<?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-6651793</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:35:04.650Z</updated><title type='text'>[a li++Le b0u+ my $pAS+iC]</title><subtitle type='html'>hi.... this is kamalina.... do give your comments bout it.... i really hope you find my blog interesting....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115409829171122265</id><published>2006-07-28T14:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:51:31.766Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aite.. so.. today is malam jumaat...? right zack.. rigghhht.. try to scare people only ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cher, aahh. can i get some refreshments with you in the toilet...?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.. this is one of the cases you get when a person is trying to speak good english but.. not..!.. hahaha... i was practically crying my ass off in social studies laa... and i dont talk to people who merajuk laa.. kuang3.. as if i dont.. well.. if tht stupid stupid guy never go in, in 5 minutes.. i'll go to sleep.. heheh.. k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called my irritating friend just now. i wanted him to do something for me. and he just hung up on me. god.. such an irritating freak.. just coz your friends is fighting with my friends.. doesnt mean you have to be pissed at me right...? FAGGOT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashadelliqah. i really really hope tht we all dont take this friendship for granted. yes. we may say tht nothing can tear us apart.. and we are really strong. and whoever who wanna break us up, can't manage to.. well.. i'm not trying to say anything but we all may never ever know whts gonna happen in the future. looking at other friends. and how their friendship is on the rocks. and most even willing to break their 4 years of friendship, is really terrifying.. god. i dont know wht to do without you guys if ever such a thing were to happen.. k. just to let you know tht i really love you guys and i really treasure this friendship tht i have for 2 or 3 years aite.. =).. wish you all the best... heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. really you should have seen the look on atik's face. she is really tired.. and i really pity her laa.. dont worry k.. adilah and natasha too.. everything's gonna be ok.. =). no worries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know wht i should be worrying about now... MY PRELIMS.. god.. i can't believe tht i am gonna flunk my stupid poa test.. damn it damn it ok.. my parents will be called and i will severly be dealt with.. and then. i am prohibited from using the computer and my darling handphone.. and i will have no more time to watch my grey's anatomy.. fuck it laa.. i haven't been watching grey's anatomny due to lack of rest. haizz.. please let regain back my energy aite. and i'll be ok.. heheh.. and as they all say, laughing is the best medicine. although shiqa say tht it gives us wrinkles.. i dont get it. but nah. its ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. bubbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you pass me by, the whole world seems to stop. i could only smile to let you know tht im ok without you. which im not. the world now doesnt seem to revolve around you. but its still is..i dont get it.. i just dont care anymore.. a contradicting contradiction as wht shiqa. or acap might say.. ?? hmm.. let's wonder..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115409829171122265?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115409829171122265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115409829171122265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115409829171122265' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115391918757231399</id><published>2006-07-26T12:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-26T13:06:27.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey.. is it just me or people are acting so strange... its like everyone is acting so scared of something.. hmm.. wonder wht laaa... YEAH.. YOU GOT IT RIGHT..!! heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the fucking o lvvl... well well.. its getting hectic and more hectic by every single second.. had night class yesterday.. and it was kinda kinda cool. but not tht cool.. haha.. cause i was practically shouting from the staff room to the foyer.. miss faizah dont even wanna send me down laa. i was so terrified so i screamed at the top of my lungs " lalala.. shiqa shiqa..!!".. hoho.. how retard.. but nah its ok.. hehz.=)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today guess how many people never come to school..? a DOZEN.... cool.. NOT.. ya lah.. imagine a class where you'll be laughing alone cause no one's there.. yeah.. got tht just now.. 26 people attended class.. boohoo.. hope you all get well wokaes.. so i call it the sore eye and fever phenuomenon.. k.. as i always say tht i am never good at spelling.. so forgive me ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" nano nano nano nano.. ".. =)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quit-ed...? it means tht im fine without you... " i'm wondering how are you.?"....GOD..! wht kinda question is tht...? damn you lah.. both of you.. hahah.. kuang3... i dont give a flying fuck anymore.. and im happy.. im not pretending.. and love is NEVER stupid.. you are... like love is NOT blind... you are.. yeah babes.. no more masquerade.. nyehehe.. so wokaes.. eat your own sweet talking aite.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tell you.. i was so confident not living without a freaking handphone.. but no.. im in hell wokaes right now. and i regret. god.. heartbreak is not a burden. having regrets is torture. haha.. i dont get myself.. haizz.. and im really really really tired right now. and prelims round the corner and i can still like join some things for teacher's day.. well.. it is the last year right..? i hope we get in.. and tmrw's the audition. oh.. so.. great.. hmm.. wish us luck.. bubbye. gtg.. see ya later alligator in a whole crocodile.. aite.. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115391918757231399?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115391918757231399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115391918757231399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115391918757231399' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115374391664765480</id><published>2006-07-24T11:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-24T12:25:17.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuzzywuzzy loves apple. not pear..&lt;br /&gt;fuzzwuzzy loves hippo not elephant.&lt;br /&gt;fuzzywuzzy loves ashadelliqah not you.&lt;br /&gt;fuzzywuzzy loves food not chef.&lt;br /&gt;fuzzywuzzy loves kisses. not hugs.&lt;br /&gt;fuzzywuzzy loves tree. not plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. i like tht game.. heh..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is kinda ok ok lah. except fot the fact tht i fought with miss moley in class. hah! she called me rude. wtf...? dont care..wokaes.. today also kan.. alot of funny riddles and jokes.. i was so damn slow lah.. d, azri, zi, atik, adilah, nat and everyone got it except for me.. alahai. it took me like about fifteen minutes of their time to make me look dumb.. damn you.. heheh.. but its ok.. haha.. aite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/623/370/1600/racialharmony%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/623/370/320/racialharmony%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicee...? hehe.. i loike.. blue blue. red. gold. gold. heheh.. =). k.. fun time.. gtg.. bubbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yeah.. before anything, i just wanna say tht i quit. k.. waiting for you. and trying to believe tht whatever you have fucking said is true. god..! i can't believe im like this sutpid to actually believe your every word.. guys are just irritating stupid bitches.. ( im refering to him only.. heh). so.. three more months and im dead. shoot me now and let me die a painful death. and be burried with only.. sand. k.. shut up. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115374391664765480?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115374391664765480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115374391664765480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115374391664765480' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115366595641359773</id><published>2006-07-23T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-23T14:45:56.413Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala... watever. watever..rahman went to hospital. racial harmony is ok. i hate alot of stuff.. alot of things. went to m'sia.then.. bla bla bla. i dont fucking feel like blogging laaa.. i wanna close down my blog can...? wokaes. bubbye.. i'll blog when i wanna..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115366595641359773?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115366595641359773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115366595641359773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115366595641359773' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115313798648035604</id><published>2006-07-17T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:06:26.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wokaes.. today is funnny... irritatingly funny.. heheh.. it started out stupid. funny. irritating.. and yada2.. so come on gang.. let's get it on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and my mum scolded me because i didnt study for listeining compre... WTF...? fucked up sia.. nehmind.. can't blame her.. old people mah.. hahaha.. so.. went out of home earlier than always.. and had to wait for shiqa almost fifteen minutes.. i was talking to myself and i felt likesneezing.. i turn and saw berhan.. haha.. i mean berhan's son.. who is yan.. yeah.. but not yan hadi.. but just yan... he went to buy some cigg... WHEN YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSE TO BE SMOKING.... and then.. i was talking to myself.. playing a harmonica. which i got for a dollar.. its so cool.. then.. shiqa came.. and then we walked and terserempak with shahirah.. i thought she was late.. but.. not. heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. went to class.. 4a/5a was popular just now.. cause alot of people was being called by the office.. farahana from 4a. luqman from 5a. hajar from 4a... heheh.. next. kamalina from 4a.. right.. =P.. so.. then.. bla bla bla.. physics. we decided to do indian culture for our racial harmony.. easier lah deh.. so.. gonna be so exciting.. god i sound like a damn stupid lame irritating child.. mock..!! hahaha.. so.. then. had our listening. while waiting for the examiner to come.. azri wanted to do the banging of tables thing.. so.. we did.. two classes.. our class and the class next-door.. co0o0lll.. hehehe.. then i saw dan and rahim doing stupid stuff becasue they thought nobody was there.. it is so damn hilarious i tell you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. me and shahirah was singing so much in the canteen.. i don't care.. haha. people look or stare, we never did care.. b'coz you know why... they followed us too =)... yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored. totally.. i wana study for my social studies but so the malas lah.. heheh.. i'll force myself later wokaes..i got no homework lah. at least whenever i have homework, and i never do. i'll still pre-occupy myself by worrying about it.. but no.. i don't have anything.. bo0o0oh0o0o.. so.. niwaes.. please please please.. pray tht my dad may get a promotion.. will be waiting for a letter .. im so happy for him.. =)... lovely.. i passed my maths btw.. 66/100.. o level standard babe... i'll study more wokaes.. i promise.. upon myself.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh ya.. please pray tht i will be able to get the same plan as shahirah.. so i wont have to fucking budget anymore.. pls pls.. and i will get a similar number also with you shah. ahahaha.. handsome pole...?? meh.. meh.. hahaha.. get it..  you're too slow.. haha.. niwaes. ashiekha is crazy.. yeah.. and i was so touched by wht fit did lah... nurul fought with him.. and he actually ran from home to kalam and back to sch to get for nurul ice-cream.. HOW SWEET SIA.... heh.. even though his home is not tht far away, its the thought tht counts lah.. i felt like crying sia just now.. im so moodswinging lah.. damn it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klau sudah jadi org singapura hati mahu baik, berbudi bahasa....&lt;br /&gt;sama sama maju ke hadapan. pandai cari pelajaran. jaga diri dalam kesihatan.. lalalalalalalalal.. ahaha... k.. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115313798648035604?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115313798648035604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115313798648035604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115313798648035604' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115271008351139308</id><published>2006-07-12T12:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:14:43.533Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k.. i'll start this post with a joke.. its a funny gay joke.. k.. here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is sick of city life. so he buys some land in Alaska, as far from humanity as posible. He sees the mailman once a week and goes out to buy groceries once a month. Other than that, its' total peace and quiet. After six months of solitude, a huge bearded man knocks on his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Hi.! I'm Chuck, your neighbour from down the road," he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I'm having a party on Friday night, and i thought you might like to come."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Great, " says Tom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I'm ready to meet a few locals."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I have to warn you. There will be some drinking," says Chuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Fine by me," says Tom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"And more likely some fighting too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I think i can handle that," Tom says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"And there will probably be some wild sex."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"that's not a problem. I'm quite open-minded. Now what should i wear.?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"It doesn's matter-it's just gonna be the two of us..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. get it.... yeah.. yesterday was a fag day.. really really.. damn it sia.. for the first time in my entire life i was sent back home.... sent back sia...!! wtf.. for four years.. i have a freaking clean profile and now.. i got some disgusting offenses.. =(... damn it damn it damn it.. fuckadoodles sia.. yesterday and today all the female teachers were pms-ing.. i know ar.. im a girl mah.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes... yesterday, during pc, we dicussed about wht we are afraid of.. and yeah.. i realise i am scared of alot of things. LIZARDS. esp.. heh.. clowns and balloons... coz of it the clown.. i still get shivers when i imagine how it says.. injections. height. and what's worse is that. i said tht i was afraid of being mute. and the whole class laughed. hah!! all like jake lah you... bluek. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes..indian dance is tiring. and d is cute. he dance baik sia.. kuang3... so does shah.. wait... which shah.. shah or shah.. ok lah.. shah.. no wait.. which shah.. SHAH LAH.. haha.. salah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shah dup.. shiqa is sick. and me and ashiekha went to the sick bay and stayed by her side. and the whole general office was silent and shubbee suddenly burst out laughing.. shiqa who was crying had to laugh because it was funny..  but hold on. whatt's funny...? i also dont know. bee said she just felt like laughing.. i wanna take some more laughing gas can..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh ya.... fag day.. yesterday.. in the canteen, some one spilled cincau over me.. i screamed so loudly tht everyone could hear me..and wht's worse is tht tht guy didnt even apologize.. fuckadoodle you...!! kannina lah you cibai... hope you die the most horrible death. maybe you'll get chopped up into a million pieces by the propellers of a helicopter.... or burnt to death by an atomic bomb. heheh... wtf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this is to akmal. thank you so much for being there for me. you're like a brother that i can never ever have.  you were always there whenever i needed you.you sanggup do anything for me. i hope that i can do the same to you. heheh. i dont know wtf im talking like this but you said so yourself that you can never be here for me forever. so thanks alot aite.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115271008351139308?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115271008351139308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115271008351139308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115271008351139308' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115235989864956563</id><published>2006-07-08T11:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:58:18.663Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am superbly not&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; jealous...!!&lt;/span&gt; i really am not.. damn you all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or maybe... just a little bit.. heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. so.. today went to school to have some stupid training.. baik training.. for indian dance.. i still can't believe it tht we.. the ashadelli.. WITHOUT THE QAH WHO HAS STAGE FRIGHT... are going to join the indian dance.. heh.. actually we are in it.. and i think tht dancing indian is really tiring.. well.. wht can we all do aite..? heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop it with heh... i use to believe in karma. until acap told me it was ridiculous. yah. fucking idiot..? maybe i am..  well.. wht am i suppose to say...? shut up.. hah..! =P..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realise that i am so self-centered. yes. i thought that he was being unfair. he just left me all of a sudden and he finally told me tht he had a girlfriend. i was angry. yes.. i am pissed at him. but i finally realise tht i should be angry at myself. damn you girl kamalina.. he has his own freaking life to live.. who am i to actually say he's unfair. he has the right... he has all the right to do whatever he wants. choose whoever he want. and say whatever he wanna say. i have no fucking right whatsoever. though he is my friend.. i said tht he's being unfair. not because he promise me anything.but he did just promise me tht he'll be my friend and tht whenever i needed him, he'll always be there for me.. he is never there for me anymore. well.. wht can i do.. friends aren't always there forever.. its you and yourself who have to first oversome problems yourself. heh. so. im not upset over anything now. and i won't pretend.. feeling are neither to be shown nor hidden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am suppose to be out now. getting a very beautiful swatch watch. or fossil watch. but no. instead im at home. stuck. doing nothing. and whats worse.. im getting double the nagging. not from both of my parents but with my grandparents as well.. heh. i love you people. but so sorry. i just can't stand the nagging.. get it.?i hope tht if i grow old. and have a family, i promise myself tht i wont nag. i'll be a super duper cool mom who is still short even though she's fifty. heh. wtf.. i dont get myself at times. im so retard.. or am i...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. k.. gtg.. need to do some chores. its beenalong since i've been doing the chores btw. its like.. during the holidays.. every single day, im left all alone at home to do the chores by myself. im suppose to hang the clothes, fold the clothes, mop the house, vaccuum the house. make the bed. wash the dishes. and feed the cat. hah. an since school started. i dont even make my own bed.i leave it all to my mum and sister. i better get back the touch. because it seems as though i forgot how to do all these stuff. =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lame. heh. whatever. so.. bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115235989864956563?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115235989864956563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115235989864956563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115235989864956563' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115227826636129417</id><published>2006-07-07T13:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-07T13:17:46.376Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello... yeah./ so you people heard. the ashadelliqah went to the musical night.. heh.. nice show.. although some stupid comments being said at a loud volume across the threatre.. rude comments.. haish.. damn it.. you know how nervous you are if you're in front of a lot of people.. and then imagine 80o people.. haha.. i think you would have pee'ed in your pants.. and if you're wearing skirt, then skirt lah.. haha.. so, the colour of ashadelliqah is white, black, white, black.. and PINK... haha.. how random.. heheh. shiqa wore pink.. but it was super duper nice laa.. hahaha.. k...  yeah.. i think i should stop talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. now i am damn pissed.. yeah.. waddahell... my god.. they're such faggots la.. dont care. i cried.. haha.. wtf wtf wtf... kannina sia.. and what's worse is tht, i am gonna dance... DANCE...?? haha.. wht in the world.. yeah.. for racial harmony...not me alone k.. the ashdelli... n qah.. no shiqah.. coz she has STAGE FRIGHT..!! hhehe.. funny..?? yeah.. i guess.. =).. but nehmind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. yeah.. bubbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115227826636129417?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115227826636129417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115227826636129417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115227826636129417' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115193752188736854</id><published>2006-07-03T14:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:38:41.900Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah. i haven't been blogging.. im having a really bad headache.. and my best friend is saying tht i am a weirdoooo over the phone.. heheh.. funny...? duh... because i think she is.. niwaes, its shiqah aite.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was typing a msg to someone and suddenly he called... coincidence...?  nah.. i think great minds think alike..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dee got this super duper nice off shoulder top with pants.. i havent see the pants though..&lt;br /&gt;bob got a nice top tht she's gonna wear with tube.. and a denim skirt.. i havent see the skirt.&lt;br /&gt;shiqa bought this tube dress with palms.. i havent see all...&lt;br /&gt;ashiekha.. i have no idea.. heheh..&lt;br /&gt;i.. fuck it.. i dont even know. and guess wht.. i dont care. nyehehs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry if i gave you people a clue of what the ashadelliqah is wearing but you all dont know how it looks like so.. nehmind rite.. sorry anyways.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt went to bugis with the shadelqah... without me and bee.. bee couldnt follow.. i had to go home.. so.. went to tampines with iba before going home. i am really scared of my cousin. i swear to god.. i never felt this scared.. hehs... but im not scared anymore ar.. so, i was walking around, suddenly some old people started to tegur iba and iba just kept on saying, " sorry ar.. tk cukup.. " wtf... haha.. ish3.. but maybe next time i buy from there k.. no no.. =(..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. aite.. i have a freaking stupid phys test tomorrow and my note file is in school.. how clever of nur kamalina. i think that i have memorise the whole keyboard.. even though at times i dont type properly.. bu ti do have a clear idea on where the alphabets are.. haha... and i hate spelling.. reeally reeally.. god.. i wanna eat ten panadols can..? my headache is really bad.. and my grey's anatomy is like in half an hour. boohoo.. i dont wanna miss even one episode even if my o level is on the line.. nah.. maybe . haha.. such a traitor.. kuang3.. k..k.. bubbye.. see ya later alligator.. in a while im suffering from... ****.....!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115193752188736854?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115193752188736854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115193752188736854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115193752188736854' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115132666692253927</id><published>2006-06-26T12:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-26T12:57:46.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k.. i hate pms.. you know i know you know i know.. haha.. thts my phrase.. made it up myself using another version or something..so. i wont be updating but just gonna do some random stuff aite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 7 Random Facts about Me."&lt;br /&gt;-i am nur kamalina.. (well tht is a fact. hehe. k.. thts lame.)&lt;br /&gt;-i am super duper lame. ( i actually typed male.. haha. )&lt;br /&gt;-i am really lazy.. thts why i fail.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;-i love ashadelliqah to bits... yeah baby..&lt;br /&gt;-i hate mood swings. because it tend to affect alot od people.&lt;br /&gt;-i never had a boyfriend before.&lt;br /&gt;-i hate relationships. makes me wanna puke.. kinda. no offense eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 7 Things That Scares Me."&lt;br /&gt;-LIZARDS. which someone said is a insect. heh.&lt;br /&gt;-god.&lt;br /&gt;-death.&lt;br /&gt;-my parents. &lt;br /&gt;-friends leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;-being alone.&lt;br /&gt;-fighting with shiqa. heh.. dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 7 Random Music at the Moment."&lt;br /&gt;-cool. by gwen stefani.&lt;br /&gt;-running. also by gwen stefani.&lt;br /&gt;-tak kan melupakanmu by radja.&lt;br /&gt;- jujur also by radja.&lt;br /&gt;-dani california. by r.h.c.p ( told you im lazy.)&lt;br /&gt;-if i were you by hoobastank.&lt;br /&gt;-mungkin by anuar zain. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 7 Things i Like Most."&lt;br /&gt;-books&lt;br /&gt;-HELLO PANDA.&lt;br /&gt;-kinder bueno... its been long since i ate it.&lt;br /&gt;-maths. its challenging.&lt;br /&gt;-my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;-my monkey and hadi's baby jack's keychain. heh.=)&lt;br /&gt;-books? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 7 Things i Say The Most."&lt;br /&gt;-sebat bapak kau.&lt;br /&gt;-mak kau!&lt;br /&gt;-what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;-shut up damn it.&lt;br /&gt;-nah. its ok.&lt;br /&gt;-get over it.&lt;br /&gt;-biar lah........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. the last one.. i wont ask people. haha.. =P..k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115132666692253927?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115132666692253927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115132666692253927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115132666692253927' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115124224267851395</id><published>2006-06-25T13:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-25T13:30:42.706Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wokaes.. why in the world does girls.. wokaes,, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;.. i mean.. all female primates... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok no&lt;/span&gt;... female human beings have &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;pms..