<?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-6233699750307898690</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:04:26.475+08:00</updated><category term='STUPID FOOLS'/><category term='hari raya was boring:('/><category term='TEACHERS&apos; DAY'/><category term='I LOVE CINTA  FITRI'/><category term='SHIREEN SUNGKAR'/><category term='ALANG'/><title type='text'>My life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-504802023174741890</id><published>2009-10-07T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:38:32.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so this is wat happen 2day:&lt;br /&gt;went 4 chem as per normal but it seems like the teacher dont like us...so ya&lt;br /&gt;then i found her to be cute cos out of no where she said about hairsprays???&lt;br /&gt;HOW RANDOM COULD THAT BE????&lt;br /&gt;So after class i do the usual tings by asking her sm qns to clear my doubts&lt;br /&gt;THEN.....................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;I think she knows that i failed my chem mid-yr paper so the moment i step out of class, she called me back in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WAT SHE SAYS:&lt;br /&gt;"Faridah, i know that it was hard for u during the mid year but u seem to be improving alot... i want u to keep up cos i believe in this class you have the potential to go far for ur chem.I cant gurantee ur physics but i know that u can score an A1 for me.I want you to hang on in there and do the best cos i believe in u ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just nodded n went off............&lt;br /&gt;eventhough u may think its nothing but seriously i cried after that cos watever that she just said really touch me deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ANYONE NOTICE,I WAS SMILING IN CLASS ALL ALONE IS NOT BECAUSE THAT I AM CRAZY OK??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHEMISTRY:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-504802023174741890?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/504802023174741890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=504802023174741890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/504802023174741890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/504802023174741890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok-so-this-is-wat-happen-2day-went-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-651733144700626681</id><published>2009-07-09T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:42:42.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mrs choo.............</title><content type='html'>ok today was quite weird:&lt;br /&gt;i did my punishment and gave &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mrs choo&lt;/span&gt; the stupid 'punishment'(write up frm chap 8 - 8.4)&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; gave the normal 'i'm not happy' look, then she ask me to remind the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now on the way back I kinda saw &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; then i was like ohh shit..........&lt;br /&gt;later i went to east point and saw &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i went to buy sm books n saw &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mr tan&lt;/span&gt;..So i was like &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mr tan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mrs choo&lt;/span&gt; was here just now u know?.........&lt;br /&gt;he was like i know, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; sent me cos &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; is living smwhere here...........&lt;br /&gt;the moment i hear tat i was like ....&lt;br /&gt;'OHH MY GOD...............'&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BELIEVE SHE IS STAYING SO NEAR ME LOH...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-651733144700626681?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/651733144700626681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=651733144700626681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/651733144700626681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/651733144700626681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2009/07/mrs-choo.html' title='mrs choo.............'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-8847472143189630807</id><published>2009-06-14T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:40:03.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey:)</title><content type='html'>hey:)&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;well today got myself a new camera.YAYYAYYAYYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SO I AM SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.Yesterday zahrah came over n i get to hug n take pics wif her.&lt;br /&gt;3. Marina is so cute n yes pls MARINA PLZZZZZZZZ STOP TICKLING ME&lt;br /&gt;4.Today Muneerah came over to discuss abt her wedding.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tomorrow Faridah Hamid getting married.&lt;br /&gt;Bye:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-8847472143189630807?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/8847472143189630807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=8847472143189630807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/8847472143189630807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/8847472143189630807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey.html' title='hey:)'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-2110959331976890324</id><published>2009-06-11T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:43:18.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-2110959331976890324?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/2110959331976890324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=2110959331976890324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/2110959331976890324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/2110959331976890324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-5603396705716526873</id><published>2009-06-07T17:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:49:34.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/SiuFuQBMHjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DnL1b5NpEU0/s1600-h/1d043391d42f2c7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344512412425657906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/SiuFuQBMHjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DnL1b5NpEU0/s400/1d043391d42f2c7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairullah&amp;amp;Marina wedding went on well on the 30th of may 2009. MAY U BOTH BE BLISSFULLY MARRIED TO EACH OTHER N LEAD TO A FAIRYTALE ENDING. I was so happy seeing them walking down the aisle together.They were really made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;marquee scrollamount="10"&gt;marina:take care of him like how u r going to take care of urself&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;KHAI: TAKE CARE OF HER AS SHE IS PART OF UR RESPONSIBILITY FRM NOW ONWARDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BOTH:MAY U BOTH BE BLISSFULLY TOGETHER TILL DEATH DO U APART.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so in love with baby zahrah. she is so cute n cuddly.