<?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-2300722556196190973</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:12:43.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet escape</title><subtitle type='html'>Aqilah; daughter of may 92.
Err no, I'm not a hooker (:</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-5911127987158928151</id><published>2011-01-15T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T01:13:20.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn from me :) part 2</title><content type='html'>Part2: Brainpower!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike many girls, (fortunately) I took up a motivational course when I was 14 and the company is called Adam Khoo. Since then I started to believe in brainpower. I was very superstitious and judgemental before that. So I'm very very grateful that I get the chance to attend the course, for free! And this course makes me think of life in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 3 days course and we slept in the mosque. I know... I know... You guys must be thinking that I'm pulling your legs, but you see the organization that sponsored about 30 teenagers and I was a Muslim organisation. So we have to be in the mosque for some reason *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Amin was one of the facilitators there. I remembered when he told us that being a successful motivational speaker is not easy because you have to do something inspiring or motivating like surviving from a tsunami or even escaped death. For normal people like you and I? Well... You have to be great at speech to be a motivational speaker @_@ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Amin also boast alot about his pay, it seems that whole experience we were with him, he's earning 10 cents per second!!! But then again, maybe he's lying :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember a story that Mr Amin told us... A group of scientists is trying to test the capability of the NBA player and they hired 2 teams to participate. Team red were given a pill called caffeine and team blue were given sleeping pill the night before their match. And obviously in the end of the match at the very next day team red could not perform and team blue performs very well. Team red told the scientists that they were unable to sleep right after the "caffeine" pill was given to them last night and that leads to the lack of sleep on the next day. And team blue said that the "sleeping pill" seemed to get them ready on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;The scientists then announced that they have crossed labelled the pills. Which means team red actually had sleeping pill and team blue had caffeine. This experiment clearly shows that brainpower takes a full control of your mind and body. This is also called psychology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my brother broke down because he still couldnt decide what type of career he should pursue in and he is afraid that he made a wrong choice and not be successful. I told him the story above and told him not to ever start his sentences by "what if...", " I don't think I..." or "I'm scared that I could not..." instead he should start by saying " I will try my best...", "I'm going to..." and more. By changing the structure of your word actually changes the message that you are sending to your brain and you realised that you will get stronger emotionally and psychologically :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep up this habit people will start to look up to you, they are going to be mesmerized by your confidence and some might even mark you as a smart person :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-5911127987158928151?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5911127987158928151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=5911127987158928151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5911127987158928151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5911127987158928151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2011/01/brainpower.html' title='Learn from me :) part 2'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-5153025811031131656</id><published>2010-11-04T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T00:49:12.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn from me ;) part 1</title><content type='html'>Yo peeps!! This is something new from me that I would like to share with you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;It's called "learn from me". Basically it's internal issues that we always dealt with life.&lt;br /&gt;And so long as I have issues, I will post them thus you will get to see more post from me ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1: if you gonna keep it, it WILL burst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you were a kid and you tried so hard to impress someone like your mother, your cousins, your teacher and etc... Well it definitely doesn't stop there does it? You realised that you have more and more people to impress as you grow older! Your admirer, lecturer, parents, boss, friends and up to the point that you wanna kill yourself. You most of the time get disappointed cause mostly people don't appreciate the things that you did. Worse still when you got to know that somebody else is better than you. You are not happy with people mistreating you or took full advantage of you but really, most of the time you just retain that frustration, sadness, or even resentment. Now you learn from me. Rule no 1, never keep any negative feeling in your heart. Keeping them are as equal as storing venom in your system! You should forgive and forget about it, let is pass by you especially when those people are your loved ones :) talk to them about your issues and try to connect with each other thru interests (maybe).&lt;br /&gt;What if that person is no longer a person who you wanna impress? Like your stinking boss or a paranoid teacher or even someone with a title of a complete bitch? Like my ex manaxxx. Then plan B might work perfectly for you :) it's called giving a piece of your mind! These people would not shut up unless you stand up for yourself. Cause they are feeling superior when they are around you and will utilize you down to your bone marrow! My advice is easy, take a step back and tell yourself,"wait a second! Who the fuck are you to depict? I'm so worth it that I don't need to impress anyone!" you will definitely feel good bout yourself and you'll slowly get the courage to actually speak up :). Now this is not called being rude, it's called being straight forwad. I'm not asking you to be too outspoken, but Im asking you to have your own mindset instead of anybody putting their own individual opinion in your head! It's not healthy and you don't have to solve a science rocket to get to the conclusion, right? Anyway take everything in moderation. Just speak your mind of when necessary cause I do had a few very outspoken friends that are not successful in their social life due to their snappy nature. So yeah that's all for this post and I hope you guys gained something from reading this and I'll see ya when I see ya :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-5153025811031131656?