.&lt;/i&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jarena, I wanna eat out at the Clementi coffeeshop again, please.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna eat Mee Hailam or Mee HK, this time round. Ehehe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-6713359408836569891?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/6713359408836569891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=6713359408836569891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6713359408836569891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6713359408836569891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/11/ambition-143-i-wannabe-b-girl-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RzPYd0as3uI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sLyDmpe6-DM/s72-c/Ferhaan(04).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-4720983037399322137</id><published>2007-11-01T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:40:23.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've caught a cold. *winks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, school's extremely great this week! I'm so loving it! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Apart from me getting to see my Gattsbyy, Cherryhead (a.k.a Sneezyboii) and Geek (Ridz),&lt;br /&gt;I've got two more additions to my Crush-on-Youu list. Ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;((I shall name him Whiteboyy, and the other one Cyclop.))&lt;br /&gt;My friendship with my girlfriends are improving. I love y'all to bits and pieces, hokay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, like finally. &lt;i&gt;We're getting somewhere.&lt;/i&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more in the days to come. So wait up, people.&lt;br /&gt;Projects are so pilling up. -_____-"&lt;br /&gt;((Patience is rewarding, Fana. So, hold on! Endure, girl!))&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Sylvia, the name's Fa&lt;u&gt;r&lt;/u&gt;hana. Not &lt;s&gt;Faharna&lt;/s&gt;. Ahaha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-4720983037399322137?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/4720983037399322137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=4720983037399322137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/4720983037399322137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/4720983037399322137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-caught-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-8894570934025036983</id><published>2007-10-22T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:22:18.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa! it's been awhile since i last updated!&lt;br /&gt;my sincere apologies, people.&lt;br /&gt;some of youu have been pestering me to update, i know.&lt;br /&gt;but too bad.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just plain lazy to blog these days. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;poor time management, i guess. -_____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the raya-ing was a blast last weekend!&lt;br /&gt;last saturday and sunday.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i so love my cousins, cann? *mwax*&lt;br /&gt;photos will be uploaded soon.&lt;br /&gt;but my &lt;i&gt;soon&lt;/i&gt;, won't be anytime soon, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;ehehe. you guys can wait long long. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dear kak anis &amp; nueramal, please stop calling me &lt;i&gt;ratu kebaya&lt;/i&gt;, okayy.&lt;br /&gt;though i 'm starting to like the title. ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah. nueramal brought her cousin - amira - along that dayy.&lt;br /&gt;she's fourteen and very sporting cool. i like! ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing was filled with smiles and laughters. uber funness.&lt;br /&gt;our feets were aching, though. &lt;i&gt;melecet&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so at the end of the dayy, we manage to cover about eight/nine houses?&lt;br /&gt;went home at about nine p.m. &lt;i&gt;gituu&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; lina has two new nicknames that she can select.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;BETTY-BUTT/CUTESY-BUTT&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;CUCA&lt;/u&gt;. ahaha! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went raya-ing with my cousins, againn.&lt;br /&gt;but this time, with my mama's side.&lt;br /&gt;all were present except zorro zhafy. ((he's dead beat.))&lt;br /&gt;oh, ayul drove his RXZ to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;it's so ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying hard to physco my dad, to let me take up m/bike license next year.&lt;br /&gt;oh, pleeeaaassseee.&lt;br /&gt;ayul's gettin more handsome, btw. ahaha. ((:&lt;br /&gt;basically, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting lazier in this elaborating stuffs. hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; zakya, i took a picture with ikhsan. &lt;i&gt;nak tengok&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;ehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;first day of second semester, third term&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's okayy. getta see my girlfees, whom i miss very much.&lt;br /&gt;new subjects are okayy, too, i guess. but more projects to hand in.&lt;br /&gt;new timetable. &amp;&amp; some additions to the school's rules.&lt;br /&gt;like whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, the best thing is; i got to see gattsbyy &lt;i&gt;laa deii&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;twice, in fact! what a good way to start! ehehe!&lt;br /&gt;okayy, byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I NEED A NEW BLOG LAYOUT, URGENTLY! SOMEONE, PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN BUCKS&lt;/u&gt; - THAT'S THE CATCH. up to youu.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-8894570934025036983?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/8894570934025036983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=8894570934025036983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8894570934025036983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8894570934025036983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/10/whoa-its-been-awhile-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-1782877904666549829</id><published>2007-09-17T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T15:27:37.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;breakin news:&lt;br /&gt;i won't be seein anymore of sneezyboy, when school reopens, later.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need to cudgel my brains, now.&lt;br /&gt;i've been doin a lot of excogilatin lately, actually.&lt;br /&gt;de rigueur ones and vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;'cos sometimes i tend to be so disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;i've to admit &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really enjoyin the hang of things at the moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;but somewhat, somehow. . .&lt;br /&gt;i feel like something's amiss.&lt;br /&gt;or am i just overreactin here?&lt;br /&gt;shitt, idk. -_______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here's a new word: &lt;u&gt;desideratum&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;somethin wished for, needed, or desired.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oopsie, no. correction. it should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;somethin i wished for, i needed, or i desired.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"live life with no regrets."&lt;/font&gt; right, let's keep it real.&lt;br /&gt;and, nay. there's nothin for me to rue about, still.&lt;br /&gt;although i'd very much like to turn back time, if i'd been given &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; option.&lt;br /&gt;there's no room for me to sigh here, but i'll just do it anw.&lt;br /&gt;*s-i-g-h* ((one more time, everybody, no?))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramadhan back at home's all backwater, this year.&lt;br /&gt;the family misses their so-called "man of the match".&lt;br /&gt;our very own indonesian-raced quaterback. ehehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;my late grandpa; allahyarham mohamad bin yusof.&lt;br /&gt;grandma's all bereft at the demise of her uxorious leman.&lt;br /&gt;he was, after all, the paterfamilias. ((he's much missed.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amongst all his six children, the youngest of them - uncle rudy - will be the one most forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;he's yet to tie the knot, but grandpa has already bid him farewell.&lt;br /&gt;a blessin in disguise? Allah knows best.&lt;br /&gt;ma did mention that uncle rudy will get engaged, soon.&lt;br /&gt;when? - idk, really. &lt;i&gt;tetapi seru itu memang sudah ada.&lt;br /&gt;niat untuk mendirikan rumahtangga sudah berpunya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be a small affair betwen the bride's and bridegroom's family.&lt;br /&gt;most probably it'll be done after the eid celebration, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 also marks aplenty new beginnins to my usual crowd.&lt;br /&gt;aunt nashita will be celebratin her first call to ramadhan al-mubarak, &lt;font size="3"&gt;as a wife&lt;/font&gt;, to uncle whats-his-name. ;)&lt;br /&gt;my dearest sister sue lee too, will be puttin her culinary skills to practice, since she's officially engaged to brother aen. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;mesti mahu pandai pikat hati emak mentua, kan.&lt;/i&gt; ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;there, there, people.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's gratified with whatever they have. :))&lt;br /&gt;and i share their beatitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i exceedinly savour my current status rightnow, i still relish to bein smittened.&lt;br /&gt;send me a billet-doux, anyone. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;let &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt; be the main casts in a dalliance.&lt;br /&gt;gulp down that philtre. tune up that torch song.&lt;br /&gt;i'll requite, if &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;'re compatible enough.&lt;br /&gt;and dontcha worry, i don't do cupboard love.&lt;br /&gt;urgh, codswallop, ferhana.&lt;br /&gt;you're just poppycock-ing and tommyrot-ing, again.&lt;br /&gt;((fine.)) bye, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;breakin conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;he's gonna be a man! a soldier! he's answerin his call to NS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-1782877904666549829?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-8703742577616595575</id><published>2007-09-14T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T13:23:43.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;tell me that the pictures below don't look appetisin.&lt;br /&gt;that it's not mouth-waterin at all.&lt;br /&gt;that it does not your set stomache rumblin.&lt;br /&gt;denial, uh? ahaha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RuoR5zvAuQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/QcUdLmZ8Bdg/s1600-h/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RuoR5zvAuQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/QcUdLmZ8Bdg/s320/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109916412042852610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RuoR5zvAuRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/-MgQn3ngsOQ/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RuoR5zvAuRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/-MgQn3ngsOQ/s320/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109916412042852626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;picture courtesy of botakjones.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purposely wanna test you guys, who are fastin out there.&lt;br /&gt;like they always sigh, "&lt;i&gt;cobaan&lt;/i&gt;..." ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously am missin school, man.&lt;br /&gt;it's not about the subjects taught.&lt;br /&gt;it's not about the teachers, either.&lt;br /&gt;it's about the students, rather. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RuoU3DvAuSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/owYO3o-6gjQ/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RuoU3DvAuSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/owYO3o-6gjQ/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109919663333095714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RuoU3DvAuTI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-emP8PASuNg/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RuoU3DvAuTI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-emP8PASuNg/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109919663333095730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;the famous self-access room.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that room, is sort of like the hotspot in school.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, where else will you get to experience air-conditioned room?&lt;br /&gt;and the liberty to surf the net all day long?&lt;br /&gt;as early as eight-thirty a.m. in the mornin?&lt;br /&gt;ain't i so right, my friends? :))&lt;br /&gt;oh, that's where i first get to have a close-up with &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;, btw.&lt;br /&gt;you guys refer to the second picture, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;that's exactly where &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; sat. i'm on the left, him on the right.&lt;br /&gt;the thought of it still gives me butterflies. ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;one of the &lt;s&gt;very silly&lt;/s&gt; things i did when in school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RuoWlTvAuUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/q6XtjgOTucE/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RuoWlTvAuUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/q6XtjgOTucE/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109921557413673282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;you'll never know what crushes can do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i just can't wait school to start. so excited! ;))&lt;br /&gt;i'm left with five more months, before his graduation.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i hate countdowns.&lt;br /&gt;2008 will be so dull with no second-years around.&lt;br /&gt;but i've his e-mail and friendster to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;some hope there, uh.&lt;br /&gt;well, the way i see it, i think that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;gotta brush up on my religious practices.&lt;br /&gt;this is the holy month of ramadhan after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;salams&lt;/i&gt; from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;happy eighteenth birthday to my goodie, bestie jerelynn.&lt;br /&gt;you're always remembered, sugar thing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-8703742577616595575?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/8703742577616595575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=8703742577616595575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-1862209706650698396</id><published>2007-09-13T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:02:04.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ramadhan 101:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy fastin, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;let's all hinder ourselves from succumbin to temptation!&lt;br /&gt;way to go everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw, i just found out a little smth.&lt;br /&gt;y'all go figure!&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, jumpin for joy, can!&lt;br /&gt;gee, i'm so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;robbin peter to pay paul?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-1862209706650698396?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-2837454448949049858</id><published>2007-09-11T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:07:48.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;examinations are finally over and done with!&lt;br /&gt;let's loosen up a little, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, oh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna miss my little feminine sunshines!&lt;br /&gt;smooches for you bunch. everybody keep in touch, alright.&lt;br /&gt;you guys are much loved and much missed by me!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;and, please.&lt;br /&gt;can somebody tell me once and for all;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;how do you know if a boyy is actually flirtin with youu?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially if he's way too young to be compared to you!&lt;br /&gt;oh, shucks. no-no, little fella.&lt;br /&gt;i can only treat you as my godbrother. never beyond that.&lt;br /&gt;it's just not possible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, quit it. today's like, the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna miss my lovely darlings!!!