&lt;br /&gt;so at the end of the day i decided to jus hug her. After awhile, me n munirah tried to make her wake up but failed. So we ask bubu nadhirah how to wake her up n she said put her down(mother knows thier child best)&lt;br /&gt;I put her at her pram but she doent wake up. Instead she cried so i cariied her n found her to b sweating. so unty fauziah fanned her n u know wat SHE WOKE UP. jus as unty fauziah stop as she wanted to see her, Zahrah close her eyes n when back to sleep. Me n Munirahh both went "MISSION ACCOMPLISH". ZAHRAH WHEN CAN I MEET U N CUDDLE U AGAIN?? U CUTE LITTLE THING('_')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-5603396705716526873?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/5603396705716526873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=5603396705716526873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/5603396705716526873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/5603396705716526873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2009/06/khairullah-wedding-went-on-well-on-30th.html' title=''/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/SiuFuQBMHjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DnL1b5NpEU0/s72-c/1d043391d42f2c7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-411867992864955949</id><published>2009-05-12T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:57:50.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO LOVE OR TO B LOVE</title><content type='html'>To love….or to be loved?…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love or to be loved? Which one will&lt;br /&gt;it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a choice to love or be&lt;br /&gt;loved,what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love means to feel a happiness you&lt;br /&gt;never felt before but also to endure&lt;br /&gt;all the pain of this world!&lt;br /&gt;To love is to cry, to smile,to&lt;br /&gt;laugh,to be jealouse, to think and&lt;br /&gt;sometimes to even feel pain!&lt;br /&gt;To love is a powerful feeling that can&lt;br /&gt;either destroy you or make you a&lt;br /&gt;better person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be loved is wonderful! To have&lt;br /&gt;someone that cares for you,has faith&lt;br /&gt;and hope in you,never gives up on you&lt;br /&gt;and is always there for you is&lt;br /&gt;something that everyone wishs for!&lt;br /&gt;To be loved might fulfill you or might&lt;br /&gt;make you feel empty? To be loved but&lt;br /&gt;not love in return might leave you&lt;br /&gt;feeling numb for you are getting all&lt;br /&gt;the care and attention from someone&lt;br /&gt;but you never felt any of these things&lt;br /&gt;for anyone.You only felt emptiness !&lt;br /&gt;To feel is important but you are numb&lt;br /&gt;to emotions and feelings,because you&lt;br /&gt;simply do not love !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is,if you had only one&lt;br /&gt;choice to make which would it be&lt;br /&gt;To love? Or be loved? and why did you&lt;br /&gt;pick the answer you did?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-411867992864955949?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/411867992864955949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=411867992864955949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/411867992864955949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/411867992864955949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-love-or-to-b-love.html' title='TO LOVE OR TO B LOVE'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-6283000548360291738</id><published>2009-05-12T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:42:43.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMTHING CALLED LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you love some one because you&lt;br /&gt;think that he is really gorgeous…&lt;br /&gt;then it’s not love ..&lt;br /&gt;it’s ~ Infatuation ~……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;If you love some one because you think&lt;br /&gt;that youshouldn’t leave him because&lt;br /&gt;others think that you shouldn’t …&lt;br /&gt;then it’s not love..&lt;br /&gt;it’s ~ compromise ~…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you love some one because&lt;br /&gt;you think that you&lt;br /&gt;cannot live with out his touch….&lt;br /&gt;then it’s not love ..&lt;br /&gt;it’s ~lust~……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you love some one because you&lt;br /&gt;have been kissed by him…&lt;br /&gt;then it’s not love..&lt;br /&gt;it’s ~ inferiority complex~……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you love some one because you&lt;br /&gt;cannot leave him thinking that&lt;br /&gt;it would hurt his feelings..&lt;br /&gt;then it’s not love ..&lt;br /&gt;it’s ~charity~….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If you love some one because you&lt;br /&gt;did every thing with him…&lt;br /&gt;then it’s not love…&lt;br /&gt;it’s ~friendship~…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but if you feel the pain of the other&lt;br /&gt;person more than him&lt;br /&gt;even when he is stable and you cry for&lt;br /&gt;him …&lt;br /&gt;that’s ~LOVE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;if you get attracted to other people&lt;br /&gt;but stay with him without any&lt;br /&gt;regrets…&lt;br /&gt;that’s ~LOVE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you let him go knowing that he has&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;go but&lt;br /&gt;deep inside you don’t want to …&lt;br /&gt;that’s ~LOVE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-6283000548360291738?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/6283000548360291738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=6283000548360291738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/6283000548360291738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/6283000548360291738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2009/05/smthing-called-love.html' title='SMTHING CALLED LOVE'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-5058279780997056603</id><published>2009-05-06T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:24:35.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey sorry to the readers of this blog,&lt;br /&gt;i've been updating myself in my personal private blog&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt update here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is my last paper&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*WINKS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n exams have been preety bad 4 some of the paper&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*sobsob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Chem paper jus now n i was OK&lt;br /&gt;JUS OK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Went to the canteen sat n chat with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;farhanaa&lt;/span&gt;..a.k.a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAENAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n found out we got alot in common &lt;br /&gt;we laugh over the jokes eachother make &lt;br /&gt;i was like so relieve frm my stress&lt;br /&gt;coz of U!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THANKS ANAA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way back we talk abt Ms Nora&lt;br /&gt;abt how &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'kan chong'&lt;/span&gt; she is&lt;br /&gt; N we had a gd day after all&lt;br /&gt;walked her to her blk lift n then took off...