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5153025811031131656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=5153025811031131656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5153025811031131656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5153025811031131656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2010/11/learn-from-me-part-1.html' title='Learn from me ;) part 1'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-7079251265323362472</id><published>2010-10-27T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T00:05:02.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid people !</title><content type='html'>1. Stupid boy!&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes act like you're gonna&lt;br /&gt;Start a conversation when you are just plain&lt;br /&gt;Retarded !&lt;br /&gt;I waved at you and you look away PURPOSELY???&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare looking me up again !&lt;br /&gt;Once is enough to blew me off !&lt;br /&gt;But I gave you more than one chance !&lt;br /&gt;Snob bloke ! I wish you death :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stupid girl ! You are just brushing away&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities like dust mites !&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know that you need financial support&lt;br /&gt;But I guess kau lebih selesa menyusahkan mak&lt;br /&gt;kau yg tengah sakit !&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kau anak aku, aku da campak pat laut&lt;br /&gt;sebelom kau tahu berenang !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-7079251265323362472?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7079251265323362472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=7079251265323362472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/7079251265323362472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/7079251265323362472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2010/10/stupid-people.html' title='Stupid people !'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-8205316668122004844</id><published>2010-10-21T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T22:18:19.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's left is only a lonely heart</title><content type='html'>Yellow!&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a while since I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;So you wanna know what's up??&lt;br /&gt;Well busy with work and politics&lt;br /&gt;And keeping myself Alive&lt;br /&gt;And impressing my boss&lt;br /&gt;And deciding wether a car license is important&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;And even if it does, can I afford??&lt;br /&gt;Which license should I be taking?&lt;br /&gt;Auto? Manual??&lt;br /&gt;So okay license can put on hold,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather go for studies.&lt;br /&gt;What course?&lt;br /&gt;Which school?&lt;br /&gt;Private?&lt;br /&gt;Can I trust them?&lt;br /&gt;How bout my long term dream?&lt;br /&gt;Which is to have my own business btw&lt;br /&gt;What business should I start with?&lt;br /&gt;Bags and accessories? Fashion? Sell vegetables maybe?&lt;br /&gt;How's the selling liquidity?&lt;br /&gt;What about the market competition?&lt;br /&gt;Will it be an annual profit?&lt;br /&gt;And what about the workout I've worked on,&lt;br /&gt;Are there results?&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be able to put on bikini?&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's my short term wish...&lt;br /&gt;And how about my love life?&lt;br /&gt;Is he going to be my husband?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the right choice?&lt;br /&gt;Is he going to be faithful?&lt;br /&gt;Is it true when someone said that people change?&lt;br /&gt;Is it for the better or worse?&lt;br /&gt;Who is this 'someone'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, &lt;br /&gt;I had all the doubts in the world when it&lt;br /&gt;Comes to my future.&lt;br /&gt;You can't have the best of both world.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that I'm not being ironic.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-8205316668122004844?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8205316668122004844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=8205316668122004844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/8205316668122004844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/8205316668122004844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-left-is-only-lonely-heart.html' title='What&apos;s left is only a lonely heart'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-8323717305707099305</id><published>2010-10-09T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:35:59.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>honey, sorry i cried.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ten, ten, TEN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kay random :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday had my quality time while waiting for my dearest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i read at library,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;went for sky gazing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then head for a run at stadium.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boring much~ but i enjoyed myself (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then the night falls and finally get to see him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we went to epi centre and get my ipod touch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you dear for forking out some. ILY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-8323717305707099305?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8323717305707099305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=8323717305707099305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/8323717305707099305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/8323717305707099305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2010/10/honey-sorry-i-cried.html' title='honey, sorry i cried.'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-6394297730781638337</id><published>2010-09-29T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T04:04:01.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awak weird lah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/cupcake" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="cupcakes! Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu305/sarai_037/cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ammak! just now ada laki cute panggil kiter!&lt;br /&gt;first2, i went out of the toilet then i saw him waiting.&lt;br /&gt;ala.. kiut miut camni confirm waiting for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;so i look at him briefly and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;then i heard him tweet.&lt;br /&gt;and from the shop's window, i can see him following.&lt;br /&gt;at that moment, i hate myself cause i was wearing alot of gold!&lt;br /&gt;what if he want to kidnap me? my god!!!&lt;br /&gt;then i saw him make a u-turn towards starbucks and staring at me&lt;br /&gt;while i go inside my shop.