&lt;br /&gt;we'll arrange for an outin, okay?&lt;br /&gt;especially when jerel's birthday's up next! :))&lt;br /&gt;and shikin's too. and nueramal's too!&lt;br /&gt;and my mama's too!!!&lt;br /&gt;these trios' birthday actually fall on the same date!&lt;br /&gt;oh, the excitement!&lt;br /&gt;OH! OH! OH! OH! ((OH, STOP IT, FANA!))&lt;br /&gt;oh, please. i hardly do any chillin.&lt;br /&gt;this is so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'M INSANE, CAN?! gee, what's got into me?!&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i'm just glad i let &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;jarena, i saw a handful of&lt;/i&gt; suai ges&lt;i&gt; on the way home, just now.&lt;br /&gt;one of them has the face of your angel-guy. ehehe.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-2837454448949049858?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/2837454448949049858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=2837454448949049858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2837454448949049858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2837454448949049858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/09/examinations-are-finally-over-and-done.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-7345634310752935465</id><published>2007-09-10T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:09:16.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've finally manage to get over you, apollo.&lt;br /&gt;let's give a chance to those other guys.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had my BFD paper, today.&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah. it was a breeze one. :))&lt;br /&gt;all my hard work paid off.&lt;br /&gt;to those who didn't mug for it . . .&lt;br /&gt;well, what more is there left to say?&lt;br /&gt;i wish y'all &lt;i&gt;selamatlah ekh&lt;/i&gt;. ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i started my day well.&lt;br /&gt;'cos i got to see some eye candies, early in the mornin.&lt;br /&gt;in the MRT. and, what's even better?&lt;br /&gt;they smiled at me &lt;i&gt;laa seyy&lt;/i&gt;. ehehe. ;))&lt;br /&gt;warm, friendly people. i like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jarena at our very own "historical place".&lt;br /&gt;that place brings me fond memories.&lt;br /&gt;henceforth, i wanna extend my sincere apologies to you, boy.&lt;br /&gt;you know that i can never blame you.&lt;br /&gt;you're so innocent. i wish you all the best with your &lt;i&gt;beef&lt;/i&gt;, okay?&lt;br /&gt;((you two are meant for each other. so compatible a couple.))&lt;br /&gt;we're good friends, now, whatt whatt!&lt;br /&gt;aintcha so right, marty dew. "&lt;i&gt;show me the money&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you got served&lt;/i&gt;, boy! ahaha. ((like, Whatever!))&lt;br /&gt;oh, don't mind me. i'm just crappin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, my lucky charm.&lt;br /&gt;i was makin my way to the exam room with jarena, then.&lt;br /&gt;that's when i bumped into &lt;font size="3"&gt;ridzuan&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;he's also takin the same assessment as i do! coolness!&lt;br /&gt;he's seated, simply bein all obedient. :))&lt;br /&gt;like what he complimented me, he's cute in a way, too.&lt;br /&gt;i like you, four-eyed homeboy. ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i mention that sylvia's involved in a road accident?&lt;br /&gt;that girl's got all the luck with her.&lt;br /&gt;she suffered minor injuries, and survived to tell the tale.&lt;br /&gt;((ehehe. pardon me, &lt;i&gt;celup&lt;/i&gt;.))&lt;br /&gt;she looked all exhausted just now. i'm not sure if she'll make it for BFD.&lt;br /&gt;but again, it's her - bein so smart - i'm certain she'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;go have a good rest and take care, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's about it, people. oh, no, wait.&lt;br /&gt;one last one to add on. ehehe. lemme sum it all up.&lt;br /&gt;it was drizzlin when we decided to &lt;i&gt;angkat kaki&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and, the famous four of us were makin our way to the school gate.&lt;br /&gt;that's when we bumped into &lt;font size="3"&gt;my gattsbyy&lt;/font&gt;. ehehe!&lt;br /&gt;suprise, suprise &lt;i&gt;laa seyy&lt;/i&gt;! ;))&lt;br /&gt;that's right, honeyvann. it's &lt;font size="3"&gt;gattsbyy&lt;/font&gt;, hokay!&lt;br /&gt;((don't be lost; ally,  jerel and vonnevonne. i'll tell you who, later.))&lt;br /&gt;and jarena's like, "fana, your gattsbyy! there, right infront!"&lt;br /&gt;even sakina who'd to walk aside sylvia was hintin, "fana! gattsbyy &lt;i&gt;kau&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. my lovely girlfriends. :))&lt;br /&gt;and that &lt;i&gt;apek&lt;/i&gt;-like walkin handsome-face was like, blushin all over.&lt;br /&gt;i love it when he runs his hair. i love his hair, hokay!&lt;br /&gt;oh, &lt;font size="3"&gt; he smiled&lt;/font&gt;! you guys should have been there to see it!&lt;br /&gt;now i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh, no. he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;oh, yes. he did.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-7345634310752935465?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7345634310752935465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=7345634310752935465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7345634310752935465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7345634310752935465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-finally-manage-to-get-over-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-6097389894045137532</id><published>2007-09-06T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:20:56.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm just happy that i can be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;oh, shucks.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for not updatin, people.&lt;br /&gt;been uptight with a lotta things.&lt;br /&gt;school's okay.&lt;br /&gt;and exams are just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;urgh, i'll manage.&lt;br /&gt;had my OFA exam, the day before.&lt;br /&gt;MS Access.&lt;br /&gt;it turned out pretty easy. alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;practice makes perfect, so they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;the exam room doesn't really seem like one.&lt;br /&gt;'cos everyone's like talkin with one another.&lt;br /&gt;and, mike.&lt;br /&gt;he enquired me on how to make the formula works.&lt;br /&gt;remember, boyy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Commission:10/100*[Price]&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehe. jk, jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i've been beepin up my primary school friend.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny, really.&lt;br /&gt;'cos i hardly talk to him, back in class 3E.&lt;br /&gt;so recently, he bumped into my friendster profile.&lt;br /&gt;and we clicked instantly. :))&lt;br /&gt;he even called me &lt;i&gt;sayang&lt;/i&gt;. ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;hence, i called him &lt;i&gt;bie&lt;/i&gt;. he's my mr. nice guyy.&lt;br /&gt;my new guy bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;he was there when i had a quarrel with my ex.&lt;br /&gt;thank youu, boyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and, to youu.&lt;br /&gt;please, make your stand CLEAR.&lt;br /&gt;don't do this to me. i don't like it this way.&lt;br /&gt;it's hurtful, you know.&lt;br /&gt;i know you're a chevalier and all, but.&lt;br /&gt;don't even start it.&lt;br /&gt;don't gimme a false sense of hope.&lt;br /&gt;if you're in a relationship, jolly well ACT LIKE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;i loathe myself for havin a crush on youu.&lt;br /&gt;boyy, you're just way too cute to resist.&lt;br /&gt;but there's no way i'm gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i'm not skanky the relationshipwrecker&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;now, get.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;catch me, before i fall too far.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-6097389894045137532?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/6097389894045137532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=6097389894045137532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6097389894045137532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6097389894045137532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-just-happy-that-i-can-be-your-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-3148092834478730948</id><published>2007-08-27T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:24:58.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;i'm so lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;but i've been really happy, lately.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, Allah.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;and, and.&lt;br /&gt;i like my sneezyboy!&lt;br /&gt;like, finally!&lt;br /&gt;i actually got the chance to talk to you!&lt;br /&gt;oh, my!&lt;br /&gt;you got me all tongue-tied!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;eventhough it's not really a proper conversation.&lt;br /&gt;but, we still did it, didn't we?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;also, also.&lt;br /&gt;i love my seven sisters very much.&lt;br /&gt;my naughty, little bunch!&lt;br /&gt;you guys made it looked so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;but, nvm. no harm done.&lt;br /&gt;he's cool anw.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;oh, i remembered how he waved!&lt;br /&gt;he was bein friendly.&lt;br /&gt;first, at sylvia. then, at sakina.&lt;br /&gt;unable to bear it any longer,&lt;br /&gt;i popped out of the window and shouted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H_____&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;he turned, saw, and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my sneezyboy&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;have a great day, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;he's drivin me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-3148092834478730948?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/3148092834478730948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=3148092834478730948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3148092834478730948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3148092834478730948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-so-lazy-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-6136511388894626907</id><published>2007-08-18T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:04:13.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;he looks at me and my heart starts skippin beats.&lt;br /&gt;my face starts to glow and my eyes start to twinkle.&lt;br /&gt;imagine what he would do to me if he smiled!&lt;br /&gt;::       ::       ::       ::       ::&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3.5"&gt;missin someone gets easier everyday,&lt;br /&gt;because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them,&lt;br /&gt;you are one day closer to the next time you will.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;::       ::       ::       ::       ::&lt;br /&gt;can i get directions to your heart?&lt;br /&gt;'cos i'm kinda lost in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;::       ::       ::       ::       ::&lt;br /&gt;when he's around, my whole body knows it.&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep talkin and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;but my mind will have no idea what i'm sayin.&lt;br /&gt;i keep wonderin if there's a term for this.&lt;br /&gt;::       ::       ::       ::       ::&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;i've got a - mind boggling, sense numbin, heart poundin, stomach flippin,&lt;br /&gt;take my breath away, head over heels, knee shakin, daydreamin,&lt;br /&gt;butterfly flutterin - crush on you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;::       ::       ::       ::       ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;gatsby, is it your turn, now?&lt;br /&gt;oh, nay.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-6136511388894626907?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/6136511388894626907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=6136511388894626907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6136511388894626907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6136511388894626907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/08/he-looks-at-me-and-my-heart-starts.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-1634978767123477794</id><published>2007-08-16T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:34:16.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;did i just caught a cold,&lt;br /&gt;or was i just callin out your name?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon me for not updatin.&lt;br /&gt;i've been really busily these days.&lt;br /&gt;projects, and more projects.&lt;br /&gt;OFA. TKS.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and those revisions to do.&lt;br /&gt;AFD. BFD.&lt;br /&gt;-_____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, atleast i'm enjoyin my days in school.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. so enthusiastic me. :))&lt;br /&gt;i mean, why should i not be?&lt;br /&gt;i get to see my crush(es) every single day!&lt;br /&gt;oh, the greatness! wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not all.&lt;br /&gt;i've got not one, but three eye candies!&lt;br /&gt;three, you know. t-h-r-e-e!&lt;br /&gt;and they look so much alike. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i find them all very unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one's got that very attractive smile. &lt;s&gt;((lockerguy))&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one's got that very punk-like sense of style.&lt;s&gt;((gatsby))&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one's got that racial specialty. &lt;s&gt;((chinaman))&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, what would i do without you threesomes!&lt;br /&gt;((next year's gonna be oh-so-not-fun without them.))&lt;br /&gt;a good laugh, there. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, right now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, so pissed off and crossed at those administrators!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, those people-actin-like-bigshots in the general office.&lt;br /&gt;so much for the slogan, uh. &lt;s&gt;they might as well erase it off.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'it is a pleasure to be at your service.'&lt;/b&gt; yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;a pleasure, my ass! ;)) damn, you guys are pathetic, can!&lt;br /&gt;and, idk who implemented that new rule?!&lt;br /&gt;one word: it's &lt;u&gt;ridiculous&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're pursuin our post-secondary education here.&lt;br /&gt;young adults, i repeat, &lt;font size="3"&gt;young adults&lt;/font&gt;, attend courses at ite.&lt;br /&gt;not some buncha weirdos, if you guys were thinkin.&lt;br /&gt;and, puhhlease. stop labellin us - we're not some tin cans.&lt;br /&gt;you guys are runnin this instituition worse than a prison.&lt;br /&gt;honestly. that's the way i see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, anyhows. overall, i'd a great day.&lt;br /&gt;gatsby made my day, to be precise. ;))&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;today's horoscope:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to stop thinkin so long and hard about what you want to say! sometimes &lt;font size="3"&gt;bein spontaneous&lt;/font&gt; is the only way &lt;font size="3"&gt;you can initiate somethin new and excitin&lt;/font&gt;. whether it's &lt;font size="3"&gt;introducin yourself to a hottie&lt;/font&gt; at the gym or grabbing the seat next to the big boss at lunch so you can get in some face time, &lt;font size="3"&gt;you need to act now to get what you want. waitin for someone else to come to you just isn't going to work right now. if you want it, you have to grab it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-1634978767123477794?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/1634978767123477794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=1634978767123477794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1634978767123477794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1634978767123477794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/08/acimacim-did-i-just-caught-cold-or-was.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-2350470387788423918</id><published>2007-08-09T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:18:13.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;you got me awed by your obvious good looks.&lt;br /&gt;oh, how i keep thinkin of you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very happy forty-second birthday to my beloved home country!&lt;br /&gt;i love you singapore! i love you so much! *mwah*mwah*mwah*&lt;br /&gt;a very happy national day to my fellow singaporeans, too!