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;mood swings&lt;/span&gt;.. and all fucked up thing tht makes us &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ten times&lt;/span&gt; more irritating than &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;..?? i feel like having &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;two balls and a dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; right now.. i mean.. being a guy lah... god damn it.. im not a freaking les.. its just tht.. i hate mood swings.. i cant help it.. im sorry. im being a loser at only a certain period of a month... and the cramps.. is damn over-whelming.. and you know wht makes it worse.. getting your period at the same time as your sister. and so, both of you are like freaking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bad-moodING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and making the othet party pissed and cry for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;slightest&lt;/span&gt; reason like not wantgin to cross the road..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...!! thts off my chest. and im sorry for talking aboout disgusting stuff.. i should be doing something more useful.. like doing my freakingn incomplete homework.. but no.. i feel like talking.. but since i cant use the fag phone, i'll talk here.. lalalalalaa.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wtf wtf wtf fuckkk..!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; im doing the dance in my head as im talking here.. i mean not talking.. its talking/typing... yeah.. wtf.. so, niwaes... yesterday.. i was rrally having a bad mood.. and i just had to bring out stuff on him. i mean.. i had to pick a fight with him.. but him, being his usual self.. never fight back.. he just calm down and just let me fight him. and he knows. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he knows tht i cant bear to leave him.. which is true.. haha.. =P..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't fucking care tht if i type wrongly or whatsoever.. ok...? haha.. if you dnt understand.. come to me.. i tink i'll explain to you.. so anyway.. i was at my grandmother's house on friday.. with my two baby cousins.. hannah and hanney jasmine.. we call her jasmine though.. she just learnt how to walk about two weeks.. anyway.. i brought my cat to my gran's house and we let the cat roam freely.. // jasmine was right in front of the cat.. and guess wht does jasmine call the cat...? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOF WOOF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; haha.. it was so hilarious. i mean still is.. how cute can she be man...? was i tht cute last time..? damn it. i wish i was.. i know tht whenever i asked my grandmother about my charcter last time, she would say tht i am so irritating and i have very very &lt;strong&gt;the itchy fingers...&lt;/strong&gt; well i still am nnw aren't i...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is school re-open.. i am really scared.. today is like the last day of holiday. and there will be no more of this kind of holidays untill up to my o level/ O LEVEL DAMN IT.. its such a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; faggoting &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thing to think about. its so sick tht i feel like puking and esp whenever someone asks me "so, how are you doing getting prepared for o level...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wtf am i supose to answer....!!!!???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well. have you ever taken o level.. how the fuck were you feeling when you take the fucking exam...? well.. got your answer right you damn lame faggoting bitch.. yes you.. asking stupid questions.. of course im like not prepared lah.. i havent even fuckingly complete my poa topics for o level.. and i have like how many more months.. i can practially count down the days to the time i will burn myself to death..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; during the o level tht is.. heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have no idea wtf im talking about .. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but heck cares..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everybody knows tht i lke to talk.. talk talk talk.. actually.. a secret to be told.. i never like talking.. i prefer to keep myself quiet.. but i hate&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. most of the time.. i talk to not let silence bring me down to my stupid memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yeah.. talking about memories.. well.. people say tht you will start remembering to the age of 5 or 6 like tht... well.. i cant seem to remember anything. i dont remember wht i did in pri 2 or 3.. i just remember basic ar.. like how the school is like.. but all these are so minor.. other people seem to remember alot of stuff.. im &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;JEALOUS&lt;/span&gt;  you know.. its so irritating.. haha.. k.. eh.. i havent been laughin since just now.. k... im so lame.. yeah... whatver..... wtf.. k.. i gtg.. i wanna get ready for school tomrrow... which i am sooooo not... well.. here goes.. =). wish me luck..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; i hate school...&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115124224267851395?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115124224267851395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115124224267851395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115124224267851395' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115097149872488319</id><published>2006-06-22T09:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:18:18.736Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k.. today.. woke up early.. to meet shiqa.. yeah... and we did cip.. i swear to god.. oh my god.. i am never gonna go to tht stupid block again.. ever again.. in my whole entire life.. we heard this stupid thing tht was like screaming/moaning/shouting/crying.. all in one. i thought it is like a person kena possess.. shiqa thought it is a retard person.. i mean literally retard.. im not making fun of them wokaes.. im just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes. at this moment.. im suppose to cook with my sister.. but then wait firz ar.. let me use the comp.. because later on, i wanna sleep.. because  i will never ever have eyebags.. and if not sleeping will develop some, im gonna be sleeping beauty.. hahaha.. wtf... shiqa says tht if you have stupid dreams, you are stupid.. true..? you decide.. to me.. i tink confident people will dream about confident stuff... ehem ehem...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. went to tampines because i dont know why.. i just followed my sister.. so, while in the bus.. she told me about alot of stuff.. god.. everyone do have skeletons in their closets.. ='(... bo0o0h0o0o..damn sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yeah.. im going to malaysia soon... so bubbye.. take care..=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115097149872488319?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115097149872488319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115097149872488319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115097149872488319' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115090058334839825</id><published>2006-06-21T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:36:23.363Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meet shiqa, and shahirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiqa= nanny nanny poo poo&lt;br /&gt;kamalina=you cannot catch me&lt;br /&gt;shahirah=liar..! tag. you're it. twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. and dani california is stuck in my head.. snap twist jinx to price.. i know you're singing the song now.. aren't you.. you piece of fag....!! haha.. im just kidding.. dont cry ok.... hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. so.. today.. i spent the day studying.. and cleaning thw whole house. i went to study at price's mum office. and it is really damn cool.. haha. niwaes.. i found this skirt while i was finding my jeans.. and the skirt was so long ago.. and it is so nice.. like those thailand thailand costume.. haha.. im lame.. but nah.. i dont really care.. tralala tralalal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored.. i dont think i wanna go anywhere.. niwaes.. im gonna cook.. yey yey!!.. fun time tomorrow.. hehe... you should all try my cooking.. its nice. yummy yummy... =)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115090058334839825?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115090058334839825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115090058334839825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115090058334839825' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115081486816984080</id><published>2006-06-20T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:47:48.183Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how many freaking times i've been to this blogger web..and tried to type out a post.. but i just can't. every single time i write at least a few lines, i think its just a waste of time and i just delete it all... k.. the song tht is in my head now is dani california.. tee hehehe.. whats with me and this stupid phrase. nah.. i dont care... i dont care.. niwaes.. wht the fuck am i talking about.. i dont really have an idea.. ouh yeah. let's just talk about random things..i dont wanna talk about wht i do all day.. or wht i have been doing for these past few days. but if some things tht i wanna talk about, is something tht i have done during these past feew days, then i apologize aite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. let's talk about swimming. i went swimming at price's house yesterday.. and i just realise how much i miss swimming.. dont you...? when we were all small.. we went wading in the beach... yeah.. and when its time to go home, always say 5 minutess.. 5 minutes.. haha.. my grandfather will always force me and my cousins to get out of the pool.. miss the times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. and then.. growing up. have you ever had the feeling tht you dont ever wanna grow up.. peter pan has always been like the one and only show you always watch. you fantasize aboout it all day.. all night long... god.. if only we dont have to grow up. and live with peter pan.. it will be so fun.. then you have to imagine so tht you'll get all your food.. then, can have food fight all the time.. hehe.. can play all day in the sun.. all no one will nag at you. tell you to do this.. tell you to do tht.. you wont have any responsibilities at all. whts best is tht you dont have to care.. at all.. and you can fight with pirates.. and kill their parrots.. haha.. stupid polly want a cracker. hehe.. im lame... whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish.. i hope i wsh i pray.. tht there i can have a choice to go back to time.. and just like undo whatever i wanna undo.. like.. erasing all the mistakes... i promise myself..tht if i get the chance,  i'll go back to secondary one.. and i never want to know some people. i dont wanna know him at all..if i dont know him. i will not know some other people.. and other people.. . it really sucks you know.. because meeting people had been one hell of a fucking coincidence... its just irritates the crap out of me. i mean.. just arghh.. god damn it.. k.. tht rings a bell... just shut up.. damn it lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. i'll just put a smile on my face.. k. bye..=)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the innocent you... i miss you alot. you change so much. i dont feel like talking to you anymore. you're not whom i know. you're not the person who would talk crap with me till late at night.. till the nxt morning... can i just have my friend back please...? please.. please... the memories of you is so overwhelming. i drown by the sound of your voice... im so sick and tired tht i just wish tht i never know you.. at all... but shit.. since when wishes come true...? i wonder..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115081486816984080?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115081486816984080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115081486816984080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115081486816984080' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115042786928812508</id><published>2006-06-16T03:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-16T03:17:49.300Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there.. i just got back.. yeah.. its so early and i came back home.. haha.. rigght.. so, niwaes.. yesterday was ashadelliqah day.. haha.. but we didnt spend it together though.. nurul's overseas.. ashiekha.. i dont know.. i think tht she's still busy with her moving house thing.. haha.. yeah./. she moved to serangoon.. how far man.. haizz... but its ok.. yeaH... so, shiqah and her brother came over to my house yesterday.. and they played with the cat.. kinda hilarious.. shiqa was washing her hands or soemthing and suddenly the cat came at her feet.. and she screamed so0o0o0o damn loudly.. haha.. it was super duper funny.. kuang3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a stupid lalat which stalked me just now..... right yan...?? yes... shh.. hehe... =P..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. i dont feel like blolgging these few days.. haha.. and i got punked by shahirah yesterday.. my god.. she sounded so damn fucking convincing...! damn you.. haha.. nehmind.. you'll get yours someday... " evil grin...",muahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115042786928812508?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115042786928812508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115042786928812508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115042786928812508' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115029122949398771</id><published>2006-06-14T13:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:20:29.506Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going out with 7 guys.. means.. 7 pervertic minds..ahmad, sheik, akmal, danish, ali, rafie and khidhir.. yeah. thts what i think. i kinda did the unthinkable today. going to east coast, cycling with a bunch of guys. well.. i wasnt suppose to be the only girl ok.. there were suppose to be like about 14 girls or something like tht.. but no.. just one didnt want to come, the whole gang didnt want.. hah! i pitied them so i went. how thoughtful of me.. well. i needed a break from my own home.. yes.. own home. stupid shit.. becoming irritating everytime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. so about the cycling. its kinda fun.. having escorts all around you. hehe.=).. and also, if you were to fall, all 7 guys will be around,  trying their best to help you.. haha.. its kinda ok  lah... let's go again ar k next time.. tralola.. i change it.. it kinda sound better. so.. boleh tahan yeah... im crapping. as always.. and im not &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lame...!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thank you very much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115029122949398771?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115029122949398771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115029122949398771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115029122949398771' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115025251711583586</id><published>2006-06-14T02:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-14T02:38:38.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>change my skin. nice...? ahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. trust.. such simple word.. but so difficult to gain and understand. trust comes a long way. well.. very long indeed.. how can a person expect you to trust him when you've known his for seconds...? haizz... very complicated.. =(..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read this great book.. by santa montefiore.. the butterfly box. god. its so nice. and so sad. i cried like a billions time reading this book once.. boohoo. k. thts lame.. niwaes.. i insulted this guy last time.. i mean not as badly and all..but we use to make fun of each other.. but hsis girlfriend calls him an angel.. hahaha.. i dont know how to imagine tht.. k.. im really bad.. shit lah... im so sorry.. yeah.. he kinda told me yesterday tht he is with her for already one month.. at least now he tells me.. he didnt even tell me last time.. so..i forgive him.. haha.. happy for him lah.. really happy...=).. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.. someone called my mum.. hahaha... what the hell..i was panicking by myself.. and i suddenly realise he changed his number oredi and my mum didnt know.. hehe.. how clever... well.. what to do..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nurul has gone overboard. im mean.. overseas.. haha.. have a safe trip there.. will miss you loads aite...today im gonna cycle either at east coast or pasir ris.. and you know wht...? i maybe the only girl. because all the other girls can't go.. yeah.. thts right.. its stupid.. i dont know whether i wanna go or not.. but i have to.. ali later kesian..i hope only 6 guys ar... not 10. haha.. i feel alone sia.. if they dont wanna talk to me, i go home on the spot.. haha..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" For how can a tyrant rule the free and the proud, but for a tyranny in their own freedom and a shame in their own pride? And if it is a care you would cast off, that care has been chosen by you rather than imposed upon you. And if it is a fear you would dispel, the seat of that fear is in your heart and not in the hand of the feared."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice.? i think so too..=). too bad i didnt write it though.. hehs.. good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115025251711583586?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115025251711583586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115025251711583586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115025251711583586' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-115011144683098533</id><published>2006-06-12T11:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-12T11:24:06.846Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today. is a stupid day.. can be considered.. haha. but shahirah's hair rocks my socks.. and i mean seriously... and how many kilograms of clay did you put on your hair...? ahaha.,. but your hair is nice.. and dont you dare try to dye it back ok... until the night before firz day of school ok..? hahaha.. thts my honest opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. the ashadelliqah has a freaking enemy.. tht fuck off guy hates us.. haha.. dont know why.... maybe thts the person who got irritated by us during the concert on saturday.. hahaha... well. pop is a sucess.. real real succes.. i love jannah and hazel to bits.. and thank you so much for getting me some stuff monkey.. heheh.. so now i know how easy it for people to decide wht to get for my b'day.. kuang3.. yeah... ouh ya... precisely.. the ashadelliqah bought me this monkey card for my b'day last year.. and yeah,. i remember i met yan.. haha.. how sweet.. is tht sweet..? yeah.. of course it it... =P..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. so.. i got a brasil band.. =).. well.. i am supporting brasil.. wht for england.. its like duh brasil goonnna win. haha.. sorry aba.. you just gotta face faatc.. kuang3.. ashadelliqah is supporting all different countries.. shiqa supporting germany.. nurul supporting japan.. because thts like the only asian country.. ashiekha is supporting england.. while price is supporting italy/portugal.. yeah.. bluek.. price is really scared of my psycho kitten now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby is getting crazier each day.. i mean she jumps at my feet.. bites it.. and just scratches me till i bleed.. i think tht the kitten is being such a sadist.. damn you lah k.. hahah.. k.. im just kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. about yesterday.. i dont wanna talk about it.. i was suppose to go to the pit.. my class pit.. but instead of being able to go, i got a fucking one hour lecture from my freaking dad.. blargh blargh blargh.. yeah yeah.. im really gonna go in ite.. fuck it aite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. well.. tht went well.. so.. gtg.. bubbye..=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-115011144683098533?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115011144683098533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/115011144683098533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115011144683098533' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114976525889120855</id><published>2006-06-08T11:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:14:18.903Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;today is filled with contradicting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuang3.. tralaal tralala.. wokaes.. yesterday was stupid day;.. actually the day went great and all those.. but a soon as my parents came back.. hell broke loose.. i tell you.. it was so stupid. fine.. i know. my room is in a mess.. well.. my fault yes.. but the kitten was playing with some stuff inmy wardrobe and then my mum suddenly came and hit my head. and wanted to kick me. wtf. and she racked my whole bedroom asking me to clean it up again. the next day i woke up, she made me do chores. wtf wtf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went all the way to jurong east to get some socks.. i collected the gloves oredi early in the morning. well.. in the mrt from chinese garden, there was this guy.. and he was dancing.. haha.. i recorded it.. is it an offense..? will you get charged for tht..? ala.. nehmind. no one will know.. so...went to shiqa's house and then went to tampines.. so at food culture. we like making the most noise.. and i mean the most.. i didn't realise it until some girl who came looking behimd and kept staring at us.. my god.. shahirah was being a bitch.. anyway as usual.. haha.. just kidding lah.. haha.. she actually said so loudly.. " wht do you do to a girl who keeps staring at you from up to bottom...?" she said tht so loudly.. hahaha.. wtf.. niwaes.. someone wanted to go in to the male toilet. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foloow the finger.. boom ba ba.. haha. tht was suppose to be some beat or something like tht.. niwaes. we passed kfc.. and saw shahirah's aunt. haha..shiqa said tht she look exactly like shahirah's mum... DUH....!  they're sisters.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. im bored right now. and i haven't been studying. like really. and i tell you i'm gonna fail and won't even be able to apply to ite.. laziness is just growing in me. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;russell peters.. is tht the spelling..? he is the most hilarious guy.. god damn it man.. haha.. me and price was laughing in the mrt like so hard. and she sang rompe so loudly.. like it was price's cabin.. haha.. kidding babe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!kamalina ... peace out.. haha... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114976525889120855?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114976525889120855'/><link 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always.. we are so bad. so. the three 4a pupils went to east point to get my kitten some food.. then.. met nurul in emf.. nurul.. please dont read unless you wanna borrow. ahakz..lame lah tht women. and the shop is retard.. there was this sign tht put malay novels and there was only archie comics.. haha.. serious sia. wth were they even thinking...? so nurul is going to jb today.. and until tomorrow.. so take care aite nurul.. have a safe journey to and fro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet shahirah too.. then separated with asheikha and nurul.. from simei went to bedok inter. met azri.. then went on with our hunt.. for socks.. damn lah eh.. socks also so hard to fine..like fuck. niwaes.. socks tht are like so long.. haha.. lame lah ehk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k..a joke.. baby singh is called...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singlet...!! hahaha... shahirah.. shahirah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. then price had to leave us coz she had to go to her mom's office.. haha. padan your face.. for pinching me,. bluek.. so.. shiqa went to my house.. wanted to search for socks some more.but we both felt to tired so we just rested back home.. hehs. i watched so many hindustan shows.. actually i just heard the songs ar.. i watched.. kabhi kushi kabhi gham. kuch kuch hota hai. duplicate. baashah. diwale dulhania. mohabatein. chori chori chupke chupke. har dil jo pyaar karega. k.. dont mind the spelling.. haha.. i dont know. i sing all those. and now's it raining.. the name storm was given to me for a reason wokaes. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. today. is so hot and cold. like. stupid. wtf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink akmal still pissed at me. i dont think he wanna talk to me anymore. =(..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also think tht misai is a bitch.. dont you think so shiqa..? yeah. i hate the jinx batch.. well well.. who doesnt...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to collect gloves for marching tomorrow...yipee yipee yo yo..ahahak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my happy ending. i so believe in karma babe. and its sucks.. big time. let's be like earl. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im losing my grip on you...................  my new blog skin is suppose to show me being happy.. such a contradiction ... dont you tink...??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114968361152118699?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114968361152118699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scream get tattoo.. i cabot class.. hehehe.. so bad.. well.. i didnt do it alone so no biggie.. kuang3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. evryone go read shiqa's blog.. i kinda wanna elaborate.. wokaes.. friends.. you should really appreactiate your friends ok.. hello.. friends do not come and go.. they never ok.. you're suppose to like be there when your freaking fwen need your help.. needs you.. you don't just walk away.. i mean you're not suppose to actually run away from your friend even if your friend did something wrong.. let them explain.. i tink you should explain yourself.. damn you whoever aite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. so.. my kitten.. went to eastpoint yesterday to buy ten thousand of stuff for my kitten.. haha.. with my family of course.. you think i go so much money wanna go and blanje eh.. haha. so spent i think reaching  hundred fot the kitten.. hahaha.. sanggup man.. hahaha.. so.. now my kitten sleeping.. it was sleepling at my lap and it looked like it was surrendering.. i don't know how to spell. haha.. with it two paws up.. hahhaa.. cute right.. ya ya.. later i try to take a picture of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. i was talking about superheros with someone yesterday.. he asked me whts' my fav superhero.. i said wolverine. his was superman.. and i never really adore superman because he's kinda dumb wearing his underwear out.. but he came out with reasons to say how good superman really is.. he has laser eyes like cyclops.. ^ i dontt know how to spell so excuse me.. hehe^.. he is as fast as flash. he is strong.. like.. i don't know.. and he has so many powers.. and now i know why ramdhan likes superman so much.. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. the rest of the ashadelliqah's is going to regent right now. haiz.. i wanna follow.. but my kitten needs to be fed.. ahaha.. i wish i could bring the kitten along. lala.. niwaes.. i am damn bored.. and i typed so fast,, haha.. with ten thousand of mistakes.. well.. heck care,,  i wanna keep on practising andbe as good as shahirah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. gtg.. bubye....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114948586561902388?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114948586561902388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114948586561902388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114948586561902388' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114934619383307827</id><published>2006-06-03T14:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-03T14:49:53.846Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did i mention how much i hate the jinx batch.. someone.. please.. give me a freaking name so tht i can say tht the batch is not jinx...? my god.. i tell you.. no one.. duh..