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then he walk past my shop and wave at me.&lt;br /&gt;pastu patah balik doing the thumbs up motion.&lt;br /&gt;i go near the door getting ready to ask him directly what does he want&lt;br /&gt;then, die diri pat luar kedai and ask loudly, NOMBOR?&lt;br /&gt;i just jeling at him.&lt;br /&gt;cute guy asking my number eh?&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, whats your catch?&lt;br /&gt;then i decided to call someone single and ask her&lt;br /&gt;permission to pass her number to him, if he ask again la...&lt;br /&gt;sekiut mane pon die, i still prefer my honey! nyeheh&lt;br /&gt;but so far, cam tak kacau lagi je..&lt;br /&gt;rezeki kau la girl... He decide :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i think he paiseh, cause i jeling at him! muahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-6394297730781638337?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6394297730781638337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6394297730781638337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6394297730781638337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6394297730781638337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/awak-weird-lah.html' title='awak weird lah!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-2008045042900589399</id><published>2010-09-22T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T07:19:29.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>harlowwwwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JXiFsB4SYlc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JXiFsB4SYlc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha! enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-2008045042900589399?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2008045042900589399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=2008045042900589399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2008045042900589399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2008045042900589399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/harlowwwwww.html' title='harlowwwwww'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-7391569619539563740</id><published>2010-09-13T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T07:13:17.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello hello! let's see what have i got to say ((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mula-mula skali Qila nk cakap nih,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Qila nk blaja pandu kereta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;pastu nk Qila nak beli laptop sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;tunggu mama, Christmas 2080 pon tak beli2! hehe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ha.. baru la nak bukak facebook ngan twitter account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;haha! senang kate, Qila ni mogok ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;woops so sorry for those who kept on asking me to create an account,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;PERSISTENTLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;pastu Qila nak beli lagi satu barang kemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;then then then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Qila nak join kick boxing club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;macam keyutt la tengok budak pompuan buat kick-boxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;okay okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;LAST skali...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Qila nak berhenti post dlm bahase melayu pasal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;bahasa aku btol btol macam minah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;bloody hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;potential ah aku!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;okay la.. gotta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;SLAPS-HEADS-QILLY!&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/2300722556196190973-7391569619539563740?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7391569619539563740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=7391569619539563740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/7391569619539563740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/7391569619539563740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-hello-lets-see-what-have-i-got-to.html' title='hello hello! let&apos;s see what have i got to say ((:'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-8300977732383355343</id><published>2010-09-03T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T19:49:51.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so fucking long huh? i know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8JN2tx3ad5E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8JN2tx3ad5E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL SUPER FUNNEH. YOU GUYS SHOULD WATCH IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEYONCE KNOWLES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;YOU ARE ALWAYS MY IDOL. ALWAYS~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HvtCj8-1Mi0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HvtCj8-1Mi0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-8300977732383355343?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8300977732383355343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-5074066601088521996</id><published>2010-01-28T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T04:22:09.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stories</title><content type='html'>this i kinda personal,&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna share it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;one thing i noticed about jewish is that&lt;br /&gt;when they teach you something,&lt;br /&gt;they fills you in with good sense of words&lt;br /&gt;to inspire, aspire, encourage.... whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my boss' best of advice&lt;br /&gt;she told me these words the other day when&lt;br /&gt;i told her i'm always getting zero sales;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"ADI: aqilah, its okay to be on zero sometimes. you are like a crawling baby learning how to walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;whn the baby starts to walk, it is like you when you made 1000 plus sale. and then the baby will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;fall right after his first step. this is what happen to you. you made zero today bcos you are a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;in this business. so relax. the idea is to not give up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thats is my boss. she is the best motivator ive ever met!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she likes nobody other than hardworking person.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess im hardworking???&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is when i was on training with efi.&lt;br /&gt;she made 1000 sale on this customer and the customer's friend in just an hour!