&lt;br /&gt;thought of going cycling to bedok reservoir now&lt;br /&gt;gtg&lt;br /&gt;BYEE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-5058279780997056603?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/5058279780997056603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=5058279780997056603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/5058279780997056603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/5058279780997056603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-sorry-to-readers-of-this-blog-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-4256395938307663450</id><published>2009-02-09T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:08:57.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was talking to ms liza n she gave me some advice on my subject combination n other stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;hi cher&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;hello!&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;cher is it true tat i heard frm serene tat u wont b comin back?&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;moe posted me to chung cheng high sch(yishun)&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh... both 2-5 ft out of the school&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;ft? what does that stands for my dear?&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;Form Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;okat&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;*okay&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ms nah a.k.a mrs tan will be posted to compassvale&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;hehe...yeah... i heard that from her..&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;cher u gt friendster/facebook/multiply/ smthing?&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry i dont&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhh.........&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;use to have but i've deleted my account&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh...........&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;too old for all that lah&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;cher we all miss u lehh&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt; cher is our subject combination really tat important?&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh.....coz it is like i got the worse subject combination&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;it will determine the areas in which you are more knowledgeable about after your olevels..provided you dont forget what you learned &lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh...my science could get me into a pure science class but my maths pulled me down&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;it was like b4 for scince but d7  for maths&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;but you're still taking 2 science subjects right?&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;physics n chem&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;still appealing 4 pure bio&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;okay...but as long as you have science, it's fine&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ok then&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;pheww!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;the most important is to focus on getting all As for olevels&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;'A's&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ya should&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;so the more diff the subject, the harder to get 'A's&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;*difficult&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;cher on your opinion pure geog or POA better?&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;from my personal opinion, pure geog&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;unless you have aspirations to be an accountant, then take POA&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;do you have any ambitions to become an accountant? work in a bank 9am to 5 pm&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;or you can work as an auditor&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;go to companies and audit their finances?&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;if you do want to be any of the above-mentioned, then POA is a good choice&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;but then after seeing polytechnics requirements it seems like more courses need POA.&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;yah and those courses are business courses i guess?&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;not all n more surprising is tat design require POA&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;coz usually, design students, after they graduate, they are expected to open their own business...like a boutique or a designing firm&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;i was lookin 4 a course tat require pure geog but all those enviromental or green2 stuff then require it&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;so they need to know how to manage their finances well...&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;hence they need the skills learned in POA&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;it's your choice...so you ask yourself what you want&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;n after looking true there was only 5 out of 101 courses which require pure geog&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to decide now&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;you just take the subject that you can enjoy learning&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;then when you enjoy learning, you can easily do well in it&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ya i do i am in sec 3 nt 2&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;2-2 last year &lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;yah i knwo&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;*know&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ya but  if i want to change i have to like do it now &lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;coz it might b too late u see&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;so you wanna change?&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont know i m like confuse&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;both teachers want me in&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;hehe...okay...&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;n its hard to choose one&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;you have consulted your parents?&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;yap&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;and?&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;one say pure geog the other say POA&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;that's why you're confused&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;do you see yourself in JC?