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. i really should stop talking about it.. niwaes.. i read the da vinci code the whole day yesterday.. and i manage to finish it. don't ask me how. i went to regent. for heaven's sake.. the jourmey to and fro is very far so thts why i manage to at least finish it.. you all know tht during the holidays, you can borrow the books from the library and the amount of books can be double. im not sure. aboiut 8 or 12 like tht..i don't knw.. i just know tht it is not the usual 4 tht you can borrow.. anyway.. i have no fucking idea why in the world would i talk about this when i know tht i can even fuckingly borrow one book?? hah!! i really feel like talking alot in my head.. because im sick and tired of talking..... NOT..! gahaha just let me talkin my head kz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so0o0o.. you know wht.. i was suppose to irritatingly go to the bedok town concert.. wtf wtf wtf.. my parents didnt aloow,, stupid reasons.. too much too talk and my head is gonna give me a freaking haedache.. so0o0.. hmm.. yeah.. i gonna hear more about the concert soon from shiqa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. the cat.. hehe.. i love this new cat of mine. k.. its not a cat lah.. its still small. so its a kitten.. niwaes.. about this kitten. i still don't know wht to call it. i wanna have a family meeting to decide on wht name we should all call it.. because right now, the whole family is calling it three diff names.. my dad is excluded from all theses because he's terrified of cats.. hah! and how ironic. he scolds me because of lizards.. k whatever. so my mum calls its kitty.. my sis calls it baby. i call it bolo/flower.. hahaha.. bolo... ouh.. you know why bolo.. because the cute kitten is actually belo and bodoh.. so its name is a mixture of both.. the cat is a girl though.. hehe.. so0o0 cute right.. we going to the vet tomrrow.. so0o0.. bolo is actually scared of its own shadow.. it plays with balls and when the ball rolls away oredi, its still continues as if the ball is still there. hmm.. she bites her own tail. my cousin said tht bolo has a personality disorder.. bolo thinks tht she is a dog... hahaha.. how cute.. and this kitten only know how to sleep.. for a second i reminded me of me.. haha.. k.. i should stop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey yey!! maybe i, gonna sleepover shiqa's house next week.. how cool. maybe the ashadelliqahs.. yey.. sbk.. niwaes. speaking of ashadelliqah.. i hope i wish i pray.. tht i can go to sentosa tomorrow.. with nurul and price.. wanna see spongebob.. hhehe.. k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah sure aitez.. bubbye...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114934619383307827?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114934619383307827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114934619383307827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114934619383307827' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114932289918065937</id><published>2006-06-03T08:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-03T08:21:39.193Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JINX BATCH...!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wht is the jinx batch.. well.. a batch tht is jinxed...?? yah.. shiqa.. come on gang.. let's sebat their bapak.. hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;niwaes.. made up this stupid song.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" aku benci the jinx batch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ku sebat bapak korang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kenape kau tk mampuz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lalalalalaa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;k.. try singing tht to the red dress by sugababes song..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahaha.. got a kitten.. so cute. =).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114932289918065937?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114932289918065937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114932289918065937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114932289918065937' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114900367855134448</id><published>2006-05-30T15:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:41:18.566Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is such a stupid day. god. i sound so sad in all my posts.. k. lets change it.. hey..! i love today.. shut up shut up.. wokaes.. woke up.. and slept back again. woke up again.. and watched oprah.. god .. tht women.. isnt she sick and tired of giving other people gifts. give me lah instead.. hahaha.. wokaes.. so.. decided to clean up the entire house and got $20.. from my sis.. 10 to top up my farecard. $10 to top up my hp.. so.. yeah.. went all the way to regent.. to study.. =).. rigghht... " please stand behind the yellow line..".... dont want...!! hahaha.. so went to my grandma's house and stayed there.. and i went back  home.. yeah.. thts it.. kinda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. except for the fact tht i cried my lungs out just now. still having hiccups.. can't talk to anyone cause my hp got confiscated.. kuang3.. damn2.. fish lah.. im kinda irritated. but my dad kinda made it better so nah. no biggie.. no hp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righttt... give me one week and i'll be dead.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, someone doesnt remember me.. =P.. hahaha.. just kidding kidding..  looking 4ward to  meet you.. tralala tralala.. =)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. just now, i kinda have a brain block.. haha.. is tht the phrase. right.. so0o0, niwaes.. i was at my grandma's house.. and i was watching national geographic.. k.. if this seems to disgust you, im sorry... so0o.. as i was saying.. hmmm.. it was a film about turtles.. so cute cute young turtles.. finally having their first taste of freedom in the wide sea.. so cute turtles.. but suddenly. they concentrated on mating.. it so0o poor thing ok.. really really.. i mean.. the female turtle was swimming.. and suddenly a male turtle came on top of her.. and he's such a fucking lazy ass.. he just like.. free ride sia.. wtf.. i got pissed.. and a few minutes later.. about 8.. and i mean EIGHT...!!! fucking male turtles came to attck the male turtle which was mating and went on the female.. so imgaine.. a so poor thing female being squashed by 9 huge turtle.. all fighting to mate with her.. and she needs to breathe for heaven's sake... haha. k i can't belive i talked about this but i just have nothing else to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh yeah.. k.. let's talk about the trip to regent... its so0o funny.. k.. i felt like a freaking kindergarden child because i screamed.. kinda.. got excited when i saw swimming pools.. haha.. its so nice and cooling.. such a hot day..god. i think i should shut up.. so00o.. mr lim said tht band is getting quiet because im not around.. haizz. i miss band.. so0o0.. im gonna go to combine tomorrow.. yey yey! and tomorrow there's lesson.. god.. nehmind.. i don't think tht this holiday can be called holiday.. you wanna know why... cause i have to go to sch everyday..yeah.. like wtf.. dont want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. my eyes are gonna be swollen like shiqa.. ouh ya.. you people should make shiqa cry like hell.. she looks so freaking old when her eyes are swollen.. not like i love to see you sad.. but ts just cool to see your eyes like tht..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. hi.. my name is nur kamalina.. you can call me nur kamalina, kamalina, malina, lina, ina, na.. or a.. hahaha.. right kamalina.. right.. im getting lamer by the second sia.. wtf wtf wtf... =).. k.. gtg.. bubbye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114900367855134448?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114900367855134448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114900367855134448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114900367855134448' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114890596797822829</id><published>2006-05-29T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-29T12:32:47.990Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wtf wtf wtf wtf...........! tralala tralala.. god.. today's one hectic day.. really really.. woke up so early in the morning... cause i got nightmares about malay o level.. snap twist jinx to nurul faradella..! the ashadelliqah was suppose to meet at 720.. imagine.. no no.. not my idea.. its again.. our louhan.. haha.. but everyone was being paranoid.. me esp.. so just meet...then of all... times.. nurul wanted kamus cause she didnt have one..   .. she called everyone.. she was so0o cute and panicky.. eewww.. cant believe i called you cute.. but nehmind.. im cuter.. righgghttt.. * bluek *.. so.. didnt get.. so rushed to school to get some kamus for nurul and price...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waitt... don't you people think its weird to call nurul fara.. i mean dee is ok.. nurul is ok.. but fara dont sound her.. no offense but nurul have more character.. like kamalina..nicer than ina right.. but na is the best... =).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s0o0o.. somebody forgot to bring her wallet and thus her entry proof too.. hahaha.. wht a day.. nehmind.. lalalal.. lalala.. run here.. run there.. and we were at our seats.. so had our malay exam.. and its super duper auper buper cuper euper fuper guper.., k i think you get the idea..., huperly hard... and difficult.. and la and li and lu.. god im talking nonsense but thts wht i've doing s0o0 i'll still continue... so.. fuck all tht.. and went to techview., haha.. ate mee soto.. i am not a cacat nye org ok people...!! you all so0o0 bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so00o0o0o.. somebody decide to tell us jokes.. and then she laughed to herself... until she cried.. hahah.. i dont get you man nurul. hahaha.... k i ask you a joke.. the joke is really damn amusing... i dont know why. of all jokes.. i really like this joke... so its goes like this..... which animal likes to say why....??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pigs.. if you don't get it.. you;re superly damn freaking horribly irritatingly slow... hahah.. slow.. people.. k.. i am so0o0 sorry.. i m paranoid.. cause the bad news tht i just kinda got, is really gonna make me cry.. but no..! trying my best to put it at the back of my head.. and smile.. =).. see im smiling.. will be and continue to forever.., unless.. someone die ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ i really hope i get knocked down by a freaking concrete lorry.. you know. the big big ones. and i will die.. so, my future plans on speeding along the highway with my nice nice motorbike won't come true.. bo0o0h0o0o.. kamalina.. shut up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubbuye.. take care...=). smile like you mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114890596797822829?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114890596797822829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114890596797822829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114890596797822829' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114847357647715217</id><published>2006-05-24T12:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:26:16.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey..  i missed my computer alot, so i just took this oppurtunity.. nobody's at home.. s0o0o0o.. my sister is a damn bitch.. really!serious.. certified.. if you're reading this, i'm glad..=P.. you should fuckingly know wht you've done.. oh my god.. im so sorry ur majesty... damn you lah.. nk cium pantat...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't want.. hahaha.. k.. tht is like everyone's favourite word.. haha. miss faizah was scolding me.. i went to class late.. 20 minutes like tht.. and i still wanted to go to the toilet.. so she forced me to go back to my seat.. i said..." don't want".. hahaha.. wtf was i thinking..? luckily she didnt scold.. not in the mood mah.. so0o0o..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. im so0o0o sick and tired of listening to unreasonable people talking.. god. wth.. i mean seriously.. how stupid can you get &amp; the school is getting lamer by the second.. first when late comers.. you have to do cs.. go around the school.. with this ugly2 vest.. tht puts cs.. ^campus superstar^.. so nobody listens and more people still come to school late.. including shiqa's boyfriend's best friend.. whose late like.. too much to count.. haha.. so, then tht thing didnt work.. so, late comers have to run.. haha.. run 5 rounds around the quadrangle.. then, if late somemore. ten rounds.. hahaha.. now the lamest punishment.. sing the national anthem like alot alot alot of times.. god.. firstly you'rre just wasting yours, students, teachers time.. hah! stupid people do stupid stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the new rule about students can't be rude to teachers, and many many more really amazing sia.. kena suspended babe.. kaninna sia.. alot of students kena suspend.. and two oredi expel.. haha.. and someone said tht testimonial tht the sec 4s get will say your accumulated offenses.. i never saw my profile before shey.. am i rude to teachers..? haha.. as far as i know, tomorrow i kena expel.. kuang3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dAmn it.. i do talk alot. and what's worse is tht, malay is on monday and im talking in english. hahhaha.. lamrs.. haha.. fish it lah ehk.. my head's in a mess.. and my hair is stupid.. i cut it again.. no difference like duh.. but its uglier.. dont know why.. and dont care too.. and three.. and four.. tralala tralala sing a song of merry may.... DON'T WANT.!!!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiqa, are you a girl...? yap! haha... stupid stupid.. di di di di di... =)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;test test.. 1 2 3....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114847357647715217?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114847357647715217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114847357647715217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114847357647715217' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114809062353063532</id><published>2006-05-20T01:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-20T02:03:43.543Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.. i am so damn fuckingly pmsing by myself.. yesterday was one hell of a time. yeah..! precisely.. wokaes.. i just made a new theory.. if you are so happy, and laughing like fuck in the morning, you WILL AND I MEAN YOU WILL cry at night.. or the least, you'll get sad.. yeah.. thts wht happen everytime.. wtf wtf wtf... god damn it.. shit bag... i hate tht phrase. and him.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! k.. i feel like crying now.. nehmind.. let's just put it at the back of my mind now aite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so0o0o.. price and me saw this really really strange guy who looked like charlie charplin/hitler... with his misai.. god.. it was super duper same.. i fellt like i was in a silent movie when i glance at him.. kuang3.. haizz.. so, im getting ready for meet-the-parents session.. but guess wht..? my parents can't come.. whts more fun is that my sister wants to watch movie.. =)./ ouh... wht a day its gonna be babe.. instead of getting scolded and baa blah blarghh after each session with stupid teachers, im gonna enjoy it.. hehehe. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anyone of you watch one missed call part 2.. you should all hear the ringtone.. god its so damn fucking creepy... if anyne want of you receive the fucking tone, i tell you.. you will die...!! haha.. i was in a lift past few nights, and there was this nice smelling.. like frangipani.. i swear.. ouh my god.. wht made it worse was, the lights in the lift was flickering.. ouh god....!! i nearly shit in my pants.. oppzz i mean skirt.. damn it sia.. luckily i was with someone else.. could see sia she also scared.. but she act brave only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malay is in 9 days......! damn it you ass.. yeah.. shhh itt!wokaes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p;s... im really pissed off with you..! god. you don't even remember who thr fuck i am..? god.  who the hell do you think you are...? k fine.. i know its been long.. i mean really long since we talked but up to tht extend.. how the hell do you think i feel when you asked "who are you?"... god.. i felt like just breaking the damn phone in million of pieces .... i miss you so0o0o much.. friends jus dont come and go ok.. you promised.. your promises are so full of shit....!friends are not suppose to promise they'll be there everytime you need them.. they dont promise tht and just walked away from their lifes.. you ran away from my life.. practically vanish... wht the hell do you want me to do..? you can talk to me if you have any freaking problems with anyone or even with me...? im always here.. im just waiting for you... god.. i really hate you..... i swear i do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114809062353063532?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114809062353063532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114809062353063532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114809062353063532' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114786402263831395</id><published>2006-05-17T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:07:02.656Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey... just came home from sending bob and sloth to the busstop.. hmmm.. me and bob amde a song.... well.. kinda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dog is a a psycho... a psycho a psycho.. my dog is a psycho.. and this was what it said said said.... "woof woof"... hahahah! there's continuation of the beautiful song but nah.. let's leave it as it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god.. today is such a funny day.. i mean really.. first.. woke up early.. and lalala lalala.. cooked chicken. nuggets and french fries... yes... it was the preparation of ashiekha's b'day.. yey!! so she arrived late.. and in a very surprising manner.. nyahaha.. so, nurul, shiqah and bob hid in the toilet.. and while i was talking to ashiekha in the room, they prepare.. and oh ya.. we ordered pizza.. so, they called me outside and then there was candles on the pizza.. cool huh..? my idea.. =).. so, she was so damn shocked.. we all had a balloon and party hats... barney wokaes.. hehe.. felt like a young kid.. so, watched take the lead. got bored so just forward it to the last part when they danced the trisome tango.. and then watched cello and one missed call 2.. might as well, 2 missed calls.but no... suit yourself then. hahahaha... hope you had a lovely time with us aite bee darl.. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realise that i don't talked in complete sentences and i love to not stick to one topic at a time.. hahaha. never mind. try to kick the habit.. and biting my nails too.. yada2... got slapped real hard by my dad.. wtf.. ouh ya.. no maki-ing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... 12 more days to 'o' level.. i am s0o0o0o gonna die.. i mean... really.. if i don't get a b4 at least, i dont care whoever, whatever, however, i am gonna retake my malay.. i hate it.. i am a malay girl. but i get so low.. i should just jump down a building or burn myself to death using a stove.. or bungee jump with a rope that has been cut off.. or dive in a sea full of man-eating sharks.. or..... nah.. forget about it.. just wait 4 death.. nyahaha....  im lame.. no. you're lamer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really sick and tired of your stupid attitude...! ok! just go drink acid and lose your voice.. bitchy asshole.. you she-dick kannina in the brain... how is tht possible. i dont know.. but i dont care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh ya.. im gonna get some gloves and socks to march during pop.... =)... yey! so exciting.. hehehe.. can't wait.. to go or not to go to sch tomorrow... haizz.. hard hard desicion to be made by nur kamalina.. can't take this anymore.im getting crazy.. k.. shhh it... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg.. bubbye.. see ya later alligator.. in a while crocodile... and you're such a dick.. god.. nobody can't help and nor stand looking at you ok.. hah! now that's off my chest....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114786402263831395?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114786402263831395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114786402263831395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114786402263831395' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114778390403328124</id><published>2006-05-16T11:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-16T12:51:44.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog is HUNDRED PERCENT stupid....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yeah.. but im still blogging.. hahaha... suddenly i miss all my primary school fwens.. adilah, andrea, atikah, lina, zawanah, nadiah.. all those people ya.. k.. we should go out one day aite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.... niwaes.. im shutting my ears..and closing my eyes... wanna act oblivious to whatever that is happening around me...? especially to me.... ! wtf.. i dont know.. k.. shut up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. i said to miss faizah that she looked like a bull.. will that be shown in my record...? i hope not.. yada2..niwaes.. tomorrow im not schooling...! hehe.. yey!! woohoo! tralala tralala.. goona celebrate ashiekha's  bdaAY.. dont think she's gonna read it so it doesnt matter... haha... we're going to cook.. and put candles on pizza... is that possible...? hehe.. hope so.. =).. today is her b'day though.. go wish her ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. is love blind....?? go ponder about it and you'll realise that the statement is totally untrue.. you know why...? its the person who's blind.... !! nyahaha.. =P....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p;s... you made me happy today morning. really happy. i won't pretend anymore.=). thanks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114778390403328124?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114778390403328124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114778390403328124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114778390403328124' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114769068497160485</id><published>2006-05-15T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:58:04.973Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored. damn bored. aiyo.. i halfway completed watching a lot like love. haiz. such a sweet sweet show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes people.. if you were to have a movie marathon, what movies will you rent...? hmmm.. give me ideas.. tralala tralala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.. wokaes.. talking to akmal while blogging and he just ate ramlee burger.. how ironic.. kuang3... wokaes.. really.. mid-year.. is... a .... DISASTER....!!!... fuck it... ish.. cannot say fuck anymore..someone said that my vocabulary is very limited.. so, i 'll be an angel and dont ise any vulgarities anymore... =)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bein so damn childish on saturday. as usual. but he can actually layan me as usual.. haha... wokaes.. thank you and i apologize aitez... so sowie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should really shut up.. and i want rabbit... but no...! alahai.. please lah...  give me... ashiekha is turning 16 on 16. chey.. and its tomorrow... yey yey...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. gtg.. bubbye..... tc..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114769068497160485?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114769068497160485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114769068497160485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114769068497160485' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114753124091758717</id><published>2006-05-13T14:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-13T14:40:40.926Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.. have you people ever thought about what's your greatest fear...? hahaha.. i think i just realised wht's mine... losing my voice... is that a fear...? because i just watched the wig and the sister who lost her voice, looked so kesian... and she can't express herself at all.. all she does is write if she wanna say anything.. wokaes.. if i were to lose my voice, i don't think i can live. hahaha.. my god.. talking is like my life. i love to talk.. k.. k.  thinking about it, makes me shiver..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lame i guess... niwaes.. things are back to normal.. hehe.. =).. i think.. he is so kind. and is not angry at me at all.. well.. i wonder, when will he be ever angry at me... no questions asked.. wtf. i am like tying so slowly. and yada3.. im just bored. and having a terrible headache again.. aiyo yo tambi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... oh ya. yesterday was a very ok ok day. spent time with my cousins and aunties... my grandmum got about 20 roses from all her grandchildren.. alala.. so sweet right.. hehe.. its to celebrate mother's day.. sinday penat.. so.. ya.. niwaes. gtg.. bubbye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114753124091758717?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114753124091758717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114753124091758717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114753124091758717' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114735880624191769</id><published>2006-05-11T14:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:47:22.406Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey. niwaes.. do excuse me for these past few days.. tralala tralala.. my life's getting better.... or is it...? kuang3... welll.. never expect the unexpected.. and yeah. thts a good phrase. wokaes.. so, i was talkingto price and shiqs tht time.. and i don't know how the topic got about to death.. so, we were asking how the hell do you think you're gonna die... i said maybe doom's day.. because people say its coming really soon... ok ok.. hahaha... and then price said that she's gonna die in a car crash.... oh my god...! we were asking why.. and she said it was because she can't drive. dang.. hahaha,. thts funny wokaes.. niwaes.. ashadelliqah.. wanna take lg again..? its soon fun.. ouh wait.. you can't.. hahaha.. well well.. buy and let's get high.. hahahaha... fuck it lah.. you all ar.. naughty naughty.. nyahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poa is and will forever be a disaster. hate it to the core. and mrs chan has no freaking to insult us till that extent. wtf. fine i know its a stupid stupid stupid mistake and its like so fucking easy but don't do that again wokaes.. ya. like she's goona read it.. whatever.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get away from everything. rent a house when im financially stable. get a bike and speed along the expressway in the morning... 3 or 4 am.. and will die in a bike crash. die there straight, and burn in hell... nyahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a very very good plan but to be fuckingly financially stable, i need to be clever. which im not, so let's work hard aite.. =)... a good way to motivate myself.. dong.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~i don't care anymore. if i wanna kill myself by smoking millions of ciggs, just don't care about me wokaes. and marlboro red is disgusting. god.. yuck...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114735880624191769?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114735880624191769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114735880624191769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114735880624191769' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114726146036554254</id><published>2006-05-10T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:44:20.