&lt;br /&gt;i'll never forget you guys - my precious lovable, huggable ones.&lt;br /&gt;((why am i so high today, i'll never know.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, also.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a picture of him, already!&lt;br /&gt;yeayness! :))&lt;br /&gt;oh, and what's my cell phone wallpaper now, you ask me?&lt;br /&gt;his picture, of course! ((&lt;i&gt;menyampah&lt;/i&gt; i!)) hahah!&lt;br /&gt;i'm missin him a lot already. such a cutey, that dude!&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm so goin insane, can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, right now, i've been hearin to this particular, malay song.&lt;br /&gt;titled &lt;i&gt;dia&lt;/i&gt;. sung by diva sheila majid.&lt;br /&gt;read the lyrics that i'm gonna post in just a while.&lt;br /&gt;'cos that's what i'm actually goin through, at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;kata demi kata             &lt;br /&gt;jalin dengan indah&lt;br /&gt;untuk menguraikan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;maksud hati&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;kuberanikan diri&lt;br /&gt;untuk memulainya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi mengapa bibirku&lt;br /&gt;tak dapat bergerak&lt;br /&gt;terasa berat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;oh malunya hati ini&lt;br /&gt;bila kuingat saat itu&lt;br /&gt;kami hanya saling berpandang&lt;br /&gt;dan terdiam terpaku&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bulan hanya dirimu&lt;br /&gt;yang menyaksikan segalanya&lt;br /&gt;oh bulan &lt;font size="4"&gt;tolonglah daku&lt;br /&gt;katakan padanya&lt;br /&gt;ku cinta dia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malam pun kian berlalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;kami saling terpaku&lt;br /&gt;diam seribu bahasa&lt;br /&gt;hilang semua kata&lt;br /&gt;yang terangkaikan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, let's call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta get back to finishin up my OFA powerpoint project.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. tsk. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;you had me on, beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;'cos i'm so dangerously in love with him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-2350470387788423918?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/2350470387788423918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=2350470387788423918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2350470387788423918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2350470387788423918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-got-me-awed-by-your-obvious-good.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-3010550033823541933</id><published>2007-08-06T07:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T08:40:41.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;did you just work on some spells onto me, handsome fella?&lt;br /&gt;'cos you just made my heart skip a beat.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm losin my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;no, wait.&lt;br /&gt;i don't suffer from insanity.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;((that's the way, people!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did somethin which i've never done before.&lt;br /&gt;that's right - on Sunday, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;haven't you guys heard of a 'chain message'?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i got one.&lt;br /&gt;from a friend of mine - my bestie, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;okay, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tomorrow is national 'i love you' day. if you get this message, it means your loved. send this to 10 people in the next 15 minutes, and tmr will be your best day ever! tonight at midnight, your true love will realize that he or she loves you. smth will happen to you at 1-4pm tmr. it could be anythin. get ready for the biggest shock of your life! ((&lt;s&gt;if you break this chain, you'll be cursed forever&lt;/s&gt; - true or not true?))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, suprise, suprise!&lt;br /&gt;without a second thought, i forwarded that message to some ten people i can think of. it's stupid, really.&lt;br /&gt;((idk what's got over me, really. i tend to be "very creative", lately.))&lt;br /&gt;but anw, the lucky chosen tens, are (as appeared on my cellphone);&lt;br /&gt;- pinces green ((nueramal))&lt;br /&gt;- fairy's pinces ((atenn))&lt;br /&gt;- princ ikhsan ((my cousin-like-brother))&lt;br /&gt;- pinces rasta ((kak aniss))&lt;br /&gt;- pinces zakya ((hayikaz))&lt;br /&gt;- queen julie ((unc ne's gf))&lt;br /&gt;- mwti:nur atiqah ((friendster friend))&lt;br /&gt;- mwti:muzakkir ((my godbrother))&lt;br /&gt;- siti zawani ((model gf))&lt;br /&gt;- sc:jerelynn ((my chinese babe))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right! i actually messaged ten people!&lt;br /&gt;and that message size = three pages!&lt;br /&gt;one page = five cents.&lt;br /&gt;three page(s) = fifteen cents! -_____-!&lt;br /&gt;ten people = fifteen cents X 10 = $1.50&lt;br /&gt;((OH-MY-GOD! what did i do?!))&lt;br /&gt;but, luck is always on my side, as always.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for backin me up, starhub. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, speakin of that "magic message".&lt;br /&gt;does that charm actually works? whaddya think, mate?&lt;br /&gt;i say, it works quite well.&lt;br /&gt;'cos i've been seein all my crushes - ALL in one day!&lt;br /&gt;how great can that be? *wide grin*&lt;br /&gt;i can't express my feelin properly right now. ((uwauu~))&lt;br /&gt;and if you permit me, i wanna shout my lungs out the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;i'll save you guys the fun for later, alright?&lt;br /&gt;till the crushin tales unite us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;read my entry but keep it low-key, my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;secrecy policy. hush hush.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-3010550033823541933?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/3010550033823541933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=3010550033823541933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3010550033823541933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3010550033823541933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/08/did-you-just-work-on-some-spells-onto.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-7104829449419387620</id><published>2007-08-02T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:24:12.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;my prayers have been answered.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, ya Allah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARDON ME, BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'D TO HAVE THIS TYPE-WRITTEN IN CAPITAL LETTERS.&lt;br /&gt;AM I BEIN A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY?&lt;br /&gt;HEHEH. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NUERAMAL KNOWS BEST.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT SIDEKICK OF MINE. :))&lt;br /&gt;BUT CREDITS GO TO &lt;u&gt;EKINZ&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;RENA&lt;/u&gt; FOR BEARIN WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;THEY DO THAT ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU TWO HUGGABLES OF MINE VERY MUCH, HOKAY!&lt;br /&gt;MWAH! MWAH! MWAH! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, OKAY. LET ME TELL YOU MY LIFE STORY.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DAY/DATE IS TODAY? - THURSDAY/AUGUST 2, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;((I SHALL MARK THAT ON MY CALENDAR.))&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S JUST A GREAT, AWESOME, WONDERFUL DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M FILLED WITH HAPPINESS TO THE BRIM!&lt;br /&gt;WHY, OH, WHY, YOU'RE WONDERIN?&lt;br /&gt;A BIG THANK-YOU TO THAT '&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;' DUDE FOR MAKIN MY DAY!&lt;br /&gt;WHO ELSE, BUT HIM?&lt;br /&gt;LIKE, FINALLY, HE ACKNOWLEDGED MY PRESENCE!&lt;br /&gt;MY BEIN THERE.&lt;br /&gt;HE NOTICED ME. HE SMILED AT ME! ((UWAUU~))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, FOR THE BIG NEWS, CAN YOU GUYS BELIEVE IT?!&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S THIS PERIOD - TKS LESSON - WHERE I'D TO DO MY PROJECT.&lt;br /&gt;I WENT TO THE S.A. ROOM TO DO SOME RESEARCH.&lt;br /&gt;THERE I WAS SITTIN ALL ALONE, TYPIN AWAY WHEN . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE ACTUALLY SAT DOWN BESIDE ME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;COINCIDENCE?&lt;/s&gt; - ALLAH KNOWS BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;HE DID IT ON PURPOSE?&lt;/s&gt; - OH, PLEASE, DO CARRY ON! ;))&lt;br /&gt;AND WHEN HE ARRIVED AT THE COMPUTER DESK BESIDE ME, JENG(4) ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;HE WAS LIKE, FAKINLY CLEARIN HIS THROAT!&lt;br /&gt;THAT DUDE'S REALLY GOT A SENSE OF STYLE/HUMOUR! I LIKE!!&lt;br /&gt;SO, YEAH. SOME PRECIOUS MOMENT, THERE.&lt;br /&gt;I SAW HIM FIVE TIMES IN A ROW, JUST FOR TODAY, ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;I'M ENJOYIN THE ATTENTION HE GIVES IT TO ME. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, THEN AGAIN, NOTHIN REALLY HAPPEN BETWEEN US.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! ((WHAT WERE YOU GUYS THINKIN?))&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW, I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;YOU PEOPLE MUST BE MUTTERIN, "YOU MISSED THAT OPPORTUNITY!"&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T TALK TO HIM. NOR DID I SMILE AT HIM.&lt;br /&gt;NEITHER DID I SAY "HI!", NOR EXCHANGIN GLANCES/GESTURES.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT CAN I DO? - &lt;s&gt;I WAS MORTIFIED!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NVM. I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A SHY GIRL. ((YEAH, RIGHT.))&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE THERE'S ALWAYS A NEXT TIME. ((TRUST ME ON THIS ONE.))&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL THEN, DO KEEP THOSE PRAYERS COMIN.&lt;br /&gt;CONTINUE TO BE IN DEEP CONCENTRATION.&lt;br /&gt;'COS &lt;b&gt;HE LISTENS.&lt;/b&gt; HE ALWAYS DOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i bet you've known my name. you heard it yourself, didntcha?&lt;br /&gt;let me know yours, too, handsome.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-7104829449419387620?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7104829449419387620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=7104829449419387620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7104829449419387620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7104829449419387620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-prayers-have-been-answered.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-3535386028832087917</id><published>2007-07-31T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T08:59:10.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;did i finally make you notice me?&lt;br /&gt;oh, i just love your smile. i love everythin about you.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know you can do guitar.&lt;br /&gt;what if i suggest you play, while i do the singin? how's that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you guys missin me already?&lt;br /&gt;aww. i'm so touched. ;))&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;last weekend was sort of like, a movie marathon, back at home.&lt;br /&gt;father bear bought us some dvds to watch. ((pirated ones, oops!))&lt;br /&gt;but the quality's there, still.&lt;br /&gt;it matches the standard of the original ones.&lt;br /&gt;what more can a consumer ask for, ain't i right, everybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, people.&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, catchin a movie at home, have got lotsa pros to it.&lt;br /&gt;other than the budget is lower, that is.&lt;br /&gt;you can even enjoy the leisure, at your very own comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;okay, bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, last weekend, i watched these:&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;s&gt;stomp the yard&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;harry potter and the order of the phoenix&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;transformers&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;zodiac&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;dead silence&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no vacancy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've yet to watch &lt;i&gt;no vacancy&lt;/i&gt;, actually.&lt;br /&gt;alright, movie comments/ratins, now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;stomp the yard&lt;/b&gt; rating given: &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i've been dyin to watch this!&lt;br /&gt;((apart from &lt;b&gt;step up&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;yamakasi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.))&lt;br /&gt;i love the way &lt;u&gt;columbus short&lt;/u&gt; did his steppin.&lt;br /&gt;full of vigour, that dude!&lt;br /&gt;and, no doubt he's so strappin hot! uwauu~&lt;br /&gt;he's a romantic lad, i betcha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rq6BOnprctI/AAAAAAAAAes/gABJhUbzHI8/s320/columbus+short.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093150316764558034" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;just look at him! *mwah* i love you, boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rq6BO3prcuI/AAAAAAAAAe0/zK03Dwh71vI/s320/dj+%26+april.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093150321059525346" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;dj and april: the perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rq6BO3prcvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/DK7XmZoFurI/s320/stomp+the+yard2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093150321059525362" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i love to watch the final throw down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no way you're gonna make me reveal to you.&lt;br /&gt;no movie synopsis to be done on my online journal.&lt;br /&gt;you guys do your own research, okay? ((hint: youtube))&lt;br /&gt;thank you. ((i'm so bad!))&lt;br /&gt;but if you guys wanna borrow it from me, do beep me up.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty generous. ((oh, ferhana!))&lt;br /&gt;so, okay, i never grow tired of watchin stomp the yard.&lt;br /&gt;it's sucha cool steppin movie, man.&lt;br /&gt;it's so groovy, that it gets you moved on your seats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, &lt;u&gt;brian white&lt;/u&gt;, too.&lt;br /&gt;boy, you got me glued to the big screen, pal!&lt;br /&gt;why are handsome guys always gifted with large, beautiful eyes?&lt;br /&gt;you remind me of my viknes, you know. hahah! ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rq_SwnprcwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/YYNoWI5nvms/s1600-h/Brian+White.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rq_SwnprcwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/YYNoWI5nvms/s320/Brian+White.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093521436298670850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;he looks younger without his moustache, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rq_SwnprcxI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zo1vulGpVpo/s1600-h/Prophytes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rq_SwnprcxI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zo1vulGpVpo/s320/Prophytes.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093521436298670866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;brothers in arms, reppin the thetas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rq_Sw3prcyI/AAAAAAAAAfU/19gpijJsFfc/s1600-h/Theta+Nu+Theta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rq_Sw3prcyI/AAAAAAAAAfU/19gpijJsFfc/s320/Theta+Nu+Theta.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093521440593638178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;theta nu theta wins! love you guys a bunch!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, please, lemme include this one.&lt;br /&gt;i like it so much, when the TNT brothers sing their cheer!&lt;br /&gt;well, it goes somethin like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thetas, thetas, thetas&lt;br /&gt;we rep the thetas, thetas, thetas,&lt;br /&gt;we rep the thetas, thetas, thetas,&lt;br /&gt;we rep the nu, nu, nu,&lt;br /&gt;boom!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always about columbus short, ain't it? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;he always do it so nicely. so picture perfect!&lt;br /&gt;and, oh. i like this particular scene, at the phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;where dj battled grant. ((you're right, boy. only pussies, step.))&lt;br /&gt;he impressed me a great deal, when he did the clownin!&lt;br /&gt;and the music - it all fits! ((walk it out: dj unk))&lt;br /&gt;okay, TIME-OUT!&lt;br /&gt;enough of that stompin or steppin, whatever the heck is.