&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;nt so sure abt tat &lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;were u frm a jc?&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;i was from poly&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;wat course did u take?&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;frm poly can go to NIE meh?&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;i went to temasek jc for 3 mths&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;then i dont like it&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;so i went to poly&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh........... &lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;then u applied to NIE?&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;i went to TP&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;i took a course in biomedical eng inTP&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;an i graduated from TP&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;*AND&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;with gd grades &lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh........&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;so i went to NTU&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;Nanyang Technological Unversity to do my degree&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;Bachelors Degree in Bioengineering&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;then after i graduated from NTU, I worked in a lab for a few mths&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;and i dont like it thr&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;so i went to apply to MOE to teach..that's when i get posted to bgss&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt; i teach in bgss for 6 mths&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm doing my post-graduate diploma in education&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;PGDE&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;but when i was yr age, i never thought that I will go thru the path that i went thru&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite impressed that you are thinking far&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;so keep it up...but dont stress yrself...&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;just choose the one you like the most&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;if you dont like something, no one has the right to force you to do it&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ya but there is 1 more prob&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;1 teacher is so kind to tell me that she will coach me private ly to off the same par with the rest&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;n the other told me that he will work hard for all his student n make them pass&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;n i m stuck in between both teachers commitments for us&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;but nvrm i'll think it over&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the advice that u gave&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;gtg bye&lt;br /&gt;Liza says:&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;NuR FaRiDaH- Luv BRUNEI!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-4256395938307663450?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/4256395938307663450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=4256395938307663450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/4256395938307663450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/4256395938307663450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2009/02/was-talking-to-ms-liza-n-she-gave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-4206919493135405500</id><published>2009-01-21T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:11:45.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the new year has came but this is my first post.I was like having a leadership training just now n the coach was so funny.The coach name was coach sabrina.she told us 2 story which really has an impact to me. The fist one goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;there was this girl named sherry in her class.Sherry was a girl who seemed to like have no feeling or expression.she come to class n sort of having this face(-.-). She will always come to class having a jaket on wheather rain or shine, wheather hot or cold.one day she didnt bring a jaket n the class chairperson was suppose to give out paper n she pass sherry 's paper to sherry herself. Sherry took it n Huda(the chairperson)was shocked to see her hand got cut slashes. She later pass on the msg:stay back after school but dont tell sherry. Sabrina know smthing was wrong so she just do wat was told. Huda said to the class Sherry condition.the class dont care they even boo-ed her.she then shouted at them:take out ur hand book n copy this. n she wrote s-u-c-c-e-s-s ... i dont rmbr all. n then the class ask her wat is this .She replied:its a cheer. then the class go wah huda not bad ah got cheer somemore.she then said we r all going to the nearest shopping center .some of them said but we got plan eh want to hang out readi lah.she said i dont care but u all r going to buy that card wif me.the whole class actually went wif her n for the first time sabrina actually talked to some friends which she didnt know actualy exist.the next day everyone was eager to know sherry reaction towards wat they had done for her. Sherry jus took the flowers n chuck it in her bag n then after she read the card she did the same thing.Sabrina was shock n thought tat it was a waste of time tat they had stayed back yesterday.the next day on everyone table there was toblerone.Sabrina being the spontaneous part ,shouted: who's birthday ah ? so cheapskate. then they say eh shery lah. she shut up. then b4 the bell rang huda told the class eh stay back sherry wanted to say smthing. Sabrina was like wah she can talk ah. she went to the front of the class n told everyone.as u all know about i cutting myself, i would like to tell u all smthing.my parents r getting a divorce n having noone to talk to, i decided to ease my pain by slashing myself. after that sherry became a changed person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd story was aboutthis man who sacrifised bocos of freedom n when he was given a chance to speak , instead of saying mercy n be spared, he said freedom n was beheaded becos of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-4206919493135405500?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/4206919493135405500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=4206919493135405500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/4206919493135405500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/4206919493135405500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-has-came-but-this-is-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-7287292492310734474</id><published>2008-12-18T15:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:13:35.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gerhana bukan selamanya ...&lt;br /&gt;Sekalipun cinta tiada noktahnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eclipse is not 4 eternity ...