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey.. this is goona be a stupid post.. because im really having a teribble headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whoever it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think by now you have read whatever i wrote in my blog. i hope you don't feel hurt or whatever by what i said. because i don't really wanna tell you to you. you know what i mean.?i can't do it..  i'm really sorry.. and just now, when i called you. i was just too high to even think what i was about to say. when you said that you read my blog, i didnt know what to feel and just put down the phone.. i cried like fuck,  thinking that i did something wrong to you. you didn't call back... or even say anything to me... oh my god. what am i suppose to say..? what am i suppose to do...? beg you to come back to me. we've talked about this before right... we can never be together. its just in a matter of time.. well. time is over. and i think we're off our separate ways. goodbye and take care ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Kamalina~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. i will always love you. whatever i said to you these few weeks, tht i miss you and love you. it was the truth. i mean. it still is. till then........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114726146036554254?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114726146036554254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114726146036554254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114726146036554254' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114717463749019179</id><published>2006-05-09T11:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:37:17.510Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell is wrong with everything...? either someone's sad or depressed or just thinking of stupid stuff....? wokaes.. here goes.. niwaes.  im not saying that its bad wokaes. im just asking... not complaining.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiqah. my dear lovely girl... please. im here for you.. will always be here. i love you s0o0o much as a friend. you know how hurt i was when i read the letter.. i cried.. tears running out my eyes for you. and haziq. please. we're all here.. just believe that everything is gonna turn out ok alright...? trust me. we're all in a confused state of mind. once you all settle down, everything will be back as normal. believe me. us. on this aite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes. niwaes. went out with pricey ... AGAIN...&lt;em&gt;"sighs"..&lt;/em&gt;.  haha.. kidding kdding.. with amina.. wanted to catch a movie.. but fuck it all,  no fucking nice show to watch. so ate at food culture and went take neoprints... cooLaGroveY. babes... hahaha.... tralala tralala.. sing a song of merry may.. niwaes.. some people thought that i actually stead with hadi. haha.. and someone is jealous of me because i flirt with her boyfriend.. wtf is wrong with them...? i dont know.. i dont care.. wah lau... sial ar.. kuang3.. wokaes.. niwaes. wanna say something to that someone aite.. i dont know whether he even knows its him im talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whoever it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck do you treat me as..? a weekend girlfriend.. someone you only care about at least one quarter of your fucking life. hello.. im here.. your sweet-nothings are so out of this world... you come back every single time.. saying you miss me.. you this you that. do you think youre the only one with feelings..  wtf am i then..? just a bitch trying to steal you away from your damn girlfriend.. and when i wanna leave you because of your girlfriend, you say you break up with her oredi... oh my god.. not only are your sayings are out of this world, its horribly factless... what you say are all lies... i think its better that you should shut up.. last time, you came back to me.....  you said that you're better than your own friend, because your friend always hurt me.. well, look at the mirror yourself, u dumb bastard.. whose hurting me more now.? huh...?? you're so full-of yourself.. just forget it.. i wont be taken by any of your words anymore......!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Kamalina..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's a fucking great burden off my chest.. yey! i hope he reads it. so lazy to fight or say anything anymore. to tired to feel hurt aite.. im so sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss him. i really do. don't even know him anymore. ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114717463749019179?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114717463749019179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114717463749019179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114717463749019179' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114709300597391213</id><published>2006-05-08T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:56:45.986Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wtf...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you please tell me...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. im a physchopath... is that the spelling....? nah dont care.. fuck it.. fish it... ouh ya.. fish.. speaking of fish.. TODAY..... is the most tiring day ever lived by me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so had poa paper. fuck it ok.. so goona flunk poa.. shouldnt have drop.. k k. no time to regret.. wokaes.. so, went to techview and then went to bedok poly coz nurul is sick.. is.. and still.. hahaha.... =P.. so ppooorr fara right...? fara.. ish.. since when i call you fara shey...? get well soon ok...? love you loads.... wokaes. so, after that went to school.. hanged out at senior citizens and all separated.. me and price was thinking wtf we should do...? walk go mp tamp bedok.. so, decided tamp. took 65 .. so walked around reallllll slow.. went orgasmic at the watches.. hers was fossil while mine swatch.. keep a watch on your ass.. hahahahaha... so, after that, thought of like walking around some more and suddenly we met fitriyana.. so hanged with her.. at mac.. tralala tralala... talked talked and she left. sat there for a while and we decided to walk somemore.. and we decided to go home at last as it was tiring us down.. ouh ya...ate old chang kee..so dilly dally and reached the interchange. and we went home.. at last........................................ tiring day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and my whole family is with stupid stupid guppies... kak!! you better not freaking change your mind on wanting the cute cute rabbits ok.... you person... aiyo.. guppies like so ugly only.. haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you lah... haizz... hmmm.. im sad. real sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and him. my friendship with him is like going down the drain.. i miss him more than ever... its like diff.. i miss his jokes.. i miss me crying to him. i miss talking to him late at night and got scolding.. him by his dad.. and me by my mum... i miss his "god damn it!".. i miss his stupid lame jokes.. i miss him.. just him. him singing. his singapore idol. i miss him asking me whether he can call.. i miss his mepekness.. i miss him scolding me. i miss him calling me private part. i miss calling him irritating small asshole.. i miss him calling me kamalina. i miss telling him i hated being called kamalina by him... i miss him saying that kamalina has more "ompff" if kena scolded.. i just miss him s0o0o0o much.... and now im crying.. wtf..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him. alot alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114709300597391213?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114709300597391213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114709300597391213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114709300597391213' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114683070824368033</id><published>2006-05-05T11:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T12:05:08.253Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello ... niwaes.. do i drive myself to the brink of insanity....?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no..! i drive people insane... kuang3... i kept myself occupied after doing english.. tralala.. tralala.. screwed-up for poa oredi.. fuck it. damn..  wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed-up for poa...&lt;br /&gt;kinda cheated in phys.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;heard fitri sing just now.&lt;br /&gt;nice you know.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;met amina maisara.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at wak jof.&lt;br /&gt;separated with nurul and sloth.&lt;br /&gt;saw stupid girls with boots.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;saw a women who look exactly&lt;br /&gt;like ong lili.&lt;br /&gt;she wore strapless bra.&lt;br /&gt;shiqa said that.&lt;br /&gt;kuang3.&lt;br /&gt;went to street soccer.&lt;br /&gt;hanged around.&lt;br /&gt;shiqa went off.&lt;br /&gt;watched south park.&lt;br /&gt;co0o0o0oLLL..&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;and done.&lt;br /&gt;stupid day.&lt;br /&gt;hectic day.&lt;br /&gt;fucked-up day.&lt;br /&gt;everything pessimistic can fills up the vocab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to price about some stuff... felt like stupid shit.. haiz.. dunnoe lah.. haiz.. when people say stuff about someone else, they at times don't realise they're doing it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....na... na... na... hahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114683070824368033?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114683070824368033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114683070824368033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114683070824368033' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114622854300293513</id><published>2006-04-28T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:49:03.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" buka pintu hatiku ini. akan kah ku menerima...?  cinta yang sebenar ataupun hanya yang sejauh kata-kata di bibir sehaja...? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats so0o0o0o damn co0o0ll.. i love takraw more than anything now.. am i crazy or just crazy..? wel.. its obvious but nah i don't care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedok bedok north... eh ah eh ah.. nyahaha... wo0o0-h0o0o0o... hate those bitches.. like wtf...!!! yes sah yes sah.. pala otak kau giler....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinta itu, boleh diumpamakan bagai makan sambal belacan. walau pedas, sampai mengalir airmata.. tralala tralala.. don't know the lyrics.. but haha.. watever.. im losing my voice for sure.. after all those screaming.. im having aches all over my body for sure.. after all those dancing in public... haha.. yeah..! wanna watch more more matches with takraw.. sooo damn freaking cool lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im losing everything.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114622854300293513?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114622854300293513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114622854300293513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114622854300293513' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114570166478631164</id><published>2006-04-22T10:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-22T10:27:44.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;g= i love your hair.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;b= i luv u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tralala.. tralala.. so sweeeettttt righht..? haha.. niwaes... today i went to band. hmm.. haha.. missed price lah.. usually i'll be doing some stupid stuff with her during band.. god knows wht...? haha.. but i influenced jannah.. so, its ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't get what i'm trying to say.. but nah.. i dont care. i really don't.... i guess you don't too.. bluek.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting lamer by the day i guess and i'm practising to use as many paragraphs as i can.. because i realise that during social studies, i didnt do any paragraphing.. god damn it..............eh.. that phrase. it sounds familiar... kuang3.. niwaes.. yeah... practising, so during history, i won't forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.. are you...? ashaqah is at the syf thing.. i should be there.. but no.. dont wanna talk about it.. so whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i wanna carry on  talking for a longer time, but i'm too lazy i guess.. i'm lazy by nature.. =).. meeting him later.. again.. but who cares... he has swing swing song by all american rejects in his mp3......!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P;S=&gt; AND I LOVE HIS BOTAK HAIR... AND HIM.....!! &lt;3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. i'll stop here.. bubbye.. take care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114570166478631164?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114570166478631164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114570166478631164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114570166478631164' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114562950518125060</id><published>2006-04-21T14:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:25:05.280Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursday. took 60 and stop at the busstop near damai. walking home and thinking real hard. i mean there's just so much to think about. family, ashadelliqah and amina, band, schoolwork. 'o'.. him. him.. and again.. all of it confuses my mind. yes. i know i should know my limits to what, where and whatever.. its takes a lot of effort and it seems as though everyone is busy with their own stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.... while walking, i came upon this long long road.. its just b'side damai pri. yes.. i never realise how long it was until tht day. i usually walk through it with him. and i just realise that whenever i'm with him, i didn't want the road to end so fast. i'm so alone now. not that i'm asking for him to be with me. i can't be so fucking selfish can i...? i'm not... nah..  let things be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid-yr is on the roll.. gonna die.. i say man. social studies was ok. asked isa to wake me up at one in the morning but i slept back. how dumb can i be..? and if i were to wake up, i could got a distinction. because source-base was a total give-away. and structured was like fishing shit... i shouldn't have fucking study on educational stuff.. should have done merger... wtf. and i oredi pan to study merger when i 'woke up'... but no...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes... does anyone wanna buy musical night tickets..? $10.... yey yey! first time watching these kind of performance because usually i'll be with them, playing with the band... ='(.. yes.. thinking again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with people with the baguz...?? talking to azri and his fwens was like making fun of me lah... mumble mumble something.. i said huh....,. and then they went laughing like stupid retards, repeating bagus all the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p;s.. we got new classmates... gopal, mutu, samad and fatimah... tralala.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114562950518125060?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114562950518125060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114562950518125060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114562950518125060' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114525715938563576</id><published>2006-04-17T06:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-04-17T06:59:19.400Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate, leads to suffering.... and suffering leads you to die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahaha.. die you bitch.. i mean bastard... ~lalala.. i hate the sight of your stupid ass you babibuntal.. not you ok hazel.. another person... so sowie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am fucked up. and pmsing. now its my turn shahirah.. hell break loose baby..! nyahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p;s-&gt;.  alala.. GI baby... =P..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114525715938563576?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114525715938563576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114525715938563576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114525715938563576' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114518955143616186</id><published>2006-04-16T12:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-17T06:36:31.136Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/623/370/1600/kinderbueno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/623/370/320/kinderbueno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well well well.. have anyone ever seen anything that is like woooahhh in the whole entire world...??? wwell.. now you see it... hmmm.. love this chocolate to bits.. yummy yummy yum yum...!! &lt;3...&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P;S=&gt; love you loads lah, ass.. =P.. hehe... muacckss.. ~hugs~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114518955143616186?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114518955143616186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114518955143616186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114518955143616186' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114510730832984089</id><published>2006-04-15T13:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:21:48.340Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.. people.. today is one of the days... fuck it all aite... haizz....wokaes... went to band.. at 8.30 like tht.. got some stuff in the morning. so, met shiqah and helped her with some attendance things.. and after tht, sectionals.. and pitching is reaaalllyy difficult.. why ar...? haha.. stupid question asked.. wokaes.. wanted to msg yan coz he msged me and my credit is totaaly zilch... so, took shiqa's phone and just as i was about to msg him, someone called... " malia 9******* "... yeah.. thts about it.. been crying since then on.. went to kk.. take the buss 66.. i didn't go for combine.. met her and parents.. went to east coast.. and talk.. shout.. thousand of stuff.. went home.. called shiqa and went to wak jof.. thank you shiqa.. i really3 apreaciate it.. haizz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mistakes happen.. and everyone is not perfect.. will you repent and try to correct the mistake or just do something so horrible to save your face...? i know all this is not about face.. but i doubt you realise that you wanna save you own fucking face.. i'm willing to risk everything.. evrything.. even myself for her... but wtf!!! you are all like fucking thinking about yourself only.. i just don't know what else to say.. this time, i really think that a family had broken apart.. all because of selfishness.. i'm not even 16... im not mature enough ok.. for heaven's sake.. for these past few years, you all just put ten thousand of burden on me.. how am i suppose to handle all of it alone.. just put yourself in our shoes for a while.. and just hope you'll realise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114510730832984089?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114510730832984089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114510730832984089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114510730832984089' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114493342553181738</id><published>2006-04-13T12:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:03:45.643Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wei people... i made this poem.. about a long time ago.. nyahaha.. wokaes.. so here goes.. tell me how it rates can...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Why didn't you come back? Its so hard for me when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;has been said. Periods &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;of SILENCE are all that i have. Without you beside me; there's nothing left. You went away so fast,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;too fast. Now you're nothing to me, except the PAST. But you kept coming back, again and again. I've enough of this, let's just end this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;game. " It's not a game," you said. " It's what i really feel. Believe me on this, my love for you is real." &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEET-NOTHINGS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are all that you said. You never meant one word and you went to her instead. Times flies so fast, and we went our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEPARATE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;ways. Thinking of you, I sat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;down in daze. I still love you alot, nothing has changed a bit. Old &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEMORIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of you, fills up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;my entire head. I never found anyone new, and never regretted it. Dreaming of you, still makes my heart skip a beat. Us SINGING songs, and talking to late. Never wanting the time to rewind as it's all &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FATE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tralala.. tralala.. sing a song of merry may.. hehe.. yup2... niwaes.. gonna miss nurul... alala.. she went to melaka lah.. hmmm.. so have a great weekend aite.. take care aite.... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114493342553181738?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114493342553181738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114493342553181738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114493342553181738' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114475210365831048</id><published>2006-04-11T10:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-11T10:41:43.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wei hello people... i am such an ass.. i mean.. i am certified wokaes.. actually, the ska... shahirah, kamalina. thts me.. and ashiekha.. how lame can i get.. nah.. its ok.. niwaes.. yeah. did some stuff.. great but to think about no..! how about no... wokaes.. i wanna play a game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fill in the blanks babe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ _ _ is an manipulative bastard.... _ _ _ is a flirtatious enticing faggot... _ _ _ _ is an ultimate hilarious guy.. _ _ _ _ is _ _ _ _'s boyfriend.. hahaha.. yeah.. whose clever, please do fill in the blanks.... =)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. next week us mid year and i know im gonna so fail for my comb humans.. yada2.. wtf.. i hate it... and a botak asshole took us for eng just now and he's ten thousand, millions, billions, zillions, gazilions, bezilion, yaelion times worse than santa.. so.. told him to get a life.. wanted to but.. nah... hahaha... he got a good phrase though.... " self-flattering is an international disgrace..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...cool.. but too bad from him.. fish off.. someone has ogb.. i still love you loads though aite.. &lt;3.. hehe.. ~bluek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;losing my grip on you.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114475210365831048?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114475210365831048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114475210365831048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114475210365831048' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114424337201291172</id><published>2006-04-05T13:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:22:52.050Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hadi.... hadi...!! hadi kat ne....?? hahaha... =P... wokaes.. niwaes.. i'll blog.. need to occupy something in my mind comparing to nothing.... wokaes.. so... not alot of stuff happen these few weeks.. wokaes... i like this picture alot alot.. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/623/370/1600/see,say,hear%20no%20evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="252" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/623/370/320/see%2Csay%2Chear%20no%20evil.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute right... hehe.. see no eveil, speak no evil, hear no evil.. cute cousins of mine... im cutest though... haha..! shut up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~tralala tralala.. sing a song of merry may.... ok...  need to apologize to all singaporeans because i think its because of me tht it has been rainy.. and really heavily.. but who cares... nyahaha... just let me sing aite.. you wont want drought right....??? hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing him alot alot... i want him to sing to me... haizz... i just don't get him lah... so.. whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~where'd you go? i miss you so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114424337201291172?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114424337201291172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114424337201291172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114424337201291172' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114329243397512230</id><published>2006-03-25T13:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T13:13:53.986Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wei. k. yesterday... i let go. i let go of everything. all the burden. i'm so sick and tired of crying so i won't shed anymore tears. i didn't. i haven't i guess.. i'm keeping it all inside until just one day, until i manage to realise that i dont care anymore, i'll break everyting out and will be ok.. i hope. i wish. i pray aitez... i guess this will be the last post and when i'm ready, i'll blog. my family needs me. no more problems now. just endurance and concentration. take care k people.. this is not goodbye, so i wont say it... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114329243397512230?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114329243397512230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114329243397512230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114329243397512230' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114320664910775871</id><published>2006-03-24T13:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:24:09.120Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate the way you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;and the way you cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way you drive my car&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate your big dumb combat boots&lt;br /&gt;and the way you read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you so much, it makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;it even makes my rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you're always right&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you lie&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;even worst you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;and the fact you didnt call&lt;br /&gt;but mostly i hate the way i dont hate you&lt;br /&gt;not even close, not even a lil bit&lt;br /&gt;not even at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poem is written by katrina straford in 10 things i hate about you.. and that was the poem.. its really meaningful.. esp the last line.. yup2... wokaes.. i really like my full name now,.. somebody said tht its really nice.. =)..... nur kamalina binte mazlan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. and fuck all those who shouted like asses at me and yan at the street soccer.. and i mean it ok... basketball....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114320664910775871?