&lt;br /&gt;((now, i'm lazy to comment/rate on the other movies.))&lt;br /&gt;-_____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, the other movies are okay.&lt;br /&gt;entertainin, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;harry potter and the other of the phoenix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating given: &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;transformers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating given: &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;zodiac&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating given: &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dead silence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating given: &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it, people.&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;columbus short, or brian white? columbus short, or brian white?&lt;br /&gt;heck, that! i love you two guys, can?&lt;br /&gt;and, can somebody teach me how to do steppin?&lt;br /&gt;preferably, &lt;u&gt;dj&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;sly&lt;/u&gt;. you guys know who you are. ;))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-3535386028832087917?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/3535386028832087917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=3535386028832087917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3535386028832087917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/3535386028832087917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/07/did-i-finally-make-you-notice-me-oh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rq6BOnprctI/AAAAAAAAAes/gABJhUbzHI8/s72-c/columbus+short.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-141072409495287618</id><published>2007-07-25T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T08:14:20.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;did i mention to you, that i actually went home with him?&lt;br /&gt;us - together - can't you guys believe it!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i often say, i oughtta have this entry type-written, &lt;s&gt;yesterday itself&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but i was just so dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, yesterday was the big day for us, lucky ones - the selected choir pupils.&lt;br /&gt;the major event was bein held at UCC.&lt;br /&gt;UCC where, you're askin? UCC's a part of NUS, hokay!&lt;br /&gt;i've been there, and i'm very proud to declare that to the world!&lt;br /&gt;hahah. okay, don't overdo it, ferhana.&lt;br /&gt;((wonder when i'll step in there, but, as an university graduand.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the whole thing's a blast! we'd fun!&lt;br /&gt;i'd fun with my classmates. :))&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys, okay! *mwah*&lt;br /&gt;and, hell, people.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was like, my first time donnin a skirt to ITE!&lt;br /&gt;i felt so outta place. such oddness.&lt;br /&gt;then i'd to pull an over-the-knee stockins.&lt;br /&gt;wear a pair of court shoe.&lt;br /&gt;and never forgettin to touch-up that light make-up.&lt;br /&gt;((whatever, i'm a natural beauty. hahah!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're to assemble at the campus' foyer by nine a.m.&lt;br /&gt;we're so excited! all noisily yayakkin away.&lt;br /&gt;reached our destination by a quick fifteen minutes, via bus.&lt;br /&gt;fancy requestin us to turn up so early!&lt;br /&gt;when actually, we nightingales were to perform ONLY at three p.m.&lt;br /&gt;let's show them a big ---_______________---"&lt;br /&gt;okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;atleast the presence of mr.wilson goh, o.k.a mr.bonbooby spurred our spirits on.&lt;br /&gt;come, shake a tail feather, instructor!&lt;br /&gt;((btw, you look good in that &lt;i&gt;punjabi&lt;/i&gt; suit! racial harmony, eh?))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, blietty bliekkery bloopp, the clock struck noon - it was lunch time!&lt;br /&gt;packet food we're served. everyone's all so hungry!&lt;br /&gt;yet, after takin our own sweetin time - eatin very-much-like slow pokes . . .&lt;br /&gt;we'd still got ourselves some full, three free hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;apa lagi&lt;/i&gt;, we camwhored &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;i&gt;jom&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdV5nprcYI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9seDetqIVb4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdV5nprcYI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9seDetqIVb4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091132352150335874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;in the classroom. havin our very own extreme makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdV5nprcZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZkxD-kTDTdo/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdV5nprcZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZkxD-kTDTdo/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091132352150335890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;kiina doin her thing to yvonne. and sylvia to jerelynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdV5nprcaI/AAAAAAAAAcU/8wRtfyfs7NQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdV5nprcaI/AAAAAAAAAcU/8wRtfyfs7NQ/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091132352150335906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;honeyvan plays her part on alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdV53prcbI/AAAAAAAAAcc/N8xeU_VUAtI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdV53prcbI/AAAAAAAAAcc/N8xeU_VUAtI/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091132356445303218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;sylvia - my matsaleh celup girlfriend. she has a tendency to moan, when hyperactive! ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdV53prccI/AAAAAAAAAck/k1WUJRnArfg/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdV53prccI/AAAAAAAAAck/k1WUJRnArfg/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091132356445303234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;shikeen. ferhana. kiina. ((your gorgeous angels.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdWgXprcdI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hHddaKPfUMw/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdWgXprcdI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hHddaKPfUMw/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091133017870266834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;our chivalrous dudes: ((l-r)) fadhzuli. zakir. ricky. mustafa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdWgXprceI/AAAAAAAAAc0/SXpREsKQ8zk/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdWgXprceI/AAAAAAAAAc0/SXpREsKQ8zk/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091133017870266850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;vote for this two role models: cecilia &amp; syazzana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdWgnprcfI/AAAAAAAAAc8/3JwSLhXOa5k/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdWgnprcfI/AAAAAAAAAc8/3JwSLhXOa5k/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091133022165234162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;check them out! take your pick, bachelorettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdWgnprcgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qpFar2sHXic/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdWgnprcgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qpFar2sHXic/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091133022165234178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;the large group of chosen ones, representin SC/ADN! piwitt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdWgnprchI/AAAAAAAAAdM/T7pV4w2C_zM/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdWgnprchI/AAAAAAAAAdM/T7pV4w2C_zM/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091133022165234194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;jarena. sakiina. ferhana. ((the sidekicks.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdW43prciI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cFy9kyWlOiI/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdW43prciI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cFy9kyWlOiI/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091133438777061922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;face it. we're hot, and you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdW43prcjI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Vxaq50W6Ce8/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdW43prcjI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Vxaq50W6Ce8/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091133438777061938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;how's our resume, sir? did we get the job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdW5HprckI/AAAAAAAAAdk/6fVxPDDNlBI/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdW5HprckI/AAAAAAAAAdk/6fVxPDDNlBI/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091133443072029250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;us - with our CA: madam faith lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdW5HprclI/AAAAAAAAAds/O-4nDR5a5Xo/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdW5HprclI/AAAAAAAAAds/O-4nDR5a5Xo/s320/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091133443072029266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;how's it? do we have the thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdW5XprcmI/AAAAAAAAAd0/z_3PGyBhxjw/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdW5XprcmI/AAAAAAAAAd0/z_3PGyBhxjw/s320/15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091133447366996578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;i love this pose! jarena do have the makins, dontcha think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdXdXprcnI/AAAAAAAAAd8/scGhh2PggZ8/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdXdXprcnI/AAAAAAAAAd8/scGhh2PggZ8/s320/16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091134065842287218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;yeah, they destroyed your wardrobe. so, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdXdXprcoI/AAAAAAAAAeE/MkxR7QPVYcA/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdXdXprcoI/AAAAAAAAAeE/MkxR7QPVYcA/s320/17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091134065842287234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;kiss us. we're famous! ((bluekk! bleargh!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdXdnprcpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9NAJ4qWXsJ4/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdXdnprcpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9NAJ4qWXsJ4/s320/18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091134070137254546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;sakiina &amp; ferhana. we're so formal, but proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdXdnprcqI/AAAAAAAAAeU/kstzTZYPfT8/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdXdnprcqI/AAAAAAAAAeU/kstzTZYPfT8/s320/19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091134070137254562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;six sisters with mr. bonbooby! *mwah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdXdnprcrI/AAAAAAAAAec/Mv-k-oY2_I8/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdXdnprcrI/AAAAAAAAAec/Mv-k-oY2_I8/s320/20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091134070137254578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;i've been there! :))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew! well, there's more to it, actually!&lt;br /&gt;UCC's backstage room is so &lt;i&gt;bling-bling&lt;/i&gt;, dontch'all agree?&lt;br /&gt;they don't need to lay that welcome wagon to impress us!&lt;br /&gt;don't hesitate to view more of them &lt;a href="http://berrymelows.fotopages.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, hokay!&lt;br /&gt;but, mind you!&lt;br /&gt;strictly no underaged allowed! parental guidance: explicit content!&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriends are straight, but i know &lt;b&gt;certain pictures&lt;/b&gt; will boggle your mind.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! don't stereotype them.&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough.&lt;br /&gt;i need a well-deserved rest.&lt;br /&gt;good night! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdjHXprcsI/AAAAAAAAAek/s8BagKKoS-o/s1600-h/iloveit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdjHXprcsI/AAAAAAAAAek/s8BagKKoS-o/s320/iloveit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091146882024698562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;it turns out that you're a north ranger, after all.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind us bumpin into each other more frequently, you know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-141072409495287618?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/141072409495287618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=141072409495287618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/141072409495287618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/141072409495287618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/07/did-i-mention-to-you-that-i-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RqdV5nprcYI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9seDetqIVb4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-891596603761682758</id><published>2007-07-12T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T07:49:38.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've been to sentosa, already! yeayness!&lt;br /&gt;view my fotopages for some beautiful pictures. :))&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good mornin, my little angels.&lt;br /&gt;nueramal definitely know where i'll go, whenever i reach the school early.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always very early for school, in fact. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;class only commences at nine a.m. [-_____-]"&lt;br /&gt;hence, i'm in the SA room in, people.&lt;br /&gt;updatin you with the latest stories. ((like, real.))&lt;br /&gt;my keyboard at home's like, forever faulty, you know.&lt;br /&gt;all is workin well, except for that bloody spacebar, alone.&lt;br /&gt;like, wth right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, skip it. and ain't you so true, nueramal.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, the happiest girl alive on the face of this earth!&lt;br /&gt;when the school re-opens, that is. :))&lt;br /&gt;so people, i saw that guy again. and, again.&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't get enough of him! ;))&lt;br /&gt;oh, i still remember how i overreacted, when i saw him lookin at me!&lt;br /&gt;oh, no, no, ferhana!&lt;br /&gt;so, i was like, idk - floatin? - when he shyly did smile back at me!&lt;br /&gt;it's like, so embarrassin, if he were to find out that i actually like him.&lt;br /&gt;((hell, yeah. i've got a major crush on you, dude! keep it up!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honeyvann did advise me that, we girls oughttabe arrogant when it comes to this flirtin thing. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;alah, jual mahal sikit la, kan.&lt;/i&gt; ;))&lt;br /&gt;oh, how i &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; like this L guy!!&lt;br /&gt;uwauu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, it's only fair enough, that i start listenin to love songs.&lt;br /&gt;i've been hookin up to massari's &lt;i&gt;real love&lt;/i&gt; song.&lt;br /&gt;i've been hearin it for like, umpteen times already. yet i never grew tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;i even had a playlist that consist of only massari's &lt;i&gt;real love&lt;/i&gt; song.&lt;br /&gt;but it's been created such that, it's bein played five times per one time.&lt;br /&gt;silly, i know.&lt;br /&gt;but this girl here ((me!)), is currently enamoured with that L guy. ;))&lt;br /&gt;bear with her, okay? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;alright, i've got the lyrics below.&lt;br /&gt;if only he would sing it for me, just like massari did.&lt;br /&gt;oh, well. dream on, ferhana. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;girl, girl &lt;font size="4"&gt;i'm goin outta my mind&lt;br /&gt;and even though i don't really know you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must've been runnin outta time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;i'm waitin for the moment i can show you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and baby girl &lt;font size="4"&gt;i want you to know&lt;br /&gt;i'm watchin you go&lt;br /&gt;i'm watchin you pass me by&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's real love that you don't know about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i was there all alone&lt;br /&gt;when you'd be doin things that i would wit you&lt;br /&gt;i picture you and me all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;i'm wishing you was someone i can talk to&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get you outta my head&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but baby girl &lt;font size="4"&gt;i gotta see you once again, again&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's real love that you don't know about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night and now when i go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;i couldn't stop dreamin about you&lt;br /&gt;your love has got me feelin kinda weak&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't see me without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;and now you're runnin round in my head&lt;br /&gt;i'm never gonna let you slip away again, again&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's real love that you don't know about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;every now and then when I want you&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i could tell you that i want you&lt;br /&gt;if i could have the chance to talk wit cha&lt;br /&gt;if i could have the chance to walk wit cha&lt;br /&gt;then i would stop holdin it in&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and never have to go through this again, again&lt;br /&gt;it's real love that you don't know about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today when i saw you alone&lt;br /&gt;i knew i had to come up and approach you&lt;br /&gt;cuz girl i really gotta let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;all about the things you made me go through&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now she &lt;font size="4"&gt;lookin at me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;and now you got me hopin i ain't dreamin again, again&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's real love that you don't know about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the one that i want and no one can take it from me&lt;br /&gt;no, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;even though i don't really know you&lt;br /&gt;i got a lot of love i wanna show you&lt;br /&gt;and you'd be right there in front of me&lt;br /&gt;i can see you passin in front of me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;girl i need your love&lt;br /&gt;baby i need your love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, nueramal. i know you're always laughin.&lt;br /&gt;but right now, i think i actually got you smilin. :))&lt;br /&gt;ain't i so right? ;))&lt;br /&gt;you feelin me too, girl? i'm so feelin you! hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-891596603761682758?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/891596603761682758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=891596603761682758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/891596603761682758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/891596603761682758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-to-sentosa-already-yeayness.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-5209691683866307456</id><published>2007-07-04T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:47:51.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;no news is good news.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, like, what day is today?&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;'cos i've just received an SMS.&lt;br /&gt;from this particular someone.&lt;br /&gt;it's not a he ((thank, goodness!)) this time round.&lt;br /&gt;it's a she. &lt;s&gt;a big time beotch&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;s&gt;a full-time liar&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she holds the "profession" of bein &lt;s&gt;my number one archrival&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the bestfriend whom i trust, but had now transformed into foe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;nur annisa bte isnin&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;how can i ever forget you, you little witch?&lt;br /&gt;okay everyone, let's just hit this.&lt;br /&gt;read what she'd texted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04-jul-07 13:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i really feel guilty all tis while. we jus ended our 3yrs relationsp wit an sms. i noe im  in d wrong. forgiv me. im sory. to b frankly, im missin u badly. tknk reply tkpe. i noe u stil mad et me. bt its ok. i wrote all tat cos i dun wana lose a fwen lyk u. okla annisa here bye!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, my infamous reply to which?&lt;br /&gt;heck, i didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;i'm askin for your honest opinions.&lt;br /&gt;you - my loyal readers. ((right.))&lt;br /&gt;what would you do, if you're in my shoes?&lt;br /&gt;what do you suggest the next move?&lt;br /&gt;i'm open.&lt;br /&gt;so, strangers, passer-bys and anonymous beins.&lt;br /&gt;y'all are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;feel free to leave your comments at my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;but i've got zero tolerance for hate tags. shoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, if she actually thought that, that would lure me into her devious trap and devilish schemes.&lt;br /&gt;tell her this: she'll be sorry. 'cos that trick's gettin old.&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw, i'm really tempted to reply this, actually:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;forgive you? OVER MY DEAD BODY.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;i'm not kiddin at that.&lt;br /&gt;i know her so well than most of you do.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who's gonnabe her "lucky" next victim.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;annisa's prime target, anyone?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-5209691683866307456?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/5209691683866307456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=5209691683866307456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/5209691683866307456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/5209691683866307456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-news-is-good-news.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-7690056910107690885</id><published>2007-07-04T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:26:25.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, let's be fair to the rest of you.&lt;br /&gt;i shall add this on, with regards to my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;we should really be conservin electricity.&lt;br /&gt;like, by cuttin down on our usage on cfc products.&lt;br /&gt;and whatnots. whatever, science whizzes.&lt;br /&gt;but, too bad, i'm in the mood to play the disobedient game.&lt;br /&gt;there's no wrong bein naughty once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, i've always loved cookin.&lt;br /&gt;steamin hotdogs to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;chikin franks/chikin sausages, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;and it is until recently, i fully understand the popular eye joke.&lt;br /&gt;the one that everyone's laughin about.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure some of you would have come across it, once.&lt;br /&gt;or atleast heard of it from pass-arounds.&lt;br /&gt;well, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;for instance, a human organ can expand six times upon stimulation.&lt;br /&gt;actually, everyone has an instrictic ability to expand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((as i'd foreseen this, you guys really are a dirty-minded bunch!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't be mistaken. i'm talkin about the &lt;b&gt;pupil of the eye&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say, what?&lt;br /&gt;you guys still haven't get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;well, then.&lt;br /&gt;here's some fine, helpful "illustrations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RoutVaWELEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/GpA8cOZGC0I/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RoutVaWELEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/GpA8cOZGC0I/s320/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083347187778464834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;know what i'm talkin about, perverts?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RoutVqWELFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/0KtipHaz2dg/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RoutVqWELFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/0KtipHaz2dg/s320/DSC00394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083347192073432146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah! okay, enough of talkin dirty.&lt;br /&gt;remember, &lt;i&gt;a &lt;u&gt;human&lt;/u&gt; organ can expand six times upon stimulation&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;human = males. ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-7690056910107690885?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7690056910107690885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=7690056910107690885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7690056910107690885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7690056910107690885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-lets-be-fair-to-rest-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RoutVaWELEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/GpA8cOZGC0I/s72-c/DSC00393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-2842302431273948136</id><published>2007-07-04T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:33:41.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh, am i havin another heatstroke?&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i'm feelin so hot in here!&lt;br /&gt;never have i been assessed this far.&lt;br /&gt;this is really too much.&lt;br /&gt;((ok, shit. just bear with it, girl.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;mahu istighfar banyak-banyak&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so desperate, that i almost came to a conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i wanna have my mama's toilet all to myself!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna take my own sweet time, and shower the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;i know that sounds pathetic, but i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;but when you're desperate, you're bound to go beyond limit.&lt;br /&gt;so much for the creativity there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough bullshittin already.&lt;br /&gt;if this temperature risin thing only occurs durin the day, f-i-n-e.&lt;br /&gt;i can just slide open the windows, and let ventilation.&lt;br /&gt;but later at night, too? [-_______-]"&lt;br /&gt;and, FYI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;my parents had been sleepin on the floor for the third time, now.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this couldn't get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;my mama was so cross, that she permits me to sleep with my clothes off.&lt;br /&gt;silly, perverts! i meant the upper part, only.&lt;br /&gt;that too, with a condition that i &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt; lock up my bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt;((of course, i haven't the urge to attempt it, yet. but, still!))&lt;br /&gt;need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, let's talk about earlier this mornin.&lt;br /&gt;papa bear was like, so fed-up, that he shook me vigorously to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;in my half-conscious state, he ordered me to switch on the air conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;after which, i was to prepare myself for my &lt;i&gt;subuh&lt;/i&gt; prayers.&lt;br /&gt;like, finally, i can feel the coolness of the mornin dew!&lt;br /&gt;((whatever. i haven't the time to brush up on my english lingo.))&lt;br /&gt;my bedroom was heavenly, even if it's for a moment only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rot01aWEK_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/u3y6FZM4-1o/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rot01aWEK_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/u3y6FZM4-1o/s320/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083285065371495410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;my papa bear's doin the backstroke! hahah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rot01qWELAI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Va5ngXTmDlY/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rot01qWELAI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Va5ngXTmDlY/s320/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083285069666462722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so heavenly, that breakfast was done in my very own bedroom!&lt;br /&gt;just look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rot12qWELBI/AAAAAAAAAbc/fJop99ah6Og/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rot12qWELBI/AAAAAAAAAbc/fJop99ah6Og/s320/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083286186357959698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;makins of a splendid mornin breakfast!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rot126WELCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ILMF1qnoNUw/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rot126WELCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ILMF1qnoNUw/s320/DSC00400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083286190652927010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the latest update - i heard it from my mama's very own mouth:&lt;br /&gt;my folks are gonna sleep together with us siblins, in our poorly-painted bedroom!&lt;br /&gt;that is, with the air conditioner turned on!&lt;br /&gt;i'm lookin very much forward to tonight. yes, uh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-2842302431273948136?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/2842302431273948136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=2842302431273948136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2842302431273948136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/2842302431273948136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/07/gosh-am-i-havin-another-heatstroke.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rot01aWEK_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/u3y6FZM4-1o/s72-c/DSC00396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-6332284351779865696</id><published>2007-06-28T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T15:36:08.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't take my kindness for my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;i don't do freeloaders.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make way for ferhana, people.&lt;br /&gt;neighbourhood colleen comin through.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, right. what a crap.&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough of the bullshittin.&lt;br /&gt;i just thought.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna write about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;can, no?&lt;br /&gt;just mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;i'll handle mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin outta the ordinary happened, to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;just that somethin cropped up at the eleventh hour.&lt;br /&gt;leadin to my bein absent for AFD remedial class.&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah. how can i forget this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;awitt fainted in school!!!&lt;/b&gt; scary, hell, i know.&lt;br /&gt;it all happened when the &lt;s&gt;super kid's&lt;/s&gt; programme, was bein conducted.&lt;br /&gt;so much for the super, there. notice the sarcasm?&lt;br /&gt;hence, mama shortcake was called.&lt;br /&gt;atenn and i accompanied her in fetchin him from school.&lt;br /&gt;he was so weak, that he must be carried.&lt;br /&gt;my poor &lt;i&gt;cicak kobeng&lt;/i&gt; brother.&lt;br /&gt;i've always advised him to have that milk.&lt;br /&gt;yet he persistently refuse to gulp it down.&lt;br /&gt;see, all these happenins are the result of your own actions.&lt;br /&gt;bear that in mind, people. even i'm no better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;humans&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, what a misfortunate event, that was.&lt;br /&gt;i pray for your speedy recovery, my brother.&lt;br /&gt;tender lovin care. and some medicines, too.&lt;br /&gt;those have been the main ingredients, for many generations.&lt;br /&gt;i'm done advisin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clock keeps tickin. by then, it's night time.&lt;br /&gt;i was listenin to the radio. RIA: 89.7&lt;br /&gt;i was so ready for some spooky ghostly tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;misteri jam dua belas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;with that genie - zan soffian. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;and that's when . . . jeng! jeng! jeng! jeng!&lt;br /&gt;i received a text message.&lt;br /&gt;from nueramal - my own laughin human bein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;first message&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;((haha! im over e moon honey!