&lt;br /&gt;so we celebrate it at burger king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EFI: first of all you always ask the customer which product they love the most'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and then confirm yourself that she's going to buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;dont be shy to say that the product is $150.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;if she says its expensive, you reply it's good. always tell yourself that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;as long as she's at the cart, means she wants the product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;this is in hibru, but im going to translate for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;there is this new sales person in the department store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;after the probation period, his boss asked him to make his own sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;at the end of that day his boss asked him, "how many customers you sold to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;he replied "one".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the boss got mad and started to scold him,"how can it be one?? i see so many people in the store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and you only attend to one?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the man replied, "but it is a million dollar sale."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;then the man explained to him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"first the guy bought what he want... and then he asked me what is the best way to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;to waste your free time, and i said fishing. so he bought a full set of fishing rod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i told him that to get the best fishes, he should buy a net, so he bought one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;then i told him in order to use the net,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; he must be in the middle of the sea, so he bought a private mini cruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and then he bought all of the fishing accessories in the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;that is when he paid a million :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the boss then asked him, "what did he buy before that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"his wife's tampon!" the guy replied."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND EFI CONTINUED: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;it might be ridiculous, but its true! you see the 2 girls just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;will they buy if for 1000 if i said it right away? you have to build up the sales slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizzzzz&lt;br /&gt;okay lah people, i have one more story but im tired. btw im at work la sey! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-5074066601088521996?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5074066601088521996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=5074066601088521996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5074066601088521996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5074066601088521996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2010/01/stories.html' title='stories'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-4975497815236498311</id><published>2010-01-26T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:39:27.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>series of aqilah amek gambar over-over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau tak over amek gambar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bukan aqilah namanya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heheheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one day i was browsing through my pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i noticed a specific pattern to my phtography...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my exegerating poses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know its crazy to say this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i find these pitures nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll never get bored of looking at it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;over and over again&lt;br /&gt;trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_PyHtWTbI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vscQ9s4ONq4/s1600-h/Rocker-fella.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431288135601769906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_PyHtWTbI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vscQ9s4ONq4/s320/Rocker-fella.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_M8s8iegI/AAAAAAAAAfY/7LDKZEIAX7c/s1600-h/Picture+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431285018861402626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_M8s8iegI/AAAAAAAAAfY/7LDKZEIAX7c/s320/Picture+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_MZkqGr4I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ahExXuLPFOs/s1600-h/IMG0004A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431284415341178754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_MZkqGr4I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ahExXuLPFOs/s320/IMG0004A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_MKX7v_3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/mML8n8l08YM/s1600-h/DSC07573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431284154227490674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_MKX7v_3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/mML8n8l08YM/s320/DSC07573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_L2phX7oI/AAAAAAAAAfA/7BemZTV5l8A/s1600-h/DSC02040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431283815351316098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_L2phX7oI/AAAAAAAAAfA/7BemZTV5l8A/s320/DSC02040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_LkTmirrI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wu0R2v3Gq5Y/s1600-h/DSC01912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431283500229766834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_LkTmirrI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wu0R2v3Gq5Y/s320/DSC01912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_LJAO78lI/AAAAAAAAAew/XB3W9DzyQTI/s1600-h/DSC01808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431283031174017618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_LJAO78lI/AAAAAAAAAew/XB3W9DzyQTI/s320/DSC01808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_K5KmdwKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/nrlhF4v1upc/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431282759079149730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_K5KmdwKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/nrlhF4v1upc/s320/DSC01275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_KnsBt_DI/AAAAAAAAAeg/irn6t334aeA/s1600-h/DSC01274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431282458814184498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_KnsBt_DI/AAAAAAAAAeg/irn6t334aeA/s320/DSC01274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_J68LYV7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/73qcHxA2O_s/s1600-h/Action..