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114320664910775871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114320664910775871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114320664910775871' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114294343290576311</id><published>2006-03-21T12:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T12:17:12.906Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo yo people... hehs.. k.. ya... today is a tuesday.. yerp.. i survived firz day of school which is yesterday and manage to escape all lessons without completing all homework... nyahaha.. yes sah..!! i am so fucking dead because im having o level but i am so damn lazy to even study.. haizz.. why must singapore or anywhere else job be based on results.. fuck it aite.. haizz..haha.. i dont even undestand wtf im trying to talk about... yada yada yada... shiqa's addicted word is now basketball.. hmmm.. just now the three classmates was having such a funny time.. we actually came late for humanities class half an hour late.. came inside class when she's not looking.. and survive.. wow!!! thts an achievement... ^can anyone suspect my sarcastism??^.... haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~lala... does anyone of you watch teletubies...? and sing the lala song.. i find it extrememly cute though... =).. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living miserably ever after... weeekkk... im crying.. watever... haha... see ya soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114294343290576311?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114294343290576311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114294343290576311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114294343290576311' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114277038736101742</id><published>2006-03-19T12:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T12:11:00.456Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/623/370/1600/pennywise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/623/370/320/pennywise.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k... look at this stupid stupid stupid stupid clown ok... this clown has been giving me the creeps and freaking nightmares since i watched it and when was it.. when i was about 5.. i was so terrified of sewers, longkangs, small drains tht you find in your bathroom... yes.. i am afraid of these stupid stuff.. and i am afriad of clowns and when they smile cause it will remind me of this stupid clown..and how he will say" do you want a balloon...?" fuck it all.. because you wanna know why....??? i watched it again just now.. my cousin manage to track down the cd and we watched it just now.. AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHT....?? its not even scary.. fuck it ok... im so damn pissed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. came back from a bad mood. as you all can see.. hahaha... yeah.. niwaes, sorry if i cant answer you calls or reply back.. my handphone is totally out of credit.. nah.. i'll wait for him to top up for me.. nyahaha.. k.. tomorrow is school reopen.. and i haven't finish up all of the homework.. and im dead meat, seriously. all my teachers can cut my up in tiny pieces and just feed to any dogs, cats, ducks, swans ok.... wtf. i dont know,.. hahah.. just feeling stressed up.. its just tht.. someone said tht i pentingkan my fwens more than my family.....hmmm.. i dont know wht to say about it.. watever..... gtg.. bubbye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114277038736101742?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114277038736101742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114277038736101742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114277038736101742' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114260586651208641</id><published>2006-03-17T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T14:31:06.570Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.... heheh.. wokaes.. i learnt something that is so cool.. but not really suppose to be proud of.. but nah. i dont care... i learnt how to roll a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;cigg&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;haha.. cool right... yeah.. but didnt smoke it lah though.. of course not.... rokok gulung... so coool.. haha... yeah.. its better to learn &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;right... =P... kz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. today is so0o fun.. hung out with the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;ashadelliqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and spent shiqa's dad birthday together.. i nearly burnt my hand by wanting to light up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;46 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;candles on the cake.. the cake was delicious.. nurul nurul... what was your pinggan's shape...? nyahaha.. k.. so, after tht.. went to study again... k... let me say it again... " &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;study&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ".. so.. hang around.. shiqa went off with her bro.. nurul with fit.. and then.. me and asha went to the busstop... i had to go to nanyang poly.. to meet my sister.. cool ok... went to take 87 and then 72.. i was&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sooooo thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to god that i didnt lose my way as i would have without the clear instructions from kakak.. hahaha.. ok.. so took 22 back home. and went to mala's house... to take some shirt for nurul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. tomorrow is nurul's compeition.... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOOD LUCK BABE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;. wish you all the best.. i wanna be there.. so, please pray tht i can go aite.... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love you loads..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; just remember my monkeyness and you'll be fine all the way.. jia you.. is tht the spelling.. nah.. dont care.. you can do k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. i wanna sleep.. cause im really3 tired.. nights..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114260586651208641?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114260586651208641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114260586651208641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114260586651208641' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114240367993623430</id><published>2006-03-15T06:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T06:21:19.946Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wokaes... it has been long yeah...? yah i know.. but nehmind.. heck care..~lalalala.. since you all know yesterday was another history made by bedok north symphonic band.. and yes.. it was super duper cool.. our very own second concert.. viva la musica two.. yeah baby.. the last piece, spaceship yamato was the most touching song i've heard and i felt like crying during the last movement.. k.. shut up.. i played it.. so..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. thanks people who came and shouted encore and let us shake our butts in public.. k.. firstly.. thankiew sooo much isa for the chocolates... azri. foir the present.. aisyah for the bear..and shahirah, charles..and everyone else for the chocolates.. thankiew haziq and azri for the hug.. and thankiew amina and adilah for being my seniors for such a long time... i love you alllll sooo much.. p;s... to acap sorry ar.. you should have told me first.. dont shock me like tht aite.. nyahaha.. =P..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. had camp for 6 days.. yerp.. friday saturday, sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday... 6 days right...? yah.. shut up. i know how to count.. hmmm... becoming blacker and blacker by the minute.. and sleepier too.. slept at 5 in the morning and woke up three hours later to clean up the bunk.. wtf..??!!  &lt;a href="mailto:!@&amp;^%*&amp;amp;^%!@#%^&amp;%"&gt;!@&amp;amp;^%*&amp;^%!@#%^&amp;amp;%&lt;/a&gt;...... yeah... i know.. i had fever on monday when i went back home.. was hivering like nobody's business and my sister could still on the fan.. haha.. yeah yeah.. and fuck it...!! i didnt watch dia.. damn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. i wanna sleep now.. even though its like only 2.. but nah.. its ok.. bubbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gelek gelek.... gelek gelek...... nyahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114240367993623430?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114240367993623430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114240367993623430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114240367993623430' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114173095569284553</id><published>2006-03-07T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T11:29:15.706Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a stupid breakdown during pc just now.. was discussing about something tht is damn sensitive and i just went running to the toilet...nurul and hajar went running to catch me... thank you so much guys.. love you people alot alot.. =).. hehe.. and azri was being such a dear.. kept asking whether im ok.. thank you.. love you... yeah yeah.. sure why not...? hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. had this career guide thing after school.. was really3 interesting esp the person who talk to us.. she damn funny sia.. she tells jokes and its all really funny... yah yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. just now during social studies.. kid asked me this question...&lt;br /&gt;"wht did the apple say to the pear...??"&lt;br /&gt;the answer is.................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"hi pear"... kk. i laughed like crap and got scolded by elf... tau tkpe... k after.. had to sit alone...and this muka cramped guy, named luqman.... asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wht did the grape say to the longan?"&lt;br /&gt;the answer is= "we're both botak..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck lah.. i kena scolded again lah by tht elf.. haizzz.... i laughed until i cried... yeah.. whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. these are the basic names tht are funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~kamalinabe&lt;br /&gt;~azritard&lt;br /&gt;~ashiekhaninna&lt;br /&gt;~irshaadup&lt;br /&gt;~hazizibra&lt;br /&gt;~farhantu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. wht weird names.. but nah. its ok.. its funny.... k.. bubbye.. see ya soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114173095569284553?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114173095569284553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114173095569284553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114173095569284553' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114155801517794299</id><published>2006-03-05T11:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-05T11:26:55.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wello hello... yeah.. today's sunday.. went to tuition 45 mintues late.. but by being the niece of my own tuition teacher, i was not scolded.. =)... hehe.. hmmm.. so, went home.. supposed to go jemputan and after tht, go meet my classmates to go for some fair thing... but all was cancelled and wht did i do.. clean up the whole house.. did the laundry and the dishes and the cooking.. nah.. actually half but still helped.. when down and bought thousand of things for my sister.. ya2.. she's getting hungier every moment.. you're gonna be bankrupt soon... bLuek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know.. if someone did a really sinful thing, would you support tht person even though....? will you be in the wrong too...? i love her.. i really really do.. i've gone through thick and thin with her.. alot alot.. i dont know wht can actually describe wht we've gone thru.. i am happy now because she has turned over a new leaf.. and i really respect tht.. love her for tht.. i will support her in anyway i can... im always here for you aite.. =).. love you loads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to shiqa... please stop doing this to yourself.. i am not denying tht i am hurt.. dont be retard aite.. do me a favour ok.. just stop feeling guilty.. you have no reason to.. you know tht yourself ... so.. just continue living life as it is now kz.. dont worry =)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. so.. my mum's going for an operation this coming thursday.... and im really scared.. no.. because i am not suppose to be scared.. im suppose to be brave so tht my mum can lean on me if she needs me... dont woorry aitte.. everything's going to be just fine... trust me.. im your daughter.. hehe.. =)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. gtg.. bubbye people.... juts appreaciate life ok.. just be strong... everything in life is just a test...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114155801517794299?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114155801517794299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114155801517794299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114155801517794299' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114139620769109016</id><published>2006-03-03T14:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:30:07.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.. hehe.. niwaes.. as you all see.. i have a new bag....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah.. not mine.. haha..its yan's.. i exchanged bags with him.. so next week, will then, i'll exchange back the bags with him...  haha.. got this cute cute cute keychain.. from hadi.. haha.. baby jack. thank you...=).. promise me wht you promised ok...? =P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. dont wanna talk about the stupid stupid test.. phys.. wht else.. could see tht miss faizah was so damn pissed.. she like so heck care.. not her fault.. haiz.. i wish i can do better.. niwaes.. i got my freaking verification slip oredi,.. damn it damt it. its like a week after my b'day.. and 13 days after hari raya... fuck it fuck it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. congratulatioons !! to my dear darling mushroom..!! amina maisara.. you got into tpjc.. &lt;strong&gt;fuiyyyooooo.. &lt;/strong&gt;best shey..hmm.. best wishes aite.. niwaes.. today is raimi's b'day..and since i haven't talked to you for almost a year.. i still wanna wish you happy b'day.. hope some miracle happen and you browse through and read this.. nyahaha.. and arnina's b'day is tomorrow.. yey!! happy b'day to you my dear.. best wishes too aite. and congrats on your posting..mi.. kewl dude.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes... today.. i saw him. smiled. walked away. that's all... after 14 days. 3 hours and 25 minutes of silence and not able to hear his voice, i saw him. and thts all... tht's all.... i wanted so hard to stop myself from crying but everything just came out.. all the tears i've kept.. just came rushing out from my eyes... i've been so moody these past few days... i just can't help it.. he's just rotting my head... fuck it aite... see ya soon.. bubbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p:S... yan.. thank you for tht bag.... and the bag you have now is oh-so-gorgeous.... =)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114139620769109016?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114139620769109016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114139620769109016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114139620769109016' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114121361994396325</id><published>2006-03-01T11:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T11:46:59.956Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people.. hmmm... today i was singing a sing in class and suddenly i cried.. i'm fcuking crap sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" to still be suffering is stupid after all of this time.. did i lose my love to someone better. and does she love you like i do.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haizz... did i really lost all my love for you for someone else...? please.. just find me a person who can love you more than me, and i'll be really glad to forget about you.. i miss you alot alot.. i kept thinking.. wht is happening...? just all of a sudden you're like this, its been weeks since we talked properly... i'm just head over feet for you.... just say it straight to my face so that at least its easier. i know the truth.... its just silence now.......................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep crying..  thinking about him.. its been an irritant.. fuck it k.. niwaes.. had my physics test just now.. wokaes.. it was ok.. i just can't answer thr fucking last essay question tht consists of 5 marks... and the whole test is 35. so i lost 5 marks just like tht... *ppooff*... haizz.. and the most i can get is like 29 or 28.. damn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. concert is in another 12 day.. and my parents are going on a holiday....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; me... nah it ok.. i'll have a great time in camp...  bluekk..!! yeah. kamalina stop lying to yourself.. but its ok.. wish me luck on reverie.. yeah. i love bar 21..!! =).. k.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;soooo.. i have a solution to the problem.. i should think of somehting else such as band, studies and my family.. and then, i wont think of him.. when i do.. i'll just sing or just do something stupid.. ~lala.. as always.. hahaha... love ashadelliqah.. we rock...!! i know.. =P.. k.. gtg.. bubye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114121361994396325?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114121361994396325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114121361994396325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114121361994396325' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114113215673988315</id><published>2006-02-28T12:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:09:16.783Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello people... azri... alahai.. you always have your silat lessons lah.. no need to go aite... niwaes... she is like ... arGhGh.. and i dont like her... go and hurt her more tau.. hehe.. =)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. niwaes.. was reading my fwen's blog. and i was browsing through the archive.. and and.. hahaha.. there's a joke inside one of the previous blog.. aite... here goes.. and as always.. if you don't find it funny, cry kz.. bluekk..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" hey..i don't mind you calling me a bitch.. but if you call me a pelacur, tht's out of line... listen ok you dog, i don't talk to dig verbally.. i talk to them physically....!!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. sorry sorry. but im sure you also find it funny right.. =)... love you despite it aite.. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut my hair... no. i didn't cut lah anyone.. my mum bite it off... wht a question... kuang3... yada2.. is short and i am losing all my curls.. tralalala.. haizz.. fuckadoodles... damn it.. but nah.. dont care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so today's physics test was cancelled.. haha.. and miss faizah taught us to save because you know wht... she saved about $4000!!! after she finished jc.. can you believe it.. and by then, she manage to like travel all around the world.. fuck sia.. she went to taj mahal.. great wall of china.. even nudists at germany.. hahaha..!! yeah. everyone was laughing like fark in class just now because of luqman.. haha... she wore a bikini.. wtf.. never mind.. love my new forty-five 'A'... its cool.. full of funny people.. people who come from all walks of life.. ok.. shut up before you start crapping. ~lalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you were history with the slamming of the door And I made myself so strong again somehow And I never wasted any of my time on you since then .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;k.. the lyrics are nice right.. yeah... one of the oldies.. hmm.. damn it.. missing him alot alot.. doubt he cares... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>hello hello.. people.. of singapore.. fuck it.. im lame..but nah. its ok.. niwaes.. i didnt flunk my phys test.. but with tht kind of results.. i think its better for me to fail.. chebye chebye.. niwaes.. this is kind of a funny joke.. i think its funny, if you dont, go and cry k... bluek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy= well.. guess i'll see ya around.. and before i go, juz wanna say,&lt;br /&gt; I HATE U.&lt;br /&gt;girl= k tht's good.&lt;br /&gt;boy=yup i know.. now, that's off my chest. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. busted shey you.. i hope you know its you.. but seriously you're funny.. kuang3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... got a major crisis at hand now.. damn it.. haiz.. its all her fault.. never mine.. but its always me, being blamed, accused, vindicated... why...? am i really a burden to the people around me...? my parent..? am i...? im only fucking 15.. not even 16.. and you people expect me to hold some freaking responsibilty like im some sort of an adult...! fuck it k.. fuck all of it.. just get away from me.. suckers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k..i think i having bad mood... haha.. damn it lah... watever.. heck care kz... ~lalala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114061270371916011?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114061270371916011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114061270371916011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114061270371916011' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114035859868998047</id><published>2006-02-19T14:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-19T14:16:38.806Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k.. hello people.... hmm.. niwaes.. to my dear darling azri.. thank you so much aite.. for giving me the hello panda. =P... yeah.. niwaes... achap... happ'y advanced b'day aite.. tomorrow your b'day... hahaha.. happy b'day to you.. happy b'day to you... ~lalala.. i dont want it to rain anymore so i should shut up.. kuang3... good luck with everything ya.. and best wishes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. got my mocha yesterday.. yummy yummy yum yum... ouh god.. however cold it was yesterday, the chocolate made it just nice... hahaha.. thank you so much isa... hmmm...yeah... niwaes.. i am wearing tudung now.. hehe.. am so proud of it.. i''ll make a commitment to it... insyaallah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. went to geylang just now.. and while waiting for the bus, saw luqman.. haha...he made the funny face.. but i know if i make the same face also, it'll be funnier.. ahahaha... yeah luqman.. i'll box you up... hahaha... niwaes.. i am so in love with the tarikan nafas yang terakhir...aiyo.. it is so nice.. i think i've been singing it alot and it has been raining like forever.. hahaha... kuang3.. watever lah eh kamalina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. k i better go.. bubye... niwaes.. i dont fight with him over some food and beverages tau syaherah.. i fight with him alot alot... =P...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114035859868998047?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114035859868998047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114035859868998047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114035859868998047' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-114009433001078699</id><published>2006-02-16T12:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T12:52:10.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aitez.. today is a funny day.,. wokaes.. hmm.. firstly the band camp will be very very very long indeed.. from friday to wednesday....  six days.. yerp2.. hope it will be fun.. but then exhausting lor.. did i get the spelling right..? ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. niwaes.. oh yeah.. the theme of the camp is famous deceased musicians.. wooohhoo.. i wanted bob marley.. ouh wait.. someone thinks tht he's not dead.. oh my god.. hahaha.. niwaes.. had phys just now and you know wht.. the patterns for the magnetic field is so beautiful.. beauty of the nature is oh-so gorgeous.. damn it.. should have taken a picture.. hmm. niwaes.. we , the forty-five 'A' students was drawing the patterns, and miss faizah said tht we're slow.. someone said tht slow and steady wins the race.... she doesn't agree.. we said about the hare and the turtle tale... she said tht the turtle is a retard..aiyo yo.. give bad hope to kindergarden students lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of kindergarden.. nurul's song is hilarious.. with her cramped face..&lt;br /&gt;" woke up this morning and my papa was gone...&lt;br /&gt;ooooo wee. cip cap pa cap pe cip..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like so the kekek sia.. nehmind.. niwaes.. shiqa and nurul ate chocolate and had it all over their mouth.. and the best thing they did was kissed me.. both my cheeks was full of chocolate.. eeeww.. aiyo yo tambi...hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. gtg....see ya later. bubbye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-114009433001078699?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114009433001078699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/114009433001078699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114009433001078699' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113974757891386926</id><published>2006-02-12T12:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:33:00.540Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people... how are you people...? haha.. whtthefark...? i dont know.. watever.. im siao.. i know.. hehe.. niwaes.. its been a long time since i've updated.. hmm. yeah.. niwaes.. missing goes well with chocolate kz.. because to miss someone is sweet.. but i prefer chocos.. so missing someone goes well with chocs.. hmmm.. what kind of chocs..? well.. i love kinder bueno.. but i have a huge crush on hello panda.. irshaad.. you better get tht for me... tht hello panda for me.... =)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... these week is kinda filled with up and downs.. congratulatins to amina, arnina.. and everyone who did well... and to whoever didn't. no worries aite.. ite isnt the end of the whole... there are a whole lot of chicks and hunkz... think positively ya...? =)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes... dont you people agree if someone eats 9 doughnuts at a go are crazy...?? haha.. yeah.. hope you are readin this... hehe.. yeah.. i know.. but i know you still love me.. kuang3...  no worries aite.. on your birthday, i'll get you your list of things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 3 kit-kat chunky&lt;br /&gt;2) ferrero roccher &lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) a macdonald meal&lt;br /&gt;4) 5 ring doughnuts, hmm.. maybe 2 chocolate, 2 rainbow, 1 sugar.&lt;br /&gt;5) 2 magnum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................ hahaha.... dont ask..  i have to get it for my lovely darling... hahaha... yeah2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tak kenal maka tk cinta...&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. i was at a syarahan and the ustaz was talking about it.. true2...&lt;br /&gt; cemburu adalah tanda sayang....&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. true2.. hahaha... k.. shut up.. i should shut up.. bubbye.. see ya soon... take care aitez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113974757891386926?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113974757891386926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113974757891386926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113974757891386926' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113931262921533461</id><published>2006-02-07T11:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T11:43:49.226Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to err is human, to forgive is divine...