&lt;br /&gt;whereas love doesn't have a full-stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words really touch me while reading a malay novel of love,jelousy n sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;these words also means so much in my life ...&lt;br /&gt;i know that eclipse dont happen every year n it is so wonderful when it happen so do in finding my parents love within me. I may not have a friend in my school but jus knowing tat my parents n loved ones that r alwaes there 4 me makes me feel tat i m worth an eternity to calculate the love they have given me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N also i thought about my cuzzins love for their life partner 4 EXAMPLE:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;seeing mami zarina's family living together under a hard condition &lt;br /&gt;n how munirah now have to live them behind n start a new live with erwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n now i m wondering how to get that bitch off my one n only older bro that i feel closes to when i was young.&lt;br /&gt;GOD WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough i want to accept her but she started to be a devil under an angels outfit. If she didnt hurt me i wont hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this feeling of care n concern towards my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered the ime when he brought me swimming n teach me how to swim.That memory will need a 100 eclipse to happen b4 i can forget it. If he knows i m writing this surely he wont even bother to even c my face anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is more things to think about like 6 of my cuzzin getting married soon:&lt;br /&gt;1)Shahida-Nizar&lt;br /&gt;2)Yunos-Badariah&lt;br /&gt;3)Khairullah-Marina&lt;br /&gt;4)Faridah-???&lt;br /&gt;5)Munirah-Erwan&lt;br /&gt;6)Ashik-Zimah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH THEY WILL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-7287292492310734474?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/7287292492310734474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=7287292492310734474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/7287292492310734474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/7287292492310734474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/12/gerhana-bukan-selamanya.html' title=''/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-8814951511781838198</id><published>2008-11-23T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:20:10.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;small lil things..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often we don’t realize what we have until it is gone. Too often we wait too late to say "I’m sorry -I was wrong". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones we hold dearest to our hearts. And we allow foolish things to tear our lives apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far too many times we let unimportant things into our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it’s usually too late to see what made us blind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be sure that you let people know how much they mean to you. Take that time to say the words before your time is through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure that you appreciate everything you’ve got, and be thankful for the Little things in life that mean a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-8814951511781838198?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/8814951511781838198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=8814951511781838198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/8814951511781838198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/8814951511781838198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/11/small-lil-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-3634986438082293811</id><published>2008-11-23T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:12:46.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The trouble wif guys…lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u TREAT him nicely, he says u are&lt;br /&gt;IN LOVE with him;&lt;br /&gt;If u Don’t, he says u are PROUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u DRESS Nicely, he says u are&lt;br /&gt;trying to LURE him;&lt;br /&gt;If u Don’t, he says u are from KAMPUNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u ARGUE with him, he says u are&lt;br /&gt;STUBBORN;&lt;br /&gt;If u keep QUIET, he says u have no&lt;br /&gt;BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u are SMARTER than him, he’ll lose&lt;br /&gt;FACE;&lt;br /&gt;If he’s Smarter than u, he is GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u don’t Love him, he tries to&lt;br /&gt;POSSESS u;&lt;br /&gt;If u Love him, he will try to LEAVE u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u don’t make love with him., he&lt;br /&gt;says u don’t Love him;&lt;br /&gt;If u do!! he says u are CHEAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u tell him your PROBLEM, he says u&lt;br /&gt;are TROUBLESOME;&lt;br /&gt;If u don’t, he says that u don’t TRUST&lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u SCOLD him, u are like a NANNY to&lt;br /&gt;him;&lt;br /&gt;If he SCOLDS u, it is because he CARES&lt;br /&gt;for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u BREAK your PROMISE, u Cannot be&lt;br /&gt;TRUSTED;&lt;br /&gt;If he BREAKS his, he is FORCED to do&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u SMOKE, u are BAD girl;&lt;br /&gt;If he SMOKES, he is GENTLEMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u do WELL in your exams, he says&lt;br /&gt;it’s LUCK;&lt;br /&gt;If he does WELL, it’s BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u HURT him, u are CRUEL;&lt;br /&gt;If he HURTS u, u are too SENSITIVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-3634986438082293811?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/3634986438082293811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=3634986438082293811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/3634986438082293811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/3634986438082293811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/11/trouble-wif-guyslol-if-u-treat-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-189532296553300074</id><published>2008-11-23T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:54:03.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was reading fery's blog when i came across this:&lt;br /&gt;A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and he handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For cutting the grass: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00&lt;br /&gt;For going to the store for you: .50&lt;br /&gt;Babysitting my kid brother while you went shopping: .25&lt;br /&gt;Taking out the garbage: $1.00&lt;br /&gt;For getting a good report card: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00&lt;br /&gt;Total owed: $14.75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, his mother looked at him standing there, the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he’d written on, and this is what she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 9 months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No Charge.&lt;br /&gt;For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No Charge.