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431281690055563186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_J68LYV7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/73qcHxA2O_s/s320/Action..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_JuHPLGCI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TP0ar8_jUOo/s1600-h/905018812l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431281469685962786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_JuHPLGCI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TP0ar8_jUOo/s320/905018812l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_JoUU-o8I/AAAAAAAAAeI/APDo5KOuZGU/s1600-h/1_674135339l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431281370120758210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_JoUU-o8I/AAAAAAAAAeI/APDo5KOuZGU/s320/1_674135339l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_Jk2jCn4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/DcctDyfgTHY/s1600-h/1_601705900l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431281310587068290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_Jk2jCn4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/DcctDyfgTHY/s320/1_601705900l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_JbN_l43I/AAAAAAAAAd4/J3GdASjtVD4/s1600-h/1_543604086l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431281145082143602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_JbN_l43I/AAAAAAAAAd4/J3GdASjtVD4/s320/1_543604086l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S1_PyHtWTbI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vscQ9s4ONq4/s72-c/Rocker-fella.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-3545273601873863447</id><published>2010-01-07T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:33:33.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye efi :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i will miss you like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you are like my role model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that someone that i should heed advice to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the strength that you bare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;somehow has brought my spirit to the climax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that i ended up doing things that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i never thought i could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if only you could stay longer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if only i have the guts to express my impression on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i hope you'd get to see this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;"and so my dear, this is for you to remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;for us to smile upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;to the fact that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;once upon a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;a friendly fairy god sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;told the ignorance and naive girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;that she can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;and showed her how much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;things she can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;if she BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;but even though the girl proved her wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;the fairy god sister patiently listen to her problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;and always give her motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;until one day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;the fairy god sister left the girl alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;because she believe that the girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;can fly without her guidance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;the girl thought that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;it was a silly idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;and she will never make it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;the girl started loitering around the field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;and pluck daisies happily that evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;when suddenly she started to feel her feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;was off the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;it took her a while to realise that she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;is flying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;but after sometime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;she soar like an eagle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;she spreads her arms widely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;and flew towards the clouds where the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;fairy god sister lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;but everythng was too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;she found a letter that was addressed to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;she open up the letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;and it says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;"dear little girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;by the time you're reading this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;you have succeed the test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;and you will no longer see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;i wrote this letter to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;because i know you do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;but must always believe in yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;my lifespan on earth is dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;and i'd prefer resting in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;in my homeland,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;west o' the sun east o' the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;and when you finish reading this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;do visit me at my sanctuary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;fairy god sister &lt;3"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;from then on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;the girl visits fairy god sister's sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;every fortnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;and always prays that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;if only the god sister is still by her side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;she could have thanked the fairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;for what she had achieved"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-3545273601873863447?