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a mother can't forgive the daughter for just something tht she had done.. thts not divine.. why does a mother only look at our flaws and not what we did right? why can't she see tht we have done so much and also suffer as much as she did... she says what she wanna says not even thinking how it will affect us... i rather have you leaving bleeding wounds on me everyday than to hear you saying things tht doesnt even make you guilty bit... beacuse of you.. i really wanna change. i am gonna forgive whoever deserves.. not like you some piece of hypocritical shit.. damn you... stop being a pain in the ass lah... you suck up to your husband but then, if you're all alone, hell break loose... haizz.. such a pity he never gets to see you the way you really are... hmm.. maybe i'll record wht you say.. let him hear... at least, if he's in a wrong, he'll apologize... you.. have you ever said sorry..i dont think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. i think i've said enough... hmm.. chill to the baby.. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113931262921533461?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113931262921533461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113931262921533461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113931262921533461' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113907131751467258</id><published>2006-02-04T16:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-04T16:41:59.126Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people.. its been a long time since i have updated. lala.. niwaes.. hmm.. let's recap.. baik.. hmm.. came back from the really long holiday lah.. aiyo yo.. tiring babe.. hmmm.. during the four days, didnt even do anything for malay.. i promise you, i didnt do a single bit.. nyahaha.. but even though manage to complete it during the three art periods lah.. hmm.. ouh ya.. holidays.. went to watch memoirs of a geisha. its really nice.. but i still wonder why in the hell tht chiyo girl loves chairman so much when he just treat her a freaking ice kachang......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh!!!??? ice kachang... sowie2.. i dont know whts its called.. haha...  niwaes, after tht, went to meet ashiekha and got home, slept a while and went to NIGHT SAFARI....!!! woohoo. cool dude.. sweet... oh my god.. its been ages since i went there.. and it was cool... the most scariest thing about tht place is when everyone was forcing me to go inside the bat enclosure.. mak kau... the bats was like so the huge... enormous... humungeous... is tht the spelling.. nah.. dont care.. haha.... ya.. its soooooo huge lor.. hmm... k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. to ashiekha and heryadi... i'm really sorry to hear about the loss.. take care ok you people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people just come and go.. dont really know when is the time... say wht you really wanna say now.. no regrets.. dont take any time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do take care ya people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulations to my parents who are going to haji this december... alhamdullillah.... =).... hope tht she will not take advantage and thus take care of me... stop this sinful style of life we're having and change now... before its too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes... last thing.... at last.... i am willing to gather up the courage to actually forget him.... after two damn fucking years..............!!! but i am not sure whether i am able to take it... really trying hard lah... hope i will not regret k... wish me luck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.. i sound as if im going to war.. hahaha... nah.. take care people.. bubbye. see ya soon.. niwaes, shiqa.. i love your remix of the monkey song... i'm gonna sell records babe... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>my blog is stupid.. i cant seem to put the pictures together.. yes yes. i know.. its not the blog.. but is me.. excuses excuses.. dont really feel like typing anything now.. so, i'll just blog as soon as my pictures done... =).. sowie.. and take care ok everyone.. and also......!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; happy chinese new year to all my chinese fwens.. gong xi fa cai.. is tht the spelling.. im so sorry.. hmm..i'll bring you all oranges on wednesday kz.. bubbye....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113836155915793962?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113836155915793962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113836155915793962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113836155915793962' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113801620835597125</id><published>2006-01-23T11:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T12:21:04.006Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.. today is a monday.. well well well.. suppose to be playing national anthem... and then, all of us are like so ready to play it lor.. but then.. got announcements saying that because of the weather, everyone have to go back to class.. nyahaha.. niwaes.. wokae... today .. its like everyone is sick... flu, sore throat, fever.. stomachache...you name, they got it.. i mean.. not saying it in a bad way.. but then.. so poor thing.. farhan, yat all went back home.. luqman also. i gueess.. he went back lor... haha... hmm... let's think so.. shiqa didnt go to school... she's sick.. luckily you didnt come to school.. or else later during pe you pengsan oredi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes... the ashadelliqahs.. i just wanna say tht i really love you.... i mean seriously... maybe i never told you people... but then i wanna let you know tht i really appreciate you to the max.. love you loads.. i just can't stand the fact tht some of us are going separately this year.. who knows who is gonna be in the same poly, jc. coourses or all those.. i mean.. i never can imagine a day spent without you people.. i could have never passed these four years without you people b'side me.. i know tht at times, we are pissed at each other. but i hope this little2 stuff just makes us even more closer and tht really nothing can break up apart... love you all loads... ^ slash our wrists and call us sisters ^ &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/623/370/320/ashadelliqah.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113801620835597125?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113801620835597125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113801620835597125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113801620835597125' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113792186983674412</id><published>2006-01-22T09:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-22T09:24:29.906Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wei people... wokaes... i'm damed bored.. my sister just finish kicking the closet.. chill to the baby kakak... im here.. no worries aite... niwaes... her ipod is filled with so nice songs..and the only thing i do is, waste her battery .. nyahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nurul and shiqa pierced their ears.. ouch... darn.. luckily i wasnt there.. if i was, i think i would have fainted.. woohoo... i would never ever get my ears pierced anymore.. ~LaLaLa.... heEheE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes... there's national anthem tomorrow.. excited.. you think we gonna like we did last week.. maybe we'll dance.. hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldilocks is not a lame name right...?? i hope its not... isa's brother... rahman.. said it is... i doubt its even rahman... hmmm.. i should shut up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/623/370/1600/MALIA%20365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="255" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/623/370/320/MALIA%20365.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is kamalia.. and kamalina.. the craziest people ever caught on camera... and kamalina.. i didnt know you had dimple...&lt;br /&gt;~haha.. im crazy i know... but then, i think she's crazier... hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113792186983674412?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this year... oh my god..&lt;br /&gt;thts kinda fast shey.."&lt;br /&gt;" precisely.. its like... "&lt;br /&gt;" yesterday... yesterday i was sec 4 and you're sec 2.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times flies by so fast.. it seems like only yesterday.. had so many regrets for these past few years... don't you think so...? haizz.. dont wanna talk about it lah.. uhuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now came for malay class late. and cikgu amir was so pissed and started to throw things all around.. but tht, after the class, shiqa told me something funny... wtf.. cikgu said this, " harapkan pagar, pagar makan padi..."... and you know wht tht stupid shiqa actually say, harapkan agar kamu makan taik... mampuz... k.. im so sorry shiqa.. i know you love me.. wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. had band and got scolded from sin yee because me and price late.. yerp.. both of us will die together k... nopez.. the ashadelliqah... of course... love you people... and also amina including...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatthehell am i doing....? im talking nonsense.. there's nothing going on in my brain right now except for him... yesh. him... ~lalalalala... =P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. i wanna go see yan perform tomorrow. i hope, i wish, i pray... can lah k. insyallah... kuang3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes... hmmm... can't think of anything else. but i think there is gonna be another fight now.... because my sister is not home and its reaching 11 now... goddamnit... aiyo yo tambi.. k lah.. gtg.. bubbye.. see ya soon.. on kids central... ouh ya,  azri if you reading this, good luck kz my dear... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113776845883799954?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113776845883799954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113776845883799954'/><link rel='alternate' 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anything about it.. i mean.. nt you.. me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you shouldnt made me fall for you so badly when you knew i loved someone.. now tht he doesnt even matter and you're all in my head, you left me for good.. im not blaming you.. i should be the one cursed by you so badly... haizz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you told me things tht i really wanted to believe.. seriously. i wanted to believe you so much.. but i knew you for just a short period of time, i don't know whether you meant it or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was just an excuse because i knew tht i fell for you oredi... fell for you so badly.. thought about you so much.. but then, you didnt wanna talk to me, so i just waited.. for so long, i didnt meet you.. about a month, i missed you so much.. and suddenly, a message you sent me, my world came crashing down on me.. but i felt to proud to even cry and i laughed it off...  how stupid can i be damn it..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... now everything's over.. i hope you're happy with her... i really loved you.. so, good luck,, and goodbye kz... =/...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= how ironic can life be...?? =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113741333996126976?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113741333996126976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113741333996126976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113741333996126976' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113723723853504926</id><published>2006-01-14T10:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:13:58.553Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ cut our wrists and call us sisters ^.. im so sorry you guys.. i just forgot to put on the ring today.. niwaes.. someone just spelled camouflage as camlufalhe...hahaha... niwaes.. today is the sec one cca orientation.. had to kinda 'persuade; the sec 1s to join band or else its a no-no for band.. haizz.. please eh people.. join the band.. its fun... hello... which other cca go other country and meet new fwens and sight-seeing all at the same time.. aiya.. so many advantages.. haha.. join k.. =)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. finish performing, so fcuking dissapointed because we were like didnt even get to freaking play copacabana.. wtf.. haiz. dont wanna say anything... anyway... after tht, went down go around everyone's cca booth.. then the ncc people put camouflage on nurul, shahirah and my face.. like wht the hell.. cannot come out sia.. thank you eh fadlee.. for taking out most paint.. =)... hmm.. yup.. so sorry eh shiqa we didnt follow you to parkway.. niwaes.. then the ashadelliqah without shiqah.. went to eat at wak jof..  after tht, shiqa said tht she left her section t-shirt at school.. actually no need to go ar. but then nurul wanted to see SOMEBODY... so, we went back... was finding2 stuff.. then, shahirah chased me... and she stopped to dance ska.. and all of a sudden, her shoe flung off.. and fell at the the first storey...... hahahaha..  i laughed as if there was no tomorrow... haha.. and they still could make me laugh by wanting to dance the cha-cha... haha.. the sight was simply hilarious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg.. bubye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>hello... camat hari raye.. hehe... woke up kinda early.. and to find out tht my dad smelled of kambing.. aiyo yo tambi.. so the smelly... great day.. watched pontianak harum sundal malam.. kinda confusing but manage to understand it lor.. the banshee.. is it..? niwaes.. ya the banshee is very funny.. before wanting to take the baby away from ana, she listened to the conversation under a table.. since when pontianak hide under a table.. haha.. serious serious...&lt;br /&gt;when to uncle yo's house... yo yo yo wassup wassup... haha.. niwaes.. ya... went to his house and then watched hot chick.. and then played with eka's computer and then was browsing through her pictures and there i saw a fcuking handsome guy who looks like my cousin from malaysia.. haiz.. i was so speechless.. but he's secondary 1 for heaven's sake.. but never mind.. he's so damn handsome.. for a young guy,tht cool you know... aiyo yo.. and his name is so the freaking cool..... azuandy.. cool right.. hahaha...... im lame.. as always...&lt;br /&gt;k.. tomorrow there's school and i am so lazy.. but just pull myself kz.. amina is coming tomorrow.. can't wait.... ya.. i still owe you one... niwaes.. this picture was taken at long john silver... haha.. arabian nights.. like what the hell.. =P.. bluek..!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/623/370/1600/arabian%20nights.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" height="131" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/623/370/320/arabian%20nights.0.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113690294281562353?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113690294281562353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113690294281562353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113690294281562353' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113671709987624437</id><published>2006-01-08T10:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-08T10:44:59.916Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my friend has a boyfriend and she hates tht dick.. she tells me everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all hail offspring.. my sister downloaded the song yesterday.. haiz.. how much i miss their song... well.. niwaes.. its been a long time ya... uhuh... nurul's b;'day just passed.. happy belated b'day ya nurul... and aisyah b'day also coming..what to get her.... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. yesterday.. had a major big fight with my mother.. wht's new... hmm.. didnt go for band... but in the afternoon i went out.. because she wasn't at home.. and i had to get out.. so, i don't care.. abusing can be reported to the police but you'll be taken away and live with either with your guardian or relatives... hmm.. i dont know... we'll see ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school started.. haha.. missing the holidays.. so tired... i can't afford to sleep late to just talk to him right.. but.. i'll sarcrifice... is tht the spelling... gawd.. im so fcuking bad at spelling.. hahaha... hmm...  niwaes.. im all alone at home... on this cold unsunny day.. haiz.. its such a pity.. my prepaid's running low like wht the fcuk... darn...!!! i need to find a atm card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im talking like alot and without any ending nor beginnning.. hahaha... wht.. you thinkim writing a compo is it..? hahaha..=P..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. niwaes.. the weather now is like so damn fcuking bad.. it keeps raining.. and its so cold.. aiyo yo tambi... =(.. niwaes... isa stills owe me mocha frap..and i still have his ciggarette box.. nehmind.. i'll throw it.. then you buy a new one.. nyahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. i better be going... bubbye... see ya soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps... go for our band concert kz... $12.. 14 march.. singapore conference hall... anything.. call me... hahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113671709987624437?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113671709987624437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113671709987624437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113671709987624437' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113600144937576968</id><published>2005-12-31T03:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-31T03:57:29.386Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello...hmmm... yesterday was the exchange... was kinda bad because most of us are not confident when playing.. haiz.. the eupho had to stnad during the solo.. aiyo yo bobo.. should played it with more confidence lor.. but then scared because at least about 300 people was there.. hmm.. the euphonists from the sri kembangan was very friendly..haha. called me monkey.. hoshi... is tht the spelling...? haha.. i dont knw.. anyways.. hmm.. funny lah.. went back home and then shiqa went to get ready for the concert.. haiz.. i wanted to go but then my mum is like argh.. hmm... but then, me, nurul and ashiekha went to mala's house.. nurul wanted to get some books... then i went to iba's house.. slept during magrib.. and my sister woke me up by tickling me with her fcuking long fingernails.. hahha.. couldnt sleep back.. anyways, this morning.. something happen with us.. 5.30 am to 7 am... haiz... i really should have listen to him.. should tell on my parents.. if i told, things wouldnt have gone this bad.. i juts let things go wrong.. looking at all these times i helped my sister, i felt soo damn bad.. i shouldnt be doing tht.. i should be helping here.. but i am encouraging her to be bad like tht.. in this situation.. its like me, being the elder sister trying to show good example to my younger sister... i think tht i am like doubling the sins i have in me just by knowing tht she is about to do smething and me not doing anything.,. fuck it lah k...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113600144937576968?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113600144937576968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113600144937576968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113600144937576968' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113575874666313475</id><published>2005-12-28T08:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-28T08:32:26.673Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i knew i fcuking so called backstab you in the past.. and i told you.. i never did it... i never ever tried to backstab in any way.... so, dont come telling me now tht i have done something wrong to you.. hello.. put the fucking past behind you. i know i did.. i said sorry to you even though i didnt do any wrong.. try doing tht.. try to take all the blame and having to say sorry.. bear the shame for how many years now..? 2 years... huh...? i still feel fucking guilty when i never did anything wrong.. now.. wht the hell. you like her.. wokaes.. i dont mind.. i know tht you are careful of liking her because of your previous ex.. k.. ya.. she smoked.. you got angry.. i said sorry to you.. why..? cause i had to do it.. i should be scolding her for smoking wht.. she's kind of my responsibilty.. ya.. then she gave you silence... wht the fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you fucking blamed it on me.....????!1 hey.. give me at least some respect can... i have been there for you ok... as your fwen.. and all you can do is blame me.. i apologize to you and you you you blame me.. i know you dont tell me to my face but i can sense it.. im not dumb ok.... and now, you said tht you dont care about her anymore.. fine....wokaes.. and i said sorry again.. because she hurt you. i knew tht i should have done something to help you.. but here you are, trying to put me down.. making me fall so fucking bad... please wokae.. think wht you say to me first... try to put yourself in my shoes and think wht would you feel if someone were to say tht to you... it really hurt me... seriously.. it really did hurt me... i wish tht you would think ar tht your words really hurt... since last time.. don't give me your trust anymore since i lost it... but then, just give me some respect and dont be so rude.. i tried to help y0u since last time.. with my best friend.. and now with her... and i never did hurt you once.. yesterday, wht you said really left me a huge scar..... thank you... really thank you......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113575874666313475?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113575874666313475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113575874666313475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113575874666313475' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113568954387418583</id><published>2005-12-27T13:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:19:03.886Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people... hmm... ya.. its kinda a long time i updated. i went to malaysia with shiqa.. k.. on friday we went to sunway lagoon.. and then on saturday we went to genting.. wokaes. it is soo freaking cool.. because there was mist.. is it mist...? alahai.. ya.. mist coming out from my mouth when i talked... and since i talked alot.. so, ya. alot of mist came out.. hhahaha.. so the very jakon.. wokaes.. went back home on sunday.. thought tht i was gonna have a good night's rest but no.. tok was coming back from indonesia tht same night.. went to the airport while talking to isa.. and then, went i saw tok and iba, i was screaming like hell.. haha.. niwaes...  aiyo yo tambi.. wht makes it worst is tht they wanted to eat at bedok corner.. hahaha... ya... bedok corner ok... ~lala.. ya.. went back home at about 2 am.. and then slept.. but haiz... hell broke loose tht day because my sister woke me up at 7 am to get ready because our cousins wanted to have a bbq.. ya.. went to changi at about 10 am.. haha.. nice2.. was walking around with mimin and then terserempak with cikgu som..... haha...!! the most unexpected person there.. hehehe.. yada2... walked around.. dig the sand.. burried mimin, iba and fadela.. haha.. munir was being as irritating as always.. hehe.. mamat came at 4 and scolded mimin because mimin didnt wake him up.. haha... what a loser... =P.. nehmind... and then, went back home.. waited for isa to call because he is going to kl the next day which is today.. ya.. have a safe journey..=)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. about 5 more days and counting to opening of school... haizz... i havent done my homework.. bought my shoe.. buy my bag.. do anything with my revision.. and  i am taking my o level next year.. wht else can be greater than any of this.. goddamnit.. haizz... whatever lah k.. niwaes, my new year's resolution.. k.. ya.. got the word right... niwaes.. there are a few at the back of my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i can't occupy my mind with him.&lt;br /&gt;2) have to improve greatly on my malay and eng&lt;br /&gt;3) spent my time wisely&lt;br /&gt;4) try to think of ways on how to attract new sec 1 to join band&lt;br /&gt;5)i can't think of him everytime&lt;br /&gt;6) study art.. as in the history.. =)&lt;br /&gt;7) save money for storybooks...&lt;br /&gt;8) talking less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thts all.. im nuts i think.. hehe.. dont care..~lalala.. bubbye.. see ya soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113568954387418583?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113568954387418583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113568954387418583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113568954387418583' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113517091723650844</id><published>2005-12-21T13:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-21T13:15:17.253Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.... today is a wednesday... about 5 more days before i can get money to top up.. hehe.. i am such a daddy's girl... i so lazy to save lah... =).. and about 2 days away from going to malaysia... yes ar.. shiqa is following... its gonna be soo fun.. i guess... of course it is.. no guessing babe... errm.. i go m'sia i buy for you people things ok.. i wont buy for isa something though... hah!! but you have to buy for me something ok... have to.. no other options.. =P...  hmmm.... today got band... wait2... before anything, congrats to amina maisara......!!!!!!!! for getting into mi for the first three months... yey yey!! love you loads... =)... hmm... ouh ya.. had band just now.. ouh my god.. it was so tiring but fun.. played soooo many scores... chess, merry window, tocatta, west side story, this moment thing ^ i forgot the tittle.. sowie2^.. hmm... copacabana.... ya.. so alot... but damm nice... hehe....k. niwaes... i have made my desicion... im am gonna tell him straight... i know tht i do enjoy when im with him, but i like someone else... i can't afford to lose the feelings i had for two years just for someone i knew.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg.. see ya soon... bubbye.... ~ i just know tht lizards are insects... =P...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113517091723650844?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113517091723650844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113517091723650844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113517091723650844' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113508575293999879</id><published>2005-12-20T13:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:35:52.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heelllllooo people... yey yey...today is tuesday... ~lalala... niwaes... let me write five random facts about me... k.. i know its not interesting but who cares... =)... k here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i am lame... noisy.. loud.. talkative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i like pink, blue, purple... and i use to think tht pink plus blue is purple... isn't true.. well... watever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i am super damn lazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i have been liking a guy for the past 2 years... which is really some long shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i love my fwens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can.. i know its boring but who cares.. now.. nurul fardella, shahirah price, shiqah, aisyah and izza.. im soo sorry.. but lets just do this for fun ya...? thank you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. today i ws out to east coast and then under a block and then bedok interchage.. hmm... met yan under my block at 11.. then off to my cousin's block and then to shiqah house and then baru to east coast... haha.. had a great time with you yan.. let's go out again.... =)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokaes.. i gtg.. so, see ya soon... bubye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113508575293999879?