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;second message&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;((haha. jangan expose sangat, cover line sikit. maybe tmr im gona online arnd noon. ok honey. i think i wana sleep nw, wana dream of h__. h__ smile. nits my love.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh, i didn't over-expose it, do i?&lt;br /&gt;i purposely don't wanna include my replies, else . . .&lt;br /&gt;*fakinly slaughterin my neck*&lt;br /&gt;get the hint, now, kak aniss? heheh.&lt;br /&gt;there's more to come.&lt;br /&gt;and, oh, nueramal, do write about that guy from my 'L' route.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind, really. i like! hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sudah, nueramal. jangan angau, sampai terbawa terusan mengigau!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOSL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;nueramal and i've got many things in common, really.&lt;br /&gt;am i so right, my fair lady? *chuckles*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-6332284351779865696?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/6332284351779865696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=6332284351779865696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6332284351779865696'/><link rel='self' 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partay!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, beautiful people of the world!&lt;br /&gt;wait, wait.&lt;br /&gt;are you guys like, missin me already?&lt;br /&gt;aww. that's just so touchin. ;))&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys too, yeah. *mwah*&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i realised that, this is so yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i insist on wishin my papa bear &lt;b&gt;a very happy father's day&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;i love you so much, ayah/dad/angry barney/old tinky winky.&lt;br /&gt;i know the wishin part oughttabe done like, a week ago?&lt;br /&gt;but then, our &lt;s&gt;bloody stupid apple&lt;/s&gt; keyboard had to go faulty.&lt;br /&gt;and lappie's still held at the repair shop for servicin.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, still, it's the thought that counts, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;i know you never fail to feel me. heheh. thanks, dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed my childhood, really.&lt;br /&gt;i've always enjoyed bein a kid.&lt;br /&gt;i may be eighteen years old of age, but just like what kid central quoted;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;there's a kid in me&lt;/b&gt;. there's a kid in you guys, too!&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed doin silly stuffs, that'll definitely annoy my folks.&lt;br /&gt;my wedoks should know what i'm talkin about. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;well, braggin about my childhood is not my purpose, here.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna talk about a very dear person - i addressed him as &lt;b&gt;my father&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to reminisce about the early days.&lt;br /&gt;i still recall - there's this one time, i'd a high fever. i was only eight, then.&lt;br /&gt;usually, my mama shortcake will do the monitorin on me.&lt;br /&gt;but, nay. mama shortcake had to look after my sister and (baby) brother.&lt;br /&gt;so papa bear took over. he lied beside me.&lt;br /&gt;put a wet towel on my forehead, to cool down the risin temperature.&lt;br /&gt;accompanyin me throughout the night, as i'ld be havin nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my dad - he's a real father&lt;/b&gt;. need i ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, did i mention to y'all, that last week we'd a picnic at east coast park?&lt;br /&gt;it was done, specially to commemorate father's day.&lt;br /&gt;my cousins - mommy's side - were present.&lt;br /&gt;we'd a good swim. the palm trees were swayin gently to the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;oh, you know, that kinda thing. it was a beautiful day, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;and, suprise, suprise. my papa bear bought ice-cream from mcdees!&lt;br /&gt;they're for his children - us siblins - and his nephews and nieces.&lt;br /&gt;and halfway through makin his way to us, the ice-cream were meltin!&lt;br /&gt;so, he was like, runnin outta fright. tryin to reach us in quicktime!&lt;br /&gt;y'all know my father, right. he's rather big in size, but short in length.&lt;br /&gt;hilarious, but it left a deep impact on me. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, if i was ever to &lt;s&gt;fall in love&lt;/s&gt; with a man, i want &lt;b&gt;a man like my dad&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, laddie.&lt;br /&gt;he must be able to love me, just like how much my dad loves my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;they're so romantic, even at this moment, right now.&lt;br /&gt;showin their love for each other. appreciatin each other's sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;i love my family. i love my folks. i love my papa bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;and, to my sister gang. read: please accept my sincere apologies.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm definitely in for our trip to sentosa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-871595443905192917?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/871595443905192917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=871595443905192917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/871595443905192917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/871595443905192917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/06/holidays-are-here-again-like-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-4458653668702478752</id><published>2007-06-12T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:59:52.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'd a hard time lookin up for you.&lt;br /&gt;do hit me up, partner.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day!&lt;br /&gt;i'm heavin a sigh of relief, 'cos our napfa test is finally over!&lt;br /&gt;hell, yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;i can now put my holidays to full use, without any worries!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have to admit that the whole programme was tirin.&lt;br /&gt;oh, everybody loathe napfa test!&lt;br /&gt;but jarina's an exception. she's so determined, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;she was so keen on bein awarded that gold.&lt;br /&gt;hence, she put her heart and soul for it. attagirl, jarina!&lt;br /&gt;the sisters are so proud of you! even that &lt;i&gt;gao ren&lt;/i&gt; is, too!&lt;br /&gt;;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i've just made a new friend online, today.&lt;br /&gt;well, actually, i've known him for quite sometime already.&lt;br /&gt;just that, we didn't have with us much time to interact.&lt;br /&gt;so, let's all give it up for &lt;b&gt;khel&lt;/b&gt;, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rm5b6YCHITI/AAAAAAAAAaE/L6tQ0b_H_q0/s1600-h/108880077l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rm5b6YCHITI/AAAAAAAAAaE/L6tQ0b_H_q0/s320/108880077l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075094888534974770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rm5b6oCHIUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/zHo2-wypAVQ/s1600-h/281019156l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rm5b6oCHIUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/zHo2-wypAVQ/s320/281019156l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075094892829942082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;he certainly takes after &lt;b&gt;joe (wings)&lt;/b&gt;; that poprock malay band in the nineties.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rm5ekYCHIZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PjnWcR2NTK4/s1600-h/167278379l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rm5ekYCHIZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PjnWcR2NTK4/s320/167278379l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075097809112736146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rm5ekYCHIaI/AAAAAAAAAa8/yKQluKzHAvw/s1600-h/452932762l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rm5ekYCHIaI/AAAAAAAAAa8/yKQluKzHAvw/s320/452932762l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075097809112736162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rm5ez4CHIbI/AAAAAAAAAbE/UYqLzBTbObs/s1600-h/476394847l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rm5ez4CHIbI/AAAAAAAAAbE/UYqLzBTbObs/s320/476394847l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075098075400708530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;he's all a girl could ask for.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, are you guys done with the starin?&lt;br /&gt;hahah, just look!&lt;br /&gt;mosta you girls are like, droolin away!&lt;br /&gt;what would we do without him. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, envious. i'm not playin some eye-for-a-guy, here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just merely enjoyin my singlehood.&lt;br /&gt;i've gained the liberty to socialise, before i'm taken, again.&lt;br /&gt;there's no wrong for a boy befriendin a girl.&lt;br /&gt;a man befriendin a woman. a butch befriendin a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;a gay befriendin a gigolo. and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;this is, after all, a carefree thing.&lt;br /&gt;oh, &lt;b&gt;redz redha&lt;/b&gt;, you've got yourself a rival, now.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm so glad i'd myself, a carin and supportive classmates.&lt;br /&gt;we're the &lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;tylemix &lt;b&gt;c&lt;/b&gt;reators, and proud to be!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-4458653668702478752?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/4458653668702478752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=4458653668702478752' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-5390055915943527847</id><published>2007-06-11T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T19:42:40.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've got it all covered. and, i was there, sugar thing.&lt;br /&gt;the only staff that's missin is you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm sayin this, but i so love my monday, today!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's just way too incredible, so beyond description!&lt;br /&gt;usually i'ld be sufferin from the usual monday blues, but nahh.&lt;br /&gt;it is not this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to begin with, i actually reached school at seven fifteen a.m.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know. i'm always goin bananas.&lt;br /&gt;i went to everybody's favourite hotspot, where i'm the regular.&lt;br /&gt;it's at the SA room, suckers.&lt;br /&gt;what else, but to check for any new e-mails received.&lt;br /&gt;update my friendster account.&lt;br /&gt;update my blog and whatnots. and i'd a good laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went straight to view nueramal's weblog.&lt;br /&gt;and if i could, i would have screamed and shrieked as loudly as possible!&lt;br /&gt;that cousin of mine!&lt;br /&gt;it all started on that fateful saturday. tenth of june.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall not talk about it any further.&lt;br /&gt;like i said, &lt;i&gt;only you and i know. public don't know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't i so right, my lady? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and fat hope to you guys! wild guesses, anyone? no takers?&lt;br /&gt;carry on. be in deep thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i so love teasin that colleen, man!&lt;br /&gt;it's been awhile since she's been bullied by me! hahah!&lt;br /&gt;'cos she's normally &lt;i&gt;loyar buruk&lt;/i&gt; to me, know.&lt;br /&gt;alright then, how's it hangin now, sweets? ;))&lt;br /&gt;oh, we've been SMS-ing each other for like umpteen times, today.&lt;br /&gt;and i never grew tired of it! i can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;i've been lettin out a wide smile wherever or whenever i turn.&lt;br /&gt;and then the crowd would just be givin me &lt;i&gt;the look&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;i&gt;"ain't she sucha weirdo/sicko,"&lt;/i&gt; kinda stares, you know.&lt;br /&gt;pathetic skanks, who serve to enjoy other people's misery.&lt;br /&gt;and without reasons, they'ld grow green with envy.&lt;br /&gt;wtheck. wth and wtf. i'm happy here, what.&lt;br /&gt;why, ain't you guys happy for me, losers? nincompoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH! that content is so irrelevant to of today's.&lt;br /&gt;okay, y'all. i've got a confession to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NUERAMAL AND I, HAVE SUCCESSFULLY TRANSFORMED OURSELVES INTO SOME GIRL &lt;s&gt;GONE BERSERK&lt;/s&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like rowan atkinson + ben stiller + adam sandler, have just met their match! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;and, i've break my daily SMS spend limit! suprise, suprise!&lt;br /&gt;i'm no longer your thrifty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO NUERAMAL, READ:&lt;/b&gt; NITINK JUST BEEP ME UP, KAYS?&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hear the latest updates and/or progession you've made!&lt;br /&gt;and to the wedoks, don't be offended at all, please.&lt;br /&gt;it's just some &lt;i&gt;gegel&lt;/i&gt;ish secrets shared amongst nueramal and i.&lt;br /&gt;nothin big and or fanciful about.&lt;br /&gt;we'll be sharin it with you guys soon enough, once we're ready.&lt;br /&gt;till then, keep those gags comin in! and laugh your heads off!&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna perform some bungee jumpin, out of my bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't suffer from insanity.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy every minute of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-5390055915943527847?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-8950658468517521592</id><published>2007-06-09T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T17:31:22.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a thing to start off my wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;my room was like, filled with oh-so-loud shoutins!&lt;br /&gt;and it's comin from my mama's mouthly amplifier.&lt;br /&gt;she'd to wake up those sleepyheads of ours.&lt;br /&gt;those sleepyheads i'm refferin to, is none other than atenn and awitt.&lt;br /&gt;credits to them, i couldn't resume my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;laughin uh, you two? -_____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, them two had to go for a seminar cum workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;kem perkasa&lt;/i&gt;, heard that one?&lt;br /&gt;jointly organised by BBE gen Y youth hub. okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;boredom's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;while atenn was gettin ready, and tryin to dress her best.&lt;br /&gt;i took some candid shots of her to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;atenn was delighted to be a part of my a-okay photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmorK4CHICI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ypn9j3TMqzo/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmorK4CHICI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ypn9j3TMqzo/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073915396026212386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmorK4CHIDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/NYz0wLlvBAM/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmorK4CHIDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/NYz0wLlvBAM/s320/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073915396026212402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;oopsie. she had a poopsie. (partially-censored version)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmorLICHIEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/c11Gbz6xBqs/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmorLICHIEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/c11Gbz6xBqs/s320/DSC00135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073915400321179714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmorLICHIFI/AAAAAAAAAYU/KijLmrnI4ko/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmorLICHIFI/AAAAAAAAAYU/KijLmrnI4ko/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073915400321179730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;on your left: &lt;i&gt;barbie botak.&lt;/i&gt; on your right: &lt;i&gt;applyin that eyeliner.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, mama shortcake took the liberty to accompany them two.&lt;br /&gt;despite the incoveniences, that is. i love you, mommy!