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3545273601873863447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=3545273601873863447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3545273601873863447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3545273601873863447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-efi.html' title='goodbye efi :('/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-3091541757469940110</id><published>2010-01-06T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:11:45.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy one year dear!!!!! whoots! i mean two years :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S0Rcg7ixTJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/uFaFQbLDM6Q/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423561572070018194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S0Rcg7ixTJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/uFaFQbLDM6Q/s320/DSC00949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt; two years ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;this is the man who asked me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;and patienty waited for me to say 'yes'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;but instead, i said, "i love you too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;so we embraced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;and little did we know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;the love that we had built...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;(sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;just one sentence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;"AND LOOK HOW FAR WE'VE COME??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;two years of happiness, being loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;and even anger -to spice things up a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;but still, we never get enough of each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;i feel like we're the smarter version of romeo and juliet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;ahaha! i'm serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;so for now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;happy anniversary my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;i hope we can have the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;to held a gathering with friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;it is not that necessary, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;what have we got to lose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;it's once a year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;so anyway, not confimed yet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;but we will try our best :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-3091541757469940110?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3091541757469940110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=3091541757469940110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3091541757469940110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3091541757469940110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-one-year-dear-whoots-i-mean-two.html' title='happy one year dear!!!!! whoots! i mean two years :)'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/S0Rcg7ixTJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/uFaFQbLDM6Q/s72-c/DSC00949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-832261001897420125</id><published>2010-01-04T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:56:30.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo bitches! how are ya?</title><content type='html'>I AM WORKING RIGHT NOW. THERE'S SO MUCH THNGS I WANNA TALK ABT, BUT HELL.. I'M SUPPOSE TO WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a head start, the girl on my last post was ALEENA,not aliah. hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, next, i bonded with moran, and she's sooo sweet. she's like mama bear! i remember getting 0 dollar sales and i cried, then she called me poor baby... awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well not forgeting adi, my world best boss. i &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay frget abt the job. i had a late night with my family last night, heheh. we ate black peper chili crab and its all on me :):) love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okaylah, sooo many people now, i better go. i'm making money baby!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-7613982992761515265</id><published>2009-12-26T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:03:33.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AT WORKZYZYZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;HEY PEEPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'M AT WORK NOW,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EFI BABY IS NOT HERE YET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;AND I MET THIS HALF CHINESE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;HALF EGYPTIAN GIRL NAMED ALIAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;COOL PEEPS AROUND HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ok thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;LOVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&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/2300722556196190973-7613982992761515265?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-1800833144828476409</id><published>2009-11-11T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:15:06.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYONE HAVE PROBLEMS  {what's yours?}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;They told me they were tired&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;they called and said they needed a rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;they cancelled the meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i thought, 'fair enough'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the friend beside me was on the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"korang kat mana? aku sorang sey!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so maybe they meeting her for the sake of accompanying her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i decided to follow her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;poor friend, how could i leave you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i know you don't mind, but i insist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but i don't blame you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;when we meet up, they intend to meet her only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;wait wait wait, I'M NOT INVITED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;andi got changed and brought extra shoes for nothing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it felt like a slap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;provided that most of my conversation is not entertained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i can see where our friendship is going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;such situation, nobody is to be blamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;or...