&lt;br /&gt;For all the trying times, and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years: No Charge.&lt;br /&gt;For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead: No Charge.&lt;br /&gt;For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: No Charge,&lt;br /&gt;Son, When you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge.&lt;br /&gt;When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, "Mum, I sure do love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: "PAID IN FULL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Lord has decreed that you should worship nothing except Him, and show) kindness to your parents, whether one or both of them attain old age (while they are) still with you, never say to them ‘Shame! nor scold either of them. Speak to them in a generous fashion. Protect them carefully and say: ‘My Lord, show them mercy, just as they cared for me as a little child’"&lt;br /&gt;[Surah 17:23-24].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-189532296553300074?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/189532296553300074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=189532296553300074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/189532296553300074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/189532296553300074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-reading-ferys-blog-when-i-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-7290092657328665623</id><published>2008-10-14T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:17:40.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers</title><content type='html'>Teachers, who educate children, deserve more honour than parents, who merely gave them birth; for the latter provided mere life, while the former ensure a good life.&lt;br /&gt;I SALUTES TEACHERS AS THEY R THE 1 WHO GAVE US KNOWLEDGE N THEY R THE ONE WHO ACTUALLY LIGHTS MY LIFE. N TAT SPECIAL THANKS  SHOULD B GIVEN TO MS NOOR DIYANA EVENTHOUGH 4 HER TO SEE THIS IS 0 BUT I HOPE SHE WILL GET THE BEST IN HER LIFE.SUCH A NICE , CUTE N INSPIRATIONAL TEACHER. THANK 4 EVERTHING N I LOVE HER AS A PERFECT TEACHER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-7290092657328665623?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/7290092657328665623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=7290092657328665623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/7290092657328665623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/7290092657328665623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/10/teachers.html' title='teachers'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-1710077934587887254</id><published>2008-10-05T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:32:08.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p width="100%" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.yourminis.com/Dir/GetContainer.api?uri=yourminis/yourminis/mini:calculator"  wmode="transparent" width="210" height="243" 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raya was boring:('/><title type='text'>Yay but BoRiNg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y HARI RAYA HAS FINALLY ARRIVE BUT EXAM ARE ALSO IN THE SAME WEEK:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ON THE THIRD DAY KALA CHI CAME TO MY HOUSE WITH &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FADHIL+ZAHARA&lt;/span&gt;.i LIKE GT NOTHING TO DO THEN TOOK THEIR PICTURES CANDID.tHEN IT HAPPEN TO BE SO CANDID AND&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ZAHARA'S&lt;/span&gt; FACE IS LIKE SO DAMN BLUR LARH N TAT WAS SO DAMN FUNNY.LOL:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-5422072726967116215?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/5422072726967116215/comments/default' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-1394336895747057855</id><published>2008-09-21T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:59:07.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BORED</title><content type='html'>I'M BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I have to stay at home today as my eyes swelledup b'cos of drug allergy and i cannot go out.ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH........aND 2MORO I CNNT GO TO SCHOOL AND TEACH THE STUDENTS...............WAT THE HELLLLL..&lt;br /&gt;HOPEFULLY IT CAN RECOVER SOON.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-1394336895747057855?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-607688258091571045</id><published>2008-09-16T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:19:28.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHIREEN SUNGKAR'/><title type='text'>YAY!!!!!!!!!!!AT LAST</title><content type='html'>I got my idol's hp no n can u believe it it was her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HANDPHONE NUMBER&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!! I&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; LOVE U SHIREEN SUNGKAR N WILL CALL U ANITIME OK?&lt;/span&gt; I LOVE U !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-607688258091571045?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/607688258091571045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=607688258091571045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/607688258091571045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/607688258091571045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/09/yayat-last.html' title='YAY!!!!!!!!!!!AT LAST'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-7246083959007391926</id><published>2008-08-31T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:52:53.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TEACHERS&apos; DAY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Teachers day was 2 days ago n i had so much fun. Ms NG had to leave us but it is ok. I gave the paper weight n frame to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;VP(MS NOORIS) &lt;/span&gt;n u know wat she said:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "aww this is so sweet of u. Wat about a hug?, I was stunned but then "wake up" n hugged her.&lt;/span&gt; Then went to feng shan to meet mdm Jun that was when a women came up to me and asked if i came back for a particular teacher or a group. I said a particula teacher then she interview me n i had to talk to mdm jun n "surprise" her. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IT wold be in my mind for the rest of my life........................insyallah.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-7246083959007391926?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/7246083959007391926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=7246083959007391926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/7246083959007391926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/7246083959007391926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/08/teachers-day-was-2-days-ago-n-i-had-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-3369567243183999369</id><published>2008-08-31T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:55:25.