&lt;br /&gt;and, oh. even she'd her piece of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmosfICHIGI/AAAAAAAAAYc/e8OhRwmhTus/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmosfICHIGI/AAAAAAAAAYc/e8OhRwmhTus/s320/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073916843430191202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmosfICHIHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPejxodB1zE/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmosfICHIHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SPejxodB1zE/s320/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073916843430191218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;on your left: &lt;i&gt;if they got bananas in pyjamas, i've got my mama in jubah!&lt;/i&gt; on your right: &lt;i&gt;applyin that eyeliner.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep scrollin down, and you've come to the best part.&lt;br /&gt;my very own step-by-step helpful illustrations.&lt;br /&gt;created for those who wish to learn, the how's-to don the &lt;i&gt;tudung&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rmovi4CHIII/AAAAAAAAAYs/fafSlxGY40w/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rmovi4CHIII/AAAAAAAAAYs/fafSlxGY40w/s320/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073920206389584002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rmovi4CHIJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8qi2ES6DVcY/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/Rmovi4CHIJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8qi2ES6DVcY/s320/DSC00145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073920206389584018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;my gorgeous erra fazira look-alike sister. oh, stop it, atenn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmovjICHIKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/L7-oa_8PfQ4/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmovjICHIKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/L7-oa_8PfQ4/s320/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073920210684551330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmovjICHILI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qRxLHEktYi8/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmovjICHILI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qRxLHEktYi8/s320/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073920210684551346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;kiss your smelly and filthy armpits, then clip it (at the top).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmovjICHIMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/wAwejXgv_AE/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmovjICHIMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/wAwejXgv_AE/s320/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073920210684551362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmowCYCHINI/AAAAAAAAAZU/CDfd333pwGc/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmowCYCHINI/AAAAAAAAAZU/CDfd333pwGc/s320/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073920747555463378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;one last clippin to go, and there's your beautiful outcome.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. some pictures uploaded there, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;oh, i remember, now.&lt;br /&gt;there was one time, awitt was so stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;and he simply refused to cooperate!&lt;br /&gt;big mistake, brother.&lt;br /&gt;he received a hard spankin from my mama.&lt;br /&gt;oh, he was all teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmoyZoCHIOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/C9rmQsKqkNw/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmoyZoCHIOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/C9rmQsKqkNw/s320/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073923346010677474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmoyZoCHIPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/_CPocYRzTL4/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmoyZoCHIPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/_CPocYRzTL4/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073923346010677490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;pull your socks, awitt. see, even kak atenn is makin funny faces at you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmoyZ4CHIQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/bkuzVc4-_fQ/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmoyZ4CHIQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/bkuzVc4-_fQ/s320/DSC00150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073923350305644802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmoyZ4CHIRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/EBRjMTIfgLc/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmoyZ4CHIRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/EBRjMTIfgLc/s320/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073923350305644818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;he was leakin! i couldn't bear to see him cry. my baby-faced brother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sort of like, a photo gallore there, eh?&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i've got nothin better to do.&lt;br /&gt;when will you guys get back, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;i've cooked chikin curry, already.&lt;br /&gt;fine, i'll just be doin some revision.&lt;br /&gt;take care, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-8950658468517521592?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/8950658468517521592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=8950658468517521592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8950658468517521592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8950658468517521592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-thing-to-start-off-my-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmorK4CHICI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ypn9j3TMqzo/s72-c/DSC00130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-7051029731991927719</id><published>2007-06-08T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T10:42:17.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;where have you been, apollo?&lt;br /&gt;i'm longin for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, finally, a week to go before my ite vacation period!&lt;br /&gt;i'm feelin ambivalent about it, though.&lt;br /&gt;'cos it's been awhile since i'd a long break.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so gonna miss my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, on a lighter note.&lt;br /&gt;friday, today, is sucha wonderful, crazy, fun one!&lt;br /&gt;this is so doin me in!&lt;br /&gt;as you guys know, my class ended at eleven a.m.&lt;br /&gt;but most of my classmates and i, are selected to go for choir practice.&lt;br /&gt;for that ite:cw graduation cum award ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;so, we'll usually lunch out at imm, there.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i almost forgot. we'd a friend with us, today.&lt;br /&gt;sylvia called us at the eleventh hour, 'cos she wanna tag along to imm.&lt;br /&gt;and the whole lot of us waited for the bus, together.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in total, there were seven of us.&lt;br /&gt;alicia. jarina. jerelynn. sakina. sylvia. yvonne. and i.&lt;br /&gt;upon reachin, the muslims headed for bagus.&lt;br /&gt;while the non-muslims went for kopitiam.&lt;br /&gt;we split, and decided to meet up again, at 1245hrs.&lt;br /&gt;sakina and i ate a plate of seafood fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;and, jarina had a plate of hokkien mee.&lt;br /&gt;whilst sylvia had baked rice (if i'm not mistaken), and popiah basah.&lt;br /&gt;yummeh!&lt;br /&gt;and that was an expensive lunch, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;it cost me $5.50, if i were to include that can of vanilla coke!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna be broke! (that coke and broke rhymes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;after we'd our lunch, we window shopped.&lt;br /&gt;went to FILA first.&lt;br /&gt;'cos jerelynn wanted to purchase that pinky-gray-like sportshoe.&lt;br /&gt;it fits her nicely. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmlTn4CHH7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/LuzTZoVcHhw/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmlTn4CHH7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/LuzTZoVcHhw/s320/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073678399730818994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movin on.&lt;br /&gt;we visited the converse shoe shop.&lt;br /&gt;that giant hypermarket. ESPRIT.&lt;br /&gt;body shop.&lt;br /&gt;and no doubt, to the ladies, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmlToICHH8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/sLTL4isHAX4/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmlToICHH8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/sLTL4isHAX4/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073678404025786306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, there was this time, at i-couldn't-recall-where, we bumped into &lt;b&gt;alfarahizah awangnit&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;oh well, kiina saw her first.&lt;br /&gt;and she told me to acknowledge her presence.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i was bold enough to approach and said, coolly, "hey, kak farah, right?"&lt;br /&gt;the next thing i knew, kiina, sylvia and i, took turns to camwhore with her!&lt;br /&gt;infront of what's-the-name shop!&lt;br /&gt;and i was wong about her. you people are, too!&lt;br /&gt;'cos she never fake, but is totally gorgeous and very friendly!&lt;br /&gt;love ya, kak farah! *mwah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmlToYCHH-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Fdu43JI9Los/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmlToYCHH-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Fdu43JI9Los/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073678408320753634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to campus.&lt;br /&gt;choir was pretty okay, eventhough mr.goh wasn't there to shake his bonbon.&lt;br /&gt;there's this female vocal trainer to cover up for him. haish.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna miss that four-eyed mr.goh, especially when there's no choir practice for us females, next week!&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i'm done with today's entry. gee, i'm beat.&lt;br /&gt;farewell, nightingales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh, do wait up, people.&lt;br /&gt;let's all wish haslinda a.k.a lynn, a very happy sweet seventeenth birthday!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-7051029731991927719?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/7051029731991927719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=7051029731991927719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7051029731991927719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/7051029731991927719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-have-you-been-apollo-im-longin.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmlTn4CHH7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/LuzTZoVcHhw/s72-c/DSC00175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-520922859468304639</id><published>2007-06-07T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:42:30.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh, i'm so sorry, mr good-lookin.&lt;br /&gt;i was too busy admirin you, that i didn't even catch your name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been in a very, very happy mood, lately.&lt;br /&gt;like, what's got into me, really?&lt;br /&gt;i haven't any clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here goes my second entry for today.&lt;br /&gt;school's been awesome.&lt;br /&gt;except that AFD's gettin tougher to comprehend, any second now.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still workin on it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm steadfast and strong-willed, so you know.&lt;br /&gt;ain't i so proud. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmgJsoCHH2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/G8dIfTGrkp0/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmgJsoCHH2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/G8dIfTGrkp0/s320/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073315642498031458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;us girls are hardworkinly clever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmgJsoCHH3I/AAAAAAAAAWk/BU8jzTnNfhI/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmgJsoCHH3I/AAAAAAAAAWk/BU8jzTnNfhI/s320/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073315642498031474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;what i've been accomplishin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmgJs4CHH4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/w3jCgcdTHaw/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmgJs4CHH4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/w3jCgcdTHaw/s320/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073315646792998786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;chubby ferhana camwhorin in class.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmgJs4CHH5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/g_QBxpKNYHk/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmgJs4CHH5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/g_QBxpKNYHk/s320/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073315646792998802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;top AFD scorer (full marks!); yvonne. peace!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmgJs4CHH6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/liMjYehbMN4/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmgJs4CHH6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/liMjYehbMN4/s320/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073315646792998818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;darlin's as ravishin as ever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFA has been my all-time favourite subject.&lt;br /&gt;especially when you've got nanny grace cheong for your subject teacher.&lt;br /&gt;oh, we're attemptin microsoft excel, now.&lt;br /&gt;it's quite easy to complete the whole assignment, once you get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;i simply love applyin those formulas.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies without us realisin.&lt;br /&gt;hence, soon, it was dismissal time, and i was makin my way home.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't saw him the whole day, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and, alas! i bumped into him, again!&lt;br /&gt;such perfect timin.&lt;br /&gt;and, he was as chivalrous as ever. uwauu~&lt;br /&gt;i love his spiky hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;his i-can-make-you-melt-instantly smile.&lt;br /&gt;sucha charmer!&lt;br /&gt;and, we'ld always bump into each other, at this 'L' route.&lt;br /&gt;so, okay, i'm on it!&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna give frequent visits to that magical lane.&lt;br /&gt;girls, follow me!&lt;br /&gt;;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i thought i would never see you, again.&lt;br /&gt;oh, how i missed you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-520922859468304639?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/520922859468304639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=520922859468304639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/520922859468304639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/520922859468304639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-im-so-sorry-mr-good-lookin.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmgJsoCHH2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/G8dIfTGrkp0/s72-c/DSC00148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-1723768058437612561</id><published>2007-06-07T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T10:29:33.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm startin to miss that guy.&lt;br /&gt;let's visit the 'L' route.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very good mornin to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i feel good.&lt;br /&gt;praises to Him, Allah s.w.t.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was, say, quite a day.&lt;br /&gt;we'd a minor friendship dispute.&lt;br /&gt;so we talked.&lt;br /&gt;but it's all taken care of, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmoQXoCHH_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Kv4glv3NnDI/s1600-h/Image001-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmoQXoCHH_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Kv4glv3NnDI/s320/Image001-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073885928255594482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmoQXoCHIAI/AAAAAAAAAXs/RMJqoDsUKAs/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmoQXoCHIAI/AAAAAAAAAXs/RMJqoDsUKAs/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073885928255594498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmoQX4CHIBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/xDNYEZi5vKk/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmoQX4CHIBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/xDNYEZi5vKk/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073885932550561810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, on the notsa good part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt;'s sucha big lummox.