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;you know what,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i blame myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;how could i be so naive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm not important to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;how come i still chase after them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;what a fucking sore loser i was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and thank you MY FRIENDS for the cold shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SvrGBF73qjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hvM7kY3YMFc/s1600-h/hurt-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402848425059789362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SvrGBF73qjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hvM7kY3YMFc/s320/hurt-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&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/2300722556196190973-1800833144828476409?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SvrGBF73qjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hvM7kY3YMFc/s72-c/hurt-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-3787889591358689710</id><published>2009-11-05T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T05:49:26.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WROTE THIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SvLTLqdrJWI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xiU8MhnxDx8/s1600-h/DSC03421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SvLTLqdrJWI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xiU8MhnxDx8/s320/DSC03421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400611100501419362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aku sudah penat. terlalu penat. aku sudah tidak berdaya untuk&lt;br /&gt;mempertahankan diriku. malah, aku sudah puas dan jelak mencari kasih sayang&lt;br /&gt;yang aku idamkan.&lt;br /&gt;biarlah. biarah keinginanku hanyut dan ditimbun arus. cita-citaku seumpama&lt;br /&gt;jala sejengkal bertebaran di lautan yang luas terbentang&lt;br /&gt;manakan pula ikan akan tersangkut.&lt;br /&gt;sungguh mustahil.&lt;br /&gt;cukup disini sahaja seribu hajat yang aku bekalkan.&lt;br /&gt;jatuh pecah mahupun berkecai sejuta serpih,&lt;br /&gt;tidak akan aku kutip sekali lagi.&lt;br /&gt;pandanganku sudah luas.&lt;br /&gt;kekejaman seorang insan yang disayangi kian&lt;br /&gt;terserlah disebalik kolam berkaca.&lt;br /&gt;hatiku mula bertanya,&lt;br /&gt;"adakah beliau yang seharusnya mendidik&lt;br /&gt;dan mengasah etika hidupku?&lt;br /&gt;sungguh tidak layak!"&lt;br /&gt;maruahnya sebagai seorang wanita, hancur&lt;br /&gt;berderai bagaikan biji tasbih bertaburan di kayu jati.&lt;br /&gt;sedih.&lt;br /&gt;sanggup beliau mempertikaikan kehormatannya&lt;br /&gt;sebagai seorang wanita&lt;br /&gt;hanya kerana sejenis makhluk yang digelar&lt;br /&gt;LELAKI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SvLTFUKjSxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/gBl1iKNRFLI/s1600-h/DSC03404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SvLTFUKjSxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/gBl1iKNRFLI/s320/DSC03404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400610991436417810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-3787889591358689710?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3787889591358689710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=3787889591358689710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3787889591358689710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3787889591358689710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wrote-this.html' title='I WROTE THIS!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SvLTLqdrJWI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xiU8MhnxDx8/s72-c/DSC03421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-3670846437472192022</id><published>2009-10-19T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:10:49.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss me one more time before i die :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"THE ONE THAT KEEPS US LAUGHING TO HER SILLINESS; WITH HER AROUND, EVERYTHING SEEMS TO BE MORE FUN!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*and she quotes me*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394323529566302722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Stx8q3dUsgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qoY6IrxBL2M/s320/Walking2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;last night (or this morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;bro and i decided on a night jog. halfway through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;we went to the fitness corner and he started his workout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;brother was beind a sensitive man at that time cause you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;not every man could space out their time and listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;wooo-- PRICELESS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;at three in e morning we walked home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;hah! (so much for jogging)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and we did stupid things! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;okay fine i wont say much. just take a look below &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394327336264025282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/StyAIcgyRMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/umC5zSJJH8I/s320/DSC03227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394327546487969746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/StyAUrqFF9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/3GZhgaO00_w/s320/DSC03230.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394327760563324818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/StyAhJJnx5I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GR1p4XlpmJo/s320/DSC03231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-3670846437472192022?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3670846437472192022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=3670846437472192022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-3294114442820785699</id><published>2009-10-09T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:45:49.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Ss9XZxuL6iI/AAAAAAAAAcw/JhlVT5OqXJ4/s1600-h/Hello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390623379341175330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Ss9XZxuL6iI/AAAAAAAAAcw/JhlVT5OqXJ4/s320/Hello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O level coming oi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i call it "the elephant in the room"&lt;/div&gt;*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;and at this moment of time i know that there'a no room for a detour and i must keep the ground running!