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE CINTA  FITRI'/><title type='text'>30/8/08</title><content type='html'>I went to meet shireen sungkar at night n that was when it happen. I ran and get to see her infont of me. She came, i salam her,n then she kissed me &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;AND YA KISSED ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Then TEUKU WISNU came and oh m god he was sooooooooooooo handsome. I hulurkan tanggan that was when he &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;pinched my cheeks&lt;/span&gt;. When i gave shireen sungkar something she said "ma kasih" and her voice is like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so nice and cute that i was mesmerized&lt;/span&gt;. It was such a pleasure to get &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;KISSED by SHIREEN SUNGKAR n being pinched by TEUKU WISNU&lt;/span&gt;.OMG i would spend my money to meet them again...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-3369567243183999369?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/3369567243183999369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=3369567243183999369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/3369567243183999369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/3369567243183999369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/08/30808.html' title='30/8/08'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-6822606367104684902</id><published>2008-08-18T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:43:53.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALANG'/><title type='text'>I JUST KNEW............</title><content type='html'>I JUST KNEW I HAD A CUZ FROM MALAYSIA......&lt;br /&gt;I JUST KNEW THAT I HAV A TRUE FRIEND IN THAILAND.....&lt;br /&gt;I JUST KNEW I THAT KNOWING A NEW CUZ COULD COZ AN IMPACT.....&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHY NOW ?????&lt;br /&gt;WHY NOT LATER???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my 2nd cuz wedding and saw this women wearing a very nice kebaya n she was damn tall (like giant). I was stunt n I just like feel tat i don care. My sis then talked to her n she joked to me of being so cute n tot i was in p5 leh. I became attracted to know more abt her and asked my sis abt her n her name.My sis told me tat her name was ALANG. I was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" huh? realy? wat a name? wat is her real name? where is she from ?".My sis was like"why so many questions? I oni know they call her tat n she is from melaka"&lt;/span&gt;. She eventually left me. I keep on looking at her when she came close and say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"i notice u looking at me from just now .... is there anithing i can do?". I just say"nothing n it was a suprise to meet u over the 14 years of my life" .She said "oh ok.... i need to go help them now...bye"&lt;/span&gt; She left. After awhile i need to leave so i like salam everyone and her also.She pulled me towards her a kissed me 5-6 times(not les argh). n &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;said" hope to see u again as soon as possible"&lt;/span&gt;.I was stunned. Then they sabo the bride and ask her to sing . While she sang some of my cuz like kak nurul, alang n sm others actually dance. I don know why i felt that was a new person in my life n life is going to b better.i watch her dance till my dad cm to pick us up.ALANG IT WAS NICE METING U N HOPE TO SEE U AGAIN SMTIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-6822606367104684902?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/6822606367104684902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=6822606367104684902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/6822606367104684902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/6822606367104684902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-knew.html' title='I JUST KNEW............'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-1884002852089450544</id><published>2008-08-13T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:42:01.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDIOT</title><content type='html'>wat the hell, i gt my beloved phone confiscated by that stupid mr.NGOH wat the hell on birthday sm more leh .AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-1884002852089450544?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/1884002852089450544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=1884002852089450544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/1884002852089450544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/1884002852089450544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/08/idiot.html' title='IDIOT'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-5657068406580511695</id><published>2008-08-08T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:00:06.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNE 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/SJxfP7VxWEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/udLLN1mKxLo/s1600-h/Zahara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/SJxfP7VxWEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/udLLN1mKxLo/s400/Zahara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232161594329356354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went 2 Kl with Jiddah and arrived there abt  5 p.m. Talked 2 the maids like gt nthing better 2 do. That night bubu ,bubu shahidah cm back wif bubu &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ZAHARA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;n bai Fadhil.They like bought fishes to be realease to the pond.&lt;/span&gt; It was kinda cool larh.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THAT NIGHT WE WENT SWIMMING.yA LIKE SWIMMING OK!!!!!!.I WONT 4 GET THAT NIGHT WENT I ACTUALLY 4 THE FIRST TIME TALK 2 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ZAHARA&lt;/span&gt;, SWIM WIF HER AND IT SEEMED LIKE AS IF I HAD KNOWN HER 4 YEARS. IT WAS FUN LARH SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt; I f only i can experience it again .it would be so memorable that hopefully it would stay in my mind 4 the rest of my life-------insyaallah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ZAHARA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-5657068406580511695?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/5657068406580511695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=5657068406580511695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/5657068406580511695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/5657068406580511695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/08/june-2008.html' title='JUNE 2008'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/SJxfP7VxWEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/udLLN1mKxLo/s72-c/Zahara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-1238307591462290504</id><published>2008-07-26T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:35:58.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Performance.o.O.o.O.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Performance was fun since we perform a chinese song. There was community singing and guess wat we were like going wild singing at the back stage with Zakiah and all. It was really fun and really i had to say we did quite well eventhough not everyone rmbr the lyrics.I feel like crying.OoooHHHHHHHHHHHHH  it was the best day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-1238307591462290504?