&lt;br /&gt;fancy tellin us off, for not bein cut out for higher education at polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;yo mama, don't play the judgin game, when you're just a teacher, here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna prove you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;who else am i manipulatin about, other than that two-face f____ l__?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so heatin up in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, wtheck. just dismiss that whatever-i've-just-mentioned, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;let's look on the brighter side, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;so, yesterday, my family and i went to cathay cineplex to catch that highly anticipated movie; shrek 3!!!&lt;br /&gt;you guys can really hear me burstin out loud, if you were there!&lt;br /&gt;i so love shrek and fiona, and their way-too-cute baby ogres!&lt;br /&gt;even the donkey and dragon have got a litter of their own.&lt;br /&gt;leavin that beautiful-eyed cat, puss in boots, swingin single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;oh, before i forget, papa bear needs a favour from me.&lt;br /&gt;he requests me to memorize this particular song.&lt;br /&gt;and get the tunin correct, 'cos he wanna record it in his mobile phone!&lt;br /&gt;it's a very old song, btw.&lt;br /&gt;idk. but i'm certain, it's from our late p ramlee's movie, that kinda song.&lt;br /&gt;and he's given me a week! oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;you owe me ten bucks, papa. and i've yet to charge some interest!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i know there's no connection amongst them two.&lt;br /&gt;but each time i hear chris brown's&lt;/i&gt; gimme that&lt;i&gt;, it reminds me of my trip to genting highland, where i first met amer pahang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-1723768058437612561?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/1723768058437612561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=1723768058437612561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1723768058437612561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1723768058437612561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/06/very-good-mornin-to-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmoQXoCHH_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Kv4glv3NnDI/s72-c/Image001-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-816416181418316306</id><published>2007-06-05T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:27:36.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've got a crush on you.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes my second entry for today.&lt;br /&gt;please try to bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;'cos i'm like, so happy to the brim!&lt;br /&gt;uwauu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, people. i saw &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt; again, today!&lt;br /&gt;twice already, hokay!&lt;br /&gt;we would frequently bump into each other, at this so-called 'L' route.&lt;br /&gt;and, no. that 'L' doesn't stand for the losers track.&lt;br /&gt;it meant somethin else.&lt;br /&gt;my girls would then just go yayakin away, tellin me that "your crush is here!"&lt;br /&gt;hahah. so embarrassin!&lt;br /&gt;and whenever that incident happens, i would blush a strikin red face.&lt;br /&gt;haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't do that, again, please.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so &lt;i&gt;paiseyy&lt;/i&gt;, you know.&lt;br /&gt;but he did smile at me just now.&lt;br /&gt;how strappin!&lt;br /&gt;and he was standin, while readin a book at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know he turned outta be quite a bookworm.&lt;br /&gt;anyhows.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could bump into him more often, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;what a strange request, there.&lt;br /&gt;'cos i've once quoted that "i'm just not ready".&lt;br /&gt;but He certainly brought that wind of change to me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, startin to do &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; all over, again.&lt;br /&gt;but, no. i'm much more comfortable bein friends with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;let's exchange books, mr nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to hear you recite those nicely-written poems.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-816416181418316306?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/816416181418316306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=816416181418316306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/816416181418316306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/816416181418316306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-got-crush-on-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-6674833011776927010</id><published>2007-06-05T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:02:42.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;you texted me, sayin "alright, thanks nana."&lt;br /&gt;you're makin me feel guilty now, dontcha realise that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this mornin, i tried to put nueramal's otw-to-school habit, to practice.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, you're so right, woman.&lt;br /&gt;i did listen to ruffedge's &lt;i&gt;bila rindu&lt;/i&gt; song on my way to school, today.&lt;br /&gt;and, i got so emotional, babe!!&lt;br /&gt;but luckily, i spared those waterworks and braced myself.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna make a fool outta myself, there.&lt;br /&gt;not infront of the so many passengers on board, atleast.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, just look at me.&lt;br /&gt;ain't i sucha weirdo? fancy weepin in the early mornin!&lt;br /&gt;wtheck, ferhana. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;next, i switched my ears to listenin to the next song available on my playlist; siti nurhaliza's very own &lt;i&gt;airmata ibu&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna cry out, can?&lt;br /&gt;i can't help thinkin of my mama shortcake, back at home.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinkin of gettin my breakfast at the school canteen.&lt;br /&gt;hell, yeah. i'm so late for bein early.&lt;br /&gt;class commences only at nine a.m.&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm like, turnin eighteen years old already, this year. yet i'm sucha cry baby.&lt;br /&gt;too much for bein a mommy's and daddy's girl. chet!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-6674833011776927010?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/6674833011776927010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=6674833011776927010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6674833011776927010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/6674833011776927010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-texted-me-sayin-alright-thanks-nana.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-8024228582788732854</id><published>2007-06-04T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:29:30.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i know this sounds totally absurd.&lt;br /&gt;but i've got an infatuation for this one guy.&lt;br /&gt;he nicknamed himself as &lt;b&gt;redz redha&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, of all initials, why the alphabet 'r'?&lt;br /&gt;why do you guys always have to be so similar?&lt;br /&gt;you reminds me of &lt;s&gt;him&lt;/s&gt;, you know.&lt;br /&gt;okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmPw555idmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/zSMW1O3jzas/s1600-h/36298958726118l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmPw555idmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/zSMW1O3jzas/s320/36298958726118l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072162482934675042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;chivalrous, eh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough for the sharin session, now.&lt;br /&gt;gotta catch my ex-beau; gunawan sudrajat (like, real!), tonight.&lt;br /&gt;in that indonesian tv show, &lt;i&gt;hikmah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;till the latest updates unite us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-8024228582788732854?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/8024228582788732854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=8024228582788732854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8024228582788732854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/8024228582788732854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-i-know-this-sounds-totally-absurd.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmPw555idmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/zSMW1O3jzas/s72-c/36298958726118l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-1455004772118287019</id><published>2007-06-04T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T19:17:51.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;ain't i heavin a sigh of relief, that you're no longer a part of my life?&lt;br /&gt;get a hold of yourself, buddy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd gotten my BFD class test results.&lt;br /&gt;and it was a ok, only. &lt;i&gt;hampeh, noh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but as i've mentioned, the outcome ain't really that bad.&lt;br /&gt;i'm merely disappointed at myself, for not attainin that grade-A result.&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm justa little down, but i'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, i managed to score thirty-eight for a point fifty.&lt;br /&gt;that's right, guys; 38/50.&lt;br /&gt;i'm justa freshman, here.&lt;br /&gt;don't pin too much high hopes on me, now. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;but i was satisfied, still.&lt;br /&gt;'cos i know i've worked my butt off for it.&lt;br /&gt;hence i deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;and, to qin yi; beware, you've got yourself an opponent.&lt;br /&gt;who else, but me? *grinnin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speakin of school, my day there, today, was a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;it was heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, to be surrounded with my wholesome clique.&lt;br /&gt;simplisity in its pleasantest form.&lt;br /&gt;and, oh, i'd my seventh lunch at the canteen, today.&lt;br /&gt;my seventh, can you guys believe it!!&lt;br /&gt;all this while i've been skippin my lunch in school, know.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. silly me.&lt;br /&gt;and i ordered an egg and tuna sandwich. that did it all.&lt;br /&gt;okay you guys, i'm gonna have lunch with y'all from this day onwards, kays?&lt;br /&gt;friends forever, hunneh.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmPnjp5idjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/O5p6yyAJAB8/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmPnjp5idjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/O5p6yyAJAB8/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072152205077935666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;my gorgeous jerelynn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmPnj55idkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/v17tpKeMdy0/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmPnj55idkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/v17tpKeMdy0/s320/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072152209372902978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;my kiina and jarina cutesy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmPnj55idlI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PS6RqPajYtY/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmPnj55idlI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PS6RqPajYtY/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072152209372902994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;yvonne's lau poh; alicia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i wanna have a picture of yvonne and alicia taken together, but there's no opportunity for that.&lt;br /&gt;nvm, girls. some other day, maybe? and, oh my, pei xuan's picture is missin too!&lt;br /&gt;i'd better get them all captured. so you guys can just play the laggin game, now, can?&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i saw that guy, again.&lt;br /&gt;a new record; i've met him for four times in a row, today!&lt;br /&gt;my, my!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-1455004772118287019?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/1455004772118287019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=1455004772118287019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1455004772118287019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1455004772118287019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/06/aint-i-heavin-sigh-of-relief-that-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/RmPnjp5idjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/O5p6yyAJAB8/s72-c/DSC00122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-1459849252351829011</id><published>2007-06-03T12:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T12:47:13.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't even think of bringin me down.&lt;br /&gt;'cos you're so gettin nowhere, pal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, somebody made my day, today.&lt;br /&gt;and she was none other than my little cousin.&lt;br /&gt;aunt sharina's only daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nur faizurah&lt;/b&gt; a.k.a nur, and nicknamed &lt;b&gt;princess nurf&lt;/b&gt; by me.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you've read yesterday's entry, today is uncle iwan dracula's big day.&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;my mama, sister and brother attended that auspicious event.&lt;br /&gt;papa and i were the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;well, papa bear's gotta earn a livin, people.&lt;br /&gt;and as for me, i just lost my usual drive. shit happens, man.&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm gettin a little off, here. back to the story, now.&lt;br /&gt;so, princess nurf messaged me.&lt;br /&gt;askin, whether i'll be turnin up for the &lt;i&gt;jemputan&lt;/i&gt;, today.&lt;br /&gt;she asked me that, too, the day before. how carin.&lt;br /&gt;atleast i know for certain, now, that somebody out there do love me.&lt;br /&gt;concerned over whatever i'm doin.&lt;br /&gt;and, i got to know this from her mother; that she sulked, when she realised that i wasn't present.&lt;br /&gt;i just love that girl. &lt;i&gt;tak padan kecil, tau&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;i miss sharin those girlish secrets, that you made me promise not to disclose it to anyone. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;and your so lively laughter, which made me forget all those troubles that kept hauntin me.&lt;br /&gt;you're really a somethin.&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;my mama even mentioned that the way she does things, were similar to that of me when i was younger.&lt;br /&gt;and, both princess nurf and i - we're the eldest in siblinship. and we're so into singin!&lt;br /&gt;coincidence? - i think not.&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough draggies for today.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna accompany my grandma, for a sumptous lunch out.&lt;br /&gt;at sakuntala's food palace. my uncle ne's treat.&lt;br /&gt;yummeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't have a picture of princess nurf.&lt;br /&gt;atenn, do you have one?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27470390-1459849252351829011?l=yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/feeds/1459849252351829011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27470390&amp;postID=1459849252351829011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1459849252351829011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27470390/posts/default/1459849252351829011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-crushonyouu.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-even-think-of-bringin-me-down.html' title=''/><author><name>ferhana fardzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11990087402939812649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O8P9zAbxmrw/SKq2zQmUiDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W7adOsa14Ak/S220/Your+Love+Is+Blind.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27470390.post-3826950260744756901</id><published>2007-06-02T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T12:53:07.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Siti Farhana-5-0-1.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your o