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113508575293999879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113508575293999879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113508575293999879' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113499591485547152</id><published>2005-12-19T12:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T12:38:35.383Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nightmares.. are crap... the nightmare i had was scary, i cried right after i wolke up.. its not the same nightmare tht we all have... the ghists and all those.. its things tht we could never imagine like someone died or soemthing like tht. niwaes, im really sorry for your loss nurul... im really sorry... im here for you kz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. getting back to the freaking nightmare.. i wish......... i hope i wish i pray tht it will never happen.. i mean seriously.. i can never imagine.. i can't imagine letting him go but in tht dream, its not only about letting him go, but fighting with him like seriously a big fight.... fuck.. i hate it.. i can still feel how my heart ached when he said tht to me... the ache was suppose to just be in the dream but it carried on to linger until now.. how i wish someone could stab me right away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to east coast with price, nurul and my sis... lovely lovely.. haha... went there.. but didnt even eat because it was not worth it..~lala... kidding2.. niwaes, ride the bike with atik and nurul.... i am soooo fucking sorry nurul.. for making you fall.. =(.... errrmm.. after tht four of us made our way to tampines and ate at food culture.. i ate my prawn noodle soup... *yummy*.. hmm.. after tht, hanged around tm... yan fetched price at toy"r"us... its yan berhan btw.. its so confusing ya...? yan hadi.. yan berhan.. hahaha... niwaes, in toys"r"us, nurul was playing with this magic ball.. you have to shake it and ask a question... so it will give an answer.. so the question was...." is wan a pussy....?"...... wht the heck came out....????? without a doubt.. hahaha... funny like shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kz.. amina on the line.. gtg.. see ya soon on kids central.... bubye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P;s... even though you're an asshole... i still miss you... like crap... fuck it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113499591485547152?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113499591485547152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113499591485547152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113499591485547152' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113488878286315762</id><published>2005-12-18T06:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-18T06:53:02.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>absence makes the heart grow fonder... chey3.. amina likes tht phrase.. niwaes, talking about amina... she and nurul coming back today...~lala... both from malaysia.. niwaes...i'm going to malaysia too.. to shop at kl... yes ar...!! at last... can get watever i want.. i hope... =).. maybe shiqa following.. pls.. pls... pray tht she can follow kz...eermmm.. tomorrow, there's combine... yey!! and after tht, nurul, shiqa and me going to the bbq..i wish tht i wont be tired k.. or not only me i guess.. hehe... niwaes, yan's ring is still with me... i haven't met him in like decades and i miss him like crazy....... haizz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, there was a storm.. damn it... all because of my dad and sis.. gawd.. wht the hell... " bila kau senyum, ku gembira.. bila kau sedih, ku menangis..."......"dua insan sedang bercinta.."... "kamelia...."... yesterday was such torture... but nehmind.. still enjoyed it though.. =)... ate pizza.without my mum knowing.. hehe.. evil team ya...? ~lalala... went to fetch my mum atorchard about 12 midnight and went home at 2 plus.. why...? because we went to see the lights... haha.. with thousands of people in the car.. mum's fwen... hmm... my dad, nearly got all of us killed twice.. he drove too fast and didn't see taxis... haiyo... just seconds away from death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. gtg.. see ya later alligator. in a while crocodile.. lameosity kills you know.. i got it from my dad's side.. and you know wht... my sister looks like my mum.. while i look like my dad... wow... thanks ya... i finally realise tht i look like a guy... the guy i love so much... =).. hehehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113488878286315762?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113488878286315762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113488878286315762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113488878286315762' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113480905392750094</id><published>2005-12-17T08:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-17T08:44:14.533Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey people.. today is a saturday.. hmm.. the weekend at last.. haizz.. not exactly want it to come so fast.. during the weekdays, there's more to do and keep your mind occupied.. niwaes... nothing happen ar during these days... nurul came back.. and she left for m'sia yesterday... coming back tomorrow.. haiyo.. no need to go anymore ok...? niwaes..nurul.. no worries aite... we will always be there for you... =).. wokaes... went to shiqa's house and watched into the mirror.. k.. tht show is freaking scary... it makes me scared loking at a mirror.. or even a reflection.. haiyo... ~lala.. im lame... dont care..  niwaes.. went to parkway parade oon friday.. yey!! i drank coffee and ate ice cream.. even though, pp is like full of couples.. i mean seriously. full sia... i turn anywhere got couples.. haizz.. kakak, why are you my sister....? become my les bian partner sudah... hahaha... kidding2... niwaes... l'amour handphone is sooooooooo the damm nice wokae.. the design is ^oh-so^ gorgeous.... but... what the hell.. i am not the president daughter.. if i am, i would get alllllll the money in the world.. and i splurge like no one's business wokae... niwaes.. ate at banquet... my sister met her ex-primary school fwen...nadia.. niwaes.. kak nadia is in mass com.. god damm it.... haizz... i wish......... i hope.. i wish i pray... tht i will not be fucking lazy and study hard... yey!! got a new year's revolution is it...? nah.. dont think so.. hahaha... watever.. niwaes... i wanna go disney's california wonderland... the ferris wheel is so cool.. the carriage actually swings from side to side... haiz... k.. let's go after mama and aba balik from haji k... =)... my sister went to visit shiqa just now.. and two of her teeth got freaking extracted... damn it... so the damn painful.. niwaes.. i hope my teeth is fine and none of it will get extracted wokae... yey yey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p;s=.. i hope. i wsh. i pray i can get a ipod nano..... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113480905392750094?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113480905392750094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113480905392750094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113480905392750094' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113446960953764944</id><published>2005-12-13T10:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-13T10:26:49.550Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>^ nothing you confess, can make me love you less...^.. hello people.. just met akmal... with ahmad and zul.. heheh.. miss you eh akmal.. ahaha... should meet up more kz... =P.. haha... niwaes.. today i woke up so damn late.. its nearly afternoon when i woke up. hahaha... and i rushed to my grandmum's house and applied her medication.. i thought tht i was suppose to go sgh to pass my mum's handphone tht she forgotten to bring to work.. haha.. living nightmare.. is there a phrase...? haha.. dont care.. niwaes.. i had a nap.. i guess its a nap.. hehe.. niwaes... the dream was fucking funny... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haizz.... i hate it when im having mood swings... fuck fuck fuck... i miss him really badly..  its karma i guess.... i did something tht hurt him so bad.. or maybe it did hurt.. i dont know... i never wanted it to happen... why can't you see...? now tht you're practically gone which i thought i needed because of him, i realised tht i need you more than ever.. please.. come back... i really need you... i miss you so much... you wont msg me or call or even wanna meet me.. i know tht i did something which is fucking wrong.. just come back...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=*( ^ crying myself to sleep every night since you were gone ^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113446960953764944?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113446960953764944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113446960953764944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113446960953764944' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113437901617839737</id><published>2005-12-12T09:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-12T09:16:56.226Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.. today is the 12 of december... it is just three weeks away from the first day of school... arrgggHHh... and guess wht...? i havent even started on my homework... wow...! tht is i think the surprise of the century.. darnn.. why doesnt my sarcarsism kills...? is tht the spelling...? hahaha.. well.. i do bother bout my spelling because next year is o level.. and next year is in three weeks.. tell you the truth.. i dont think i am even ready to be a secondary 4.. mentally not prepared... totally..&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. just now was suppose to have sectionals.. but then my mum just had to make a scene and i didnt go.. missed my euphonium and mafia.. ~lalala.. haha.. and then, i waited for price and shiqah to come to my house after sectionals... haha... ate maggi mee.. cooked by our own chef shiqah.. hehehe... shiqah.. cant believe you actually cooked mr tan....&lt;br /&gt;speaking of mr tan.. haizz. i am going to miss you really... next year you go your honeymoon.. leave all your students all alone.. hah... but nehmind.. haha.. im being emo.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;spending time with my sister.. haha... both of us are at last having break.. she's like going to start school the same time as me.. so better spend more time. .. hahaha... am i getting lamer by the day or wht...??&lt;br /&gt;haha.. nehmind.. i dont care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. see ya soon.. bubbye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ you're a just a friend ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113437901617839737?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113437901617839737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113437901617839737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113437901617839737' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113422566128683638</id><published>2005-12-10T14:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-10T14:44:27.136Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is like a box of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cookies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; where is the meaning in tht phrase..? i mean... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cookies...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hmmm.. do you think tht life's delicious....? chocolate chip &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cookies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i wonder....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cling..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;cling..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cling....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i heard some chains rattles.. the sound sounds exactly identical to how the chains were to sound like if it was connected to the the leash of a dog.....fuck.. and there it was.. the hugest dog i have ever seen.. made my trip to sheng shiong a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nightmare....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haiz... hope tht the dog got hit by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bulldozer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.... hmmm... what the hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously... i mean.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;confusion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is just a freaking disease tht can rot your brains.... you are driving and you have to take either left or right turn.. god.. and while you are thinking, an enormous lorry hit you front first... and you die.. so.. the conclusion is.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;confusion kills... !!! &lt;em&gt;MURDERER....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. wht a theory..i am confusing myself.. well. what to do...? i am just GOD'S creation still living in his masterpiece.... ey...the earth is HIS masterpiece.. dont you agree...? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~lalala....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gawd.. i think i should shut up... my eyes are &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;droopier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haizz... when can i see you again...? i really miss you... i dont knw wht i did.. my decision wasnt final.. i didnt want you to leave me because of him... i dont know wht was i thinking.. i think im obssessed... im crying for you.. him... wait a minute. im crying because i've been a stupid fool.. i didnt even give you a chance.... im soo stupid.. please forgive me...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~waiting for you... while someone is waiting for me .. tell me is it fair....?~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113422566128683638?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113422566128683638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113422566128683638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113422566128683638' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113413542827537976</id><published>2005-12-09T13:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:37:08.290Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people.. its kinda like ages since i updated... well.. who cares anyway...? hmm.. nurul went to bangkok yesterday... haiz.. missing her alot... went with shiqa to sent her off... ate at burger king and went home..hah! life without a freaking ez link is so horrifyingly stupid.... haha.. is there such a word...? no...? k.. now there is...~llala... haha.. im getting crappier now...i mean like seriously.. and much more rude. i dont mean to insult but it irritates the fuck out of me..but i dont care... hmmm.. today went to make my ez link.. at last... its not hancur anymore... =)... niwaes.. people... cancel all your trips k.. stay in singapore with me.. amina, shahirah, nurul... ashiekha.. but wait.. then ashiekha and nurl went oredi.. k lah.... price and mina.. no need to go lah k.. stay here... =P..haha.. yada2.. nehmind.. go ahead.. i have shiqa here.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kz... goottaaa go.. see ya soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p;s... missing you loads... =(... and iba is staying in singapore.. not moving to m'sia... yes ar!!!!!!!!!!!! love love love love you loooaaadddsss... =).. and i know how to say the plegde in malay.. perfect malay... =).. bubbye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113413542827537976?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113413542827537976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113413542827537976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113413542827537976' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113379031774960329</id><published>2005-12-05T13:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:45:17.870Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.... let me make dedication through my blog... k... its not exactly a dedication... its just things tht is really bothering the fuck out of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly... to the first person tht may be concerned.. or is it... k. fuck watever... niwaes... you!! listen good k... i did not change.. if you dont wanna talk to me, fine,... hang up on me and saying tht you're just playing doesnt mean tht i forgive you for wht you accuse me of.. wht the fuck... hello... i do have problems.. and since my line was cut off, i haven't been able to talk to you... and now when i can, you keep saying to me tht i dont care and tht i just dont wanna talk to you....its really unfair ok.... just give me time ar....... i miss you and you dont even care... watever lah k.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly... to the second person.... you.. i know tht you're pissed.. i did things tht may have hurt you... i really shouldnt have dumped you aside esp when you were there for me when i needed someone... i really feel guilty and i shouldnt do wht i did.. niwaes.. i heard tht you are oredi cointinuing with your life.. thts good.. i just hope tht you are not angry at me anymore.. i am really sorry.... and talk to me when you're free... see ya around ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya... thts all i have to say..... good night....bubbye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113379031774960329?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113379031774960329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113379031774960329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113379031774960329' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113361169594906201</id><published>2005-12-03T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-03T12:08:15.960Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello... ~lalala... shut up.. niwaes.. kinda just got home... i went to east coast.. the band had the outing... fun fun.. lots of food.. actually bob and i went there so freaky late.. the thing start about 3 and i met her at 5.. hahaha.. great right...? took alot of pictures with my section.. sin yee.. amina.. shahirah and hazel.. and of course me lah.. hahaha... =P.. hmmm.. so bored right now... aiyo yo bobo. miss someone right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... sarcrificing... lalala... y0u think you should d0 tht.. errmm.. but whts the use of sarcrificing when everything turns out worse than before....? hmmm.... its not my fault. i know its not.... i wont be apologizing even though you're hurt... why can't you understand tht im doing this for someone....? haiz... things should just be left untouched, undone.. un all those shit lah.. watever watever watever ok....!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113361169594906201?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113361169594906201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113361169594906201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113361169594906201' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113342215270993707</id><published>2005-12-01T07:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T07:29:12.720Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo yo yo... what's up what's up.....??? haha... need a translater..... =P... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am at my house now with pricey... and also with ron and krum.... haizz... they stop by for a while.. wanted to meet us.. k.. thts lame... watever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. WATCHED HARRY POTTER.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHHHOOOOO.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~lalala.... dont ask... i was freaking out in the movie with my sister coz i was so mesmerized by ron... hah!! his long hair made him so fucking irresistable.... hahaha... yada yada yada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i wanna watch it again.. again again..... hahaha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. i wanna bake some cookies... hope it'll turn out nice... hahaha..... yey! pecan chocolate chip cookies... sounds nice... wait till you see it... hmmm.. yummmy.... heEheE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. this saturday got bbq.. and guess wht...?? the welfare didnt even plan it... coz someone else did it... and we had been planning oredi.... kk... but never mind.. hope the whole outing turns out nice k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~you made me addicted to the stupid lala song.... =( hahaha.... but its ok... i sing better kz... kidding... =P...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113342215270993707?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113342215270993707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113342215270993707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113342215270993707' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113326973893158653</id><published>2005-11-29T12:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:08:58.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello...haha.. k.. tht was lame.. whatever... everything about me is lame... yada2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... alot of things happen sia.. i mean seriously.. let tell you from friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... on friday had the exchange at regent... k.. suddenly i feel as if i was from blast from the past.. aiyo yo bobo.... k.. nehmind... let's get on with it.. k k... on friday had the exchange.. uhuh... was great fun.. esp when ms tan conducted us.. gawd... for heaven's sake, im not outstanding lah shiqa or ashiekha... she just was attracted to my freaking huge pimple on my nose.. ~lalala.. haha... dont talk about it.. had games and went back home using the bus ourselves.. me, nurul and shiqa.. they went to take mrt.. while i took lrt... k... taking the lrt was so scary.. firstly.. i thought i was lost and nearly wanted to go down as wht my instincts told me to... but then again, sometimes, it can go wrong... i wasnt lost.. hahaha.... and then, the lrt was kinda like a roller coaster.. some scary shit... lets do it again.. lets do it again... nyahaha.... went to cik nana's house and started to read harry potter's third book.. woohoo..nice nice... :D... hmmm.. then went to fetch my sister... hahaha... yup2.. thts wht happen on friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday.. spent the whole day at my gran's house doing house chores and nothing else.. slept.. and waited for my parents to fetch me from there... then went back home.. hahaha... fun day ya saturday... ~kuang3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday.. suppose to go out with the ashadelliqahs... but then three of them couldnt go.. so only me and nurul and syafiq went to heeren to find fareweel stuff for the di's.. haahaha.. nice2... ya.. met fadhlee.. met the di's themselves at the mrt station.. went to street soccer coz i wanted to give back yan's ring... niwaes.... tht day was isa b'day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" happy birthday to you.. happy birthday to you.. happy birthday to isa.. happy birthday to you...".. k.. i know i ws the first to wish you but then.. i wish you a belated one again kz.. hahaha...may you be lame always.. i know you're lame but not as lame as me.. yada2... hahahaha.... *hugs and kisses to you*......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. he kena rembat a lil bit ajer lah.. coz he wanted to go out... aiyo yo bobo.. should have kena sabo bnyk lagi... hmmPphh.. you want to sabo me huh... =P.. haha.. went back home.. and met kakak at bedok interchange.. gawd.. she spent like fucking alot on vcd... haha... ~lalala.. went to meet shiqa coz she was at the library.... ate burger king and went back home.. hjahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday... hmm.. i stayed at nenek's house.. went to the pasar with my *ouh-so-gorgeous* skirt... aiyo yo.. haha.. then, slept.. like a pig.. damn it... haha... when home.. aba fetched me... and thts all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today... gawd. i do talk alot.. fuck it.. i dont care.. hahaha... went to meet yan.. and isa to pass his books.. went to sgh to meet kakak.. haha... after tht went to great world city to meet kak nurul and then toook the shuttle bus to ngee ann city... drop there and went to wheelock to meet kak najwa.. after tht eat at burger king.. ~lalala... many jokes were cracked and i had my stomach hurt like crap.. haha... got gastrics all the way when i reach home... haha.. frm burger king, went to takashimaya... is tht how you spell it.. screw it.. haha... whatver... then, yup.. went to the library and went back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. and here i am thinking how the fuck did i manage to remmeber tht helll of a load crap... guess my brain is working afteralll...~lala.. ahaha... stop singing lala... ya ya.. stupid ass.... i still didnt pressed the lala isa.. and i didn't press it at 3 am in the morning.. =D hahaha... lobster lobster... shut up shut up... k.. gtg... bubbye.. see ya soon.. nights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^echhooo echhooo echhooo....^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113326973893158653?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113326973893158653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113326973893158653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113326973893158653' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113279619142461070</id><published>2005-11-24T01:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-24T01:36:31.436Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello peePz... aiyo yo bobo.. haha... kz.. what have been happening lately ya...? eermm.. on tuesday... bob came over..to watch some shows with me.. but then, couldn't cause my cousin was watching movie.. sowie2 ya bob.. hmm. so stuck with the comp for about two hours... can't believe bob kacau-ed a guy.. aiyo... he's goona come after you price.. hahaha.... "can we like get closer...?".. " as in what...?"... "love...?"....... busted sak bob.. well.. what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after on the comp, i went to meet yanhadi.. then went to wak jof and yanberhan came... so there were the four of us.. talk nonsense.. as per normal.. hmm.. then, went back home.. ya... so, thts it... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.. had full day of band.. fun fun... i can't believe i sneeze so fucking loudly during combine.. gawd.. im so malu man.. i think i should just shut up in case mr lim pump me 2o... =(. haha... k.. ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. i don't know whts goona happen you know.. i dont think bob wakes up early.. so, she's goona be here kinda late. and then, maybe shiqa coming over too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the exchange... yey yey!. going to regent.. the last time i went to regent was the camp tetra.. haha.. so long ago sia.. i think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes... have you ride a lrt before...? someone doesn't know... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. gtg.. thousands of house chores are in my house.. of course lah in my house... aiyo yo bobo.... haha... bubbye.. see ya soon on kids central ... thts lame.. i just realise i wanna go to paris ar with azri... can can..? watch him do silat... haha... azri. long time i never talk to you... haizz.. k.. nehmind.. bubye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113279619142461070?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113279619142461070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113279619142461070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113279619142461070' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113258146434338610</id><published>2005-11-21T13:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-21T13:58:50.783Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello... ok. when someone said tht you're not spending enough time with him/her.. tell them back tht it is fucking bullshit... i mean it is all just shit asses wokae.. i mean.. you actually take your time to think about them, call them, sms them.. and wht can they do...?? huh... they just don't reply or answer because they don't feel like it... and when they feel like it, they will answer and reply back to you with sweet-talkings to back dem up... god!!!!!! fuck you lame assholes.. just go fuck yourself or something... im so pisssed.. damn it to whoever it may concerned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k... tht sounds lame.. ya whatever. i don't give a shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. niwaes... i had band just now.. hehe..so fun.. wht shiqa says it true.. we're enjoying band now coz we know how to play.. &lt;most&gt;and we practice.. haha.. yup2.. having band tomorrow.. niwaes.. tomorrow we're like suppose to go jalan raye with the 2a and 2b..