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/1238307591462290504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=1238307591462290504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/1238307591462290504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/1238307591462290504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/07/performanceoooo.html' title='Performance.o.O.o.O.'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-7696963280071567414</id><published>2008-07-26T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:03:47.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers</title><content type='html'>ONE after another first is was ms liza BUT she is coming back . NEXT it is miss Daz. May  I  ask why must all the great teachers go? She may have not notice me but it is just this feeling that u cared 4 the person .She has been so nice eventhough she only talk to me twice eventhough it was just a short conversation. I swear school will be more boring starting from now since all the pweety and kind teacher is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-7696963280071567414?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/7696963280071567414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=7696963280071567414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/7696963280071567414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/7696963280071567414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/07/teachers.html' title='teachers'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-6471656130586229470</id><published>2008-07-06T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:48:05.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youth day</title><content type='html'>youth day concert was fun when the teachers actually sang and dance&lt;br /&gt;I liked cikgu Diana's singing and the other espacially ms liza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-6471656130586229470?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/6471656130586229470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=6471656130586229470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/6471656130586229470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/6471656130586229470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/07/youth-day.html' title='youth day'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-597536095876367706</id><published>2008-07-04T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:35:35.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss norlizawati</title><content type='html'>well miss liza was so kind to me. First she helped me do my hair during brilantte.Then she came for the art club camp. Feeling wanting to give her a gift , i made her name and gave to her. She was overwhelmed with joy when she received it and thank me so many times. But there is a big problem she is leaving us soon ohhhhh man. SOBSOB:( :(. how i wish we can have just 1 picture together as a memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-597536095876367706?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/597536095876367706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=597536095876367706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/597536095876367706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/597536095876367706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/07/miss-norlizawati.html' title='miss norlizawati'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-8886833050957627287</id><published>2008-02-25T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:03:46.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>Iwish days were much shorter and night is much longer.&lt;br /&gt;I wish how a hurtful remarks from my friends could live me smiling ,&lt;br /&gt;how a nice smile could live me pondering&lt;br /&gt;I love my life but&lt;br /&gt;I hate my looks&lt;br /&gt;I just don know wat to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-8886833050957627287?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/8886833050957627287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=8886833050957627287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/8886833050957627287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/8886833050957627287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-4621462176150518296</id><published>2008-02-15T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:57:59.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hah!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>wow life has been very tough this few days .tomorrow sahibba(malay scrable),and service learning&lt;br /&gt;AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!STRESSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i dont know wat 2 do or which one 2 go AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;STRESSSSSSSSSSSS,STRESSSSSSSSSSSSSS,STRESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD PLS HELP ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-4621462176150518296?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/4621462176150518296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=4621462176150518296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/4621462176150518296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/4621462176150518296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2008/02/hah.html' title='hah!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-7046797225558616035</id><published>2007-12-09T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:15:04.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pheww!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Went to watch Enchanted last Tuesday.Was a great movie.Then on Wednesday went to meet some friends.Thursday was boring doing homework and really,i need help in my geography homeworkAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.oN Friday went swimming again with my aunt.Was very very fun.Atlast on Satur day get to go for a mother-and-daughter shopping spree.Went 4 cuzzie wedding 2day and it was so bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-7046797225558616035?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/7046797225558616035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233699750307898690&amp;postID=7046797225558616035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/7046797225558616035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233699750307898690/posts/default/7046797225558616035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/2007/12/pheww.html' title='Pheww!!!!!'/><author><name>Faridah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646164489028185284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MtNOhNnRkKs/R1vrHT-eGJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v_MslG3LYnc/S220/Image003(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233699750307898690.post-3073138278295698141</id><published>2007-11-26T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T15:11:46.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifes</title><content type='html'>life has changed.It has change in 2 something bitter+sweet+sour.i hope for something wonderful 2 happen 2moro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233699750307898690-3073138278295698141?l=whacky-idah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whacky-idah.blogspot.com/feeds/3073138278295698141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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