&lt;ex-es&gt;.. haha.. but then.. im really sorry.. i can't go.. haiz.. dont ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. today my fwens.. including myself.. are soo lame.. firstly.. shiqa tells me tht being lame is not a bad thing.. coz her fwen said tht being lame means tht you are confident.... hear tht isa..? im not lame.. im confident.. hehe.. =P.. hmm.. ye lah 2 eh confident.. niwaes... ya.. asked hanis when she did her braces and bob came behind me and asked " you're going for recess...?".......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played cap-teh during sectionals.. cool game.... i wanna learn more from the expert.... anyone knows how to play cap-teh...?&lt;i&gt; god..i am soo bad... * i'm bad.. im bad..*. haha.. micheal jackson song.. =P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to tampines just now with price and nurul... board on 65 bus and terserempak with shiqa... yey!! went to eat at food junction... haha.. price was suppose to be back by 8 but i think she reached later.. haha... luckily you never kena scolded by your parents.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. gtg... maybe going to choa chu kang tomorrow to borrow harry potter third book.. i read the first two books... and i just know tht wht my lovely sister said was true.. the book is much nicer than the movie play itself.. hehe...then can go visit my grandmother on the way.. haiz.. i miss her lots!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so toodles... bon jour.... aloha.. whatever..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113258146434338610?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113258146434338610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113258146434338610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113258146434338610' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113245399528155920</id><published>2005-11-20T02:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-20T02:33:15.293Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>selamat pagi... people.. if  i were to talk to you in malay.. do you think its weird...? i mean .. some people actually say its sounds weird. haiz.. o level is like in a year.. wokae... less than tht.. malay is like fucking near... i can't even pass my fucking maths.. gawd.. i tell you.. by the time i reach the hall for o level right, i will be pissing in my skirt... arGgGhhh.. i am so damm freaking screwcified... is tht the word...? whatever it is lah... niwaes.. not having a handphone. is really like hell.. well.. i know tht maybe its my fault.. k fine.. it is my fault... i over-used it.. alot i guess.. i dont wish to make an excuse... but i want to learn a lesson ... so just let me buy a freaking prepaid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even a prepaid...? damn you k... i will buy it myself and all those shit.. you just need to give me phone back.... aRggHh.. people im so sorry for not having a handphone.. to shiqa... i am so sorry to like having people to bother you because of me.... shahirah... i am so sorry.. i should have been there for you... amina... i want to talk to you.... isa.. im so sorry if i cant msg or call you and talk crap with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya... fuck lah.... i have no one to talk to... right now... i miss poeple badly you know.. i mean like seriously.. always talking to people everyday... and not being able to talk to them for one day is oredi like hell.. now its two days... fuck fuck fuckkk....!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.. i am just so emotionally disturbed.. am i...? i guess.. no.. no guessing.. its true.. i am a fucked up bitch/monkey.. haha... kz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lame i guess.... ya.. fine.i am lame kz.. i admit... but not as lame as tht.... isabella... =P.. shit... he's gonna kill me if he reads this... sowie k.. sowie sowie.... i am just kidding. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes,  people are coming over to eat.. haha... and i bet you tht.. i won't even get to eat some of the food.. because by the time they go home, the food will by licked  clean.. haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ its finger licking good~... niwaes.. a friend of mine asked me this question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; if you like a guy, and another guy likes you and tells you how he feels about you, what will you do....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly.. to my friend... you should do what your heart tells you.. if you don't have any feelings for the guy who likes you, just be his friend.. im sure he will understand.. if he don't, give him some time... and with the guy tht you like, hmmm.. tell him.. if he doesn't like you.. it doesn't really matter you see... he is in the loss.. not you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k... so.. i need to go now... bubbye.. see ya....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113245399528155920?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113245399528155920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113245399528155920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113245399528155920' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113227850864185763</id><published>2005-11-18T01:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-18T01:48:28.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aloha.... k... by me looking at my situation now, i shouldn't be happy.. but heck care.. i found my handphone.. haha... god... my mum seriously don't know how to hide things.. yes ar.. =P... niwaes.. people.. my mum gonna cancel my line.. haizz. dont ask... aiyo... oopps.. cannot say aiyo yo tambi.. later someone say menyampah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes... yesterday.. i was like stupid hell like tht.. talked on the phone for nearly 5 hours... ish... from late at night to the early in the morning.. haha.. and what was i talking about...nonsensical stuff... k.. dont ask with who..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... today jalaning raye with my bandmates.. yey yey!! even amina's going... she kinda finish her o level mah.. haha... can talk to her properly now... niwaes... sunday going out on sunday too.. with my ex classmates.. 2a and 2b.. yey yey!! again.... i miss you people leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes.. to yan.. if you're reading this kan.. i am so sorry eh.. i will call you soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p;s... i slept at 4.. and i woke up at 8.. had 4 hours of sleep.. and i am still hyperactive.. haha... =P..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.. gtg.. jalaning raye.. and i can't wait.. yey yey!!.. see ya soon.. bubbye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113227850864185763?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113227850864185763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113227850864185763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113227850864185763' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113205715493706004</id><published>2005-11-15T12:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:19:14.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello... hehe.. wokaez.. let's see what have been happening for these past few days.. hMm.. saturday.. i went for band.. and then went to tampines because shahirah wanted to buy something from there.. so, teman her for a while. she so kesian anyway.. then she came over to my house...did some stupid stuff.. talked in german... hehe... hmmM.. then some people wanted to come to my house... yan berhan and hadi, adib, isa, fareez, anuar, syafiq, rashid, fathuddin... ya... hahahha.... i dont want to talk about it.. =)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday got band... tiring but as usual fun.. im so fucking in love with paradiso you know... i use to hate it coz its so freaking difficult.. and everyone couldnt play... but then now its really nice... ya2.. shut up.. i wont be in band anymore next year.. haizz.... time flies sooo fast... shut up.. i dont wanna cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo looking forward to band tomorrow... then can play its a small world.... * its a world of laughter, a world of tears.. its a world of hope .. its a world of fears... there's so much tht we share that its time we're away, its a small world after all... * ya.. i know i sing bad.. but its orite.. i wont sing in front of you kz.. haha.. as if... =P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mr tan is getting married at the end of this year... let's go nurul.. play a song on the guitar for us...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. bubbye... im getting lamer by the second... and who wants to stand my lamosity.... haizz.... i wonder....??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113205715493706004?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113205715493706004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113205715493706004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113205715493706004' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113171300877204797</id><published>2005-11-11T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-11T12:43:28.783Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oLaZ.... K.... firstly.sherwyn and rahman is back frm mount ophir... my mum said it is gunung ledang.... betul ke...? or is she just crapping with me.. haha.. whatver mountain it is, i dont care b'coz they're back... yey ! YEY!!.... but then he go for camp again... like fuck right... everyone is going for camp... boooohooo... =*(... nururl, atik, adilah, worm, rahman..... haizz... camps camps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hMmM..niwaes, today there was class... hist first then phys.. k.. physics class was so funny..k.. lets see wht tht ambrose sung... or is it sang...? whatver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* tok, tok, tok, tok, toky.. tok, tok, tok, tok, jiayan....* k... its has to be sung with the rhythm of dont lie by black eyed peas.. god.. ambrose ambrose... class will be so damn boring without you next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tht there was band.. haha... hmmm... after band, me, shahirah and shiqa terserempak with cikgu som... haha... took a pic in his helmet... haha... i am such a retard... whhooppss... tht is a name of someone's blog.... =P.... meet him just now... miss him leh... dah lame shey tak jumpe... =*(....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kz.. waiting for louhan to come back... gonna miss you loads.. eh.. actually i do miss you oredi... ~lalala~... hahaha.. swim back home fast kZ..... love you..... ( fuck.. i sound like a les bian... screw it anyway... i love my fwens.... =P... ) see ya soon.. bubbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p;s... haziq.. i know you're not gonna read this but then......... stop calling me bobo lah.....its sounds so sick ok.... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113171300877204797?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113171300877204797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113171300877204797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113171300877204797' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113162732211188038</id><published>2005-11-10T12:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:55:22.146Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you love someone, you should be hapy... you should be full of joy... but i don't know why, the more i love you, the more i get hurt.. i think to myself, if loving you is just making myself feel hurt, i decided to give you up.. ~ ^ and finally i did ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm not making the wrong decision... i am just going along with what my instincts tell me even though my heart is crying out no!....  i'm really really sorry...... =*(.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113162732211188038?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113162732211188038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113162732211188038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113162732211188038' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113145777483932734</id><published>2005-11-08T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:49:34.870Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oLa.. eY.. i never bLog foR so lOng... aiyA! haha... niwaes,  hari raya is a blast...  reaLLy2... heEheE... sO fuN taU.. haizz.. maNy tHinGs haPPen... doN't reaLLy waNna taLk aBoUt iT lah.. haizz... chaRLes CaMe yesTerDay foR banD... miSS yOu Leh.. haHaaHa..  hMmM... waTcHed sKy hiGh juSt noW... waS reaLLy fuNnY.. haHa... the Guys iNsiDe iT waS aLL so0o0o daMn haNdSoMe.... haiZ .... ^ meLtinG ^.... k.. tHt iS frEaKinG LaMe.. buT wHo caRes... no One.. =P...&lt;br /&gt;you KnW... thERe aRe aLot of moVies goinG oN nOW... waTch wOkieS....  hMmM..ceLLo, exorism of tht emily... watever.. i dont know how to speLL.. HeHe.... gOt... Just Like heaVen... aLot aLot lAh... i waNna waTch aLL... yey!!.. =P... niWaEs, peoPLe taKe caRe kZ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps;..... nurul!! miss you soo much too.. hahaha... love you loads... * ppssttt... fisherman... dont take her away...* hehehe.. just kidding babe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113145777483932734?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113145777483932734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113145777483932734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113145777483932734' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113076405505452435</id><published>2005-10-31T12:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:07:38.083Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helllo people......!! wokae.. i am at last 15 years old.. hehe... and i can make my ic... kz... my fwens got it like berzaman dahulu.. haha.. niwaes, i went to long john silver for buka... all of a sudden, isa and fareez datang...  k... it was suppose to be a surprise tapi i terserempak with them at the mrt... hahaha... its kinda funny though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmMm.. today is my adik b'day... happy b'day kz akmal.. =P... hmMm... you guys.. do you realise tht hari raya is like approaching so0o0o damMm fast.... its like in another two days.. hari raya eh... hari raya aidilfitri sheY... wo0oho0o... boy, am i excited... getting money money.... hmMmM.. my b'day nobody give me money.. haizZ... niwaes, cannot say aiyo yo tambi tau... ade orang ckp menyampah.. =(.. nehmind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, someone gave me a poem for my b'day... its really funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      + i rEad tHe MaGAziNe SeVentEeN..&lt;br /&gt;                         anD peOpLe thOughT i GaY&lt;br /&gt;                         sInce toMoRroW u tUrN FiFtEeN&lt;br /&gt;                         i LiKe tO wiSh a HaPpY 15 tH biRthDay +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute right....?? hehe... =P... yuP... kZ.... 7 dayS to "O" leVeL.... gOoD LucK pEopLe.... O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113076405505452435?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113076405505452435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113076405505452435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113076405505452435' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113039802880988561</id><published>2005-10-27T07:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-27T15:23:51.690Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people.... shit bag... firstly.. i should have come to school... today the sec 4s last national anthem... *cRies* =(.... aiyo yo... nehmind.... amina will still be keeping contact with me, so not such a big biggie... k. i'm trying to make myself not regret so i shut up... kz... tomorrow, is friday..28 october..... god!!!!!!!!! and tomorrow is suppose to be the last day of school... and a great day before i enjoy my freaking birthday.... but no!! the teachers just want us to suffer... haizz... whatever... we have tocome back to school until 18 nov sia.... can you imagine tht 18 nov.. like what the fuck...?? kannana man.. =(... niwaes, shiqa didnt go to sch too.. so, i was talking to her.. she was reading my journal in my english file.. haha... i was so poor at english man.. luckily i passed my english,..phew!... haha.. eRrrMmm... since tomorrow is like so called the last day of school, ( but not for the sec 3s right) let me say a few words... actually not few ar.... kz.. here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i am in bedok north for like bout 3 years right... made many fwens... like amina, arnina, rafidah, izza, asmah, many more.. i mean... to everyone who is graduating this year, good luck k for your os or n level... i wish you people good luck.... and best wishes.. haha... i'll miss you people loads man.... k. haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuPpY... niwaes, define heavy smoker... aiyo yo tambi.. haha.... people who i know smoke such as *erm*.... ahh.. don't smoke kz.... hahaha.... so, good night ya... bubbYe... ( i got advanced to sec 4 btw... and at last, im going to turn 15 )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113039802880988561?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113039802880988561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113039802880988561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113039802880988561' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113015819944474173</id><published>2005-10-24T12:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-26T13:10:27.100Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.. ola.. I am a bitch.. haha…. Well.. I am.. don't you know…?? * don't you know.. don't you know…?? * aiyo yo.. haizz… I wanna kill myself.. k.. firstly, there's absolutely nothing to do.. I mean like seriously.. nothing.. boredom is killing me… haizz.. does boredom have something against me…? Why can't boredom be my friend and let bygones be bygones, and actually make me feel as if I have something to do rather than taking in oxygen and.................. fuck… whats tht word.. hmmm… shit.. something is going in my head.. eating the connections in my brain.. preventing me from remembering…. Whatever it is.. screw you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many bad things is happening around the world… my friend who is going to retain wants to quit school.. nobody can talk him out of it... do you think I can....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha… kamalina.. go and dream lah k. nobody s going to listen to you.. haha.. haizz.. 13 people confirmed kena retain… god. What is happening…? Aiyo yo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HmmMm… wait.. last thing before I go. Haha… I want you people to think of now.. who is really important to you.. I mean a friend, a best friend, a sister, family, cousin, someone special.. ya… and think wokae.. how.. I mean how in the world did you become so close to him/her…? Was it because of something soo great like an accident or just a call, message or even a smile…? I mean… small things or even great things make you realize of a person who you really love right now. So, appreciate whoever around you. Because, don't ever regret. Don't wokae.. regret is the worst feeling. Take every opportunity you have god damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s; I sound not myself there. But I don't really care… niwaes, boredom, doesn't want to befriend me.. so, I am going to battle it tomorrow.. wish me all the best ya. I am going to kill boredom this time… ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113015819944474173?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113015819944474173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113015819944474173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113015819944474173' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-113003339362303455</id><published>2005-10-23T01:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-23T02:09:53.630Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>emm... today is a sunday... i didnt know tht many things can happen with only two days... talking about friday and saturday.... well, kz... friday was promotion day... aiyo yo tambi... you think i can go up? or i'll be retain... i heard tht the form teacher oredi called 3c students and told them tht they will be retained... haiz... niwaes, friday was the graduation day for the sec 4s... i thought it was suppose to be graduation night right... tapi theirs was so called in the evening.. hahaha.. kekek sah.... friday also, i went out in the morning with yan.. meet taufik, afham, afiq, hafidz, ramdhan, fadhlee... k.. it was really funny.. i never knew tht they can really make funny jokes.... ya.. i was suppose to buka by myself on friday... but then, luckily, my sister wet back home fast.. kz.. niwaes, on saturday, there was band.... mr lim scolded us coz we didnt practise enough.. and there wasn't enough time to do all the scores.. aiyo yo tambi.. =(... haziq is oredi in tuba btw.... suppose to be a sad occasion.. but then, he looks sooo cute with a tuba so i just had to laugh at him.. the euphoes really need to be strong when it comes to this k... haiz... life can never ever get much more boring than this can it?? i just wonder...&lt;br /&gt;niwaes, i hope he reads this.. i mean.. who is he? even he doesn't know its him.. i really really like him.. but then, i find its so hard... he took my heart...and didnt even return it... how am i suppose to like someone else...? people say... go for the guy who loves you, rather than you love tht person... yes i know... you will soon appreciate tht person who loves you... aprreciation grew to respect.. respect grew to like... and like grew to love..&lt;br /&gt;you think thts true.. is sounds so damn freaking easy... nothing ever last forever... you may lose it once or twice.. but only, if you're lucky, it will come back to you.... haizz... i sound like a fucking depressed bitch... god... how did i even turn myself into one....?? aiyo yo tambi.. hahahaha.... k.. bubbye... see ya son on kids central...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-113003339362303455?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113003339362303455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/113003339362303455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113003339362303455' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-112981286689775094</id><published>2005-10-20T12:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-20T12:54:26.903Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.. eerrmm.. i dont really know what to talk bout.. because these few days, is kinda really sad or something. i mean.. the sec 4s are really busy, and many are not spending time with me as per normal. make me think back last year.... last year, was kinda a very bad and good year... had unneccesary bad relations that only now i hope that can be made good.. is that proper english.. well, i am trying to improve.. hehe... =P.. anyway, isa got pranked.. hahaha.. k.. i better shut up about that.. hehe... sowie...&lt;br /&gt;wokie dokie mamy pokie.... hhmmm.. today is a thursday.. well well.. today suppose to have sectionals.. but then, only some sections had.. so,  i didnt really blame anyone lor. wokae, niwaes, let me talk bout my section...&lt;br /&gt;firstly.. see the picture on the left.. i am doing some stupid sign with my hands.. haha... thats me with amina... i am soo soorry shahirah for cutting away your pic.. anyway, i am gonna put all of our faces soon k.. dont worry.. haha.. wokae. amina, is my sl last year... great sl... adilah, assistant sl.. great too.. loves u lots baybeh-S....!! hahah...&lt;br /&gt;eupho sec1 2003.. ashiekha, shahirah, kamalina &lt;me&gt;, sinyee... superb people... ala.. what you expect...? hahaha... hmm... sec 1s 2004...  haziq and jannah.... wow...!! can that describe them...? hahaha... sec 1 2005. hazel.. hehe.. notti girl lah you... nehmind kz.. you will always be the eupho's section hazelnutty.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;haizz... love this section soo much.. grew up years with them.. ashiekha went away.. and now, another one is going.. i mean.. what should i feel? i dont know.. how should i?&lt;br /&gt;if haziq is going, it will really hurt.. i mean.. what will the eupjo be left? no more ballerina... i mean he is the only guy...&lt;br /&gt;if jannah is going, i mean.. how? no more beatings from her?? no more laughter... everything's gonna change...&lt;br /&gt;haizz.. i know it is for the future of our band.. but then, how...? haizz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-112981286689775094?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/112981286689775094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/112981286689775094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112981286689775094' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651793.post-112972501182795648</id><published>2005-10-19T12:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:30:11.833Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* here i am.. once again... i'm torn into pieces...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. i am here again.&lt;br /&gt;with my body parts&lt;br /&gt;torn like pieces of paper.&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;that sounded to...&lt;br /&gt;k.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;got my art.&lt;br /&gt;really dissapointed or however you spell it. i really shouldn't done last minute work. well, it was my fault. so better have no regrets. k. niwaes, i don't really like to talk about how i fair in my academic. so, jjust bug off...&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. well, yesterday, went to tampines mall with yan and taufik. really really really funny.. i mean. i never knew tht people can actually be as lame as them.. kuang3.. haha.. eRmMmM.. today , there was band. yes.. we played the king and i. godd..!! i love that song.. esp the march of the siamese twins. luckily not nepalese.. later digambar and diwadeb got.. hehe.. no offence. wokae, went home with shahirah price. took 66..  was talking in the bus about some crap. wokae, we talked about our pet. wokae. i forgot how we even got there. but then again, watever... so, talked about our pet. shahirah's rabbit ever bit her.. haha... and she is a .... mur***er... aiyo yo tambi.. hahaha... nehmind.. my sis was once too. haha... stephanie... hahahaha... busted siul... kz.. hmm.. the weather nowadays is very cold ya. haiz.. like this, the dengue cases will rise mopre drastically sia... aiyo yo tambi.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. what else can i talk about? i mean like seriously.. oh ya.. please people.. pray that my parents will be in a good mood on wednesday night... so that i can go out with my friends.. i mean i can.. but if they are in a bad mood, sorry but i can't go.. aiyo...!! so, please pray..&lt;br /&gt;eh.. shiqa... i wanna watch skeleton key lah eh... bila shey nk tengok...? tk leh malam jumaat tau.. hahaha... actually.. i am hinting on ashiekha lor.;. kuang3.. kz.. i better stop...enough!!.. hhaa... kz.. bubbye....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651793-112972501182795648?l=bitchy-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/112972501182795648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651793/posts/default/112972501182795648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-girl.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112972501182795648' title=''/><author><name>malina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08407530434213117779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