&lt;br /&gt;~OR ELSE....~ (choy! choy! choy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people would ask, "are you ready fo O's"&lt;br /&gt;and i just had to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;what a sweet categorical denial- I KNOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ya Allah, i wish i am smart and humble, AMIN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-3294114442820785699?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3294114442820785699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=3294114442820785699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3294114442820785699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3294114442820785699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-level-coming-oi-and-i-call-it.html' title=''/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Ss9XZxuL6iI/AAAAAAAAAcw/JhlVT5OqXJ4/s72-c/Hello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-906543025885698165</id><published>2009-08-16T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:06:42.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm such a sucker!</title><content type='html'>~subhanallah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear god,&lt;br /&gt;you have destined me with the most kind-hearted person in my life.&lt;br /&gt;never at all in my life i ever thank you,&lt;br /&gt;later that i know, i was the most ungracious being on Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Allah :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-906543025885698165?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/906543025885698165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=906543025885698165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/906543025885698165'/><link rel='self' 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maself heels and dress&lt;br /&gt;just for tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i hope everything goes well tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second,&lt;br /&gt;my 'begedil' is the most yucky stuff on earth!&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to hate potatoes!&lt;br /&gt;BUT, my chicken bologneise was awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah!&lt;br /&gt;thats all folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-6479516057168732550?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6479516057168732550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6479516057168732550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hey y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;theehee [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so currently i'm reading love novels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;though i thought they're somekind of dope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but to be honest... they're good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i mean like apart from demon-ish books that i've been reading,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;love novels somehow intrigue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;gosh~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUSHY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;heeee [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;here are some quotes that i wanna share:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'I don't love you anymore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;six words. barely seconds of speech, a second of breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;how many breath we take in a lifetime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;how can one of them, so short, change your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(A-Z of us - Jim Keeble)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;there's one more paragraph that i like the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it's funny how the character in the book connects with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I love trees - they seem so stable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so sure of themselveswith their confident spreading branches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and unseen solid roots - so unlike people in their steadfastness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;when faced with adverse elements."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(A-Z of us - Jim Keeble)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-555789811287257496</id><published>2009-06-09T07:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:31:08.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;so i guess you all can say that&lt;br /&gt;my post is soooo last yr.&lt;br /&gt;cause it is from last year. well you know,&lt;br /&gt;i just dont understand why i get so friggin' "semangat"&lt;br /&gt;with studies that i neglect the life of what teenagers call (IT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO OFFENCE&lt;br /&gt;but those who dont even mingle with blog does blog these days.&lt;br /&gt;its not wrong, but... hah! ferrrrrgettit (:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh! i promised shafeeqa imma post this video.&lt;br /&gt;fyi, it's demi not beyonce alright. shieshhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIv1YM7XL0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIv1YM7XL0c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently... i had strange dreams.&lt;br /&gt;like i dont wanna think too much abt it but my dreams are&lt;br /&gt;so BEAUTIFUL :D&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt about my silly old days when i was in sec 2&lt;br /&gt;funny cause farhan botak kept appearing in my dream&lt;br /&gt;along with thuya and diana&lt;br /&gt;they still have their sec 2 image.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i miss my sec 2 days. funny how human mind works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but hey! that doesnt mean i fell in love with thuya and farhan alright.&lt;br /&gt;thats a big mistake if you guys thought&lt;/em&gt; so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-555789811287257496?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/555789811287257496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=555789811287257496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY&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/2300722556196190973-6843340858750510921?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6843340858750510921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6843340858750510921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6843340858750510921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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nearby, and soooo we went there with the help of street directory.&lt;br /&gt;not a difficult way to got there though, lets just say its opposite gillman's height condo. like woooooaaaah!!! the place is damn nice! i have the video, but i cant upload them.. haiya sucha waste lah kaaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i got to know this hortpark? tv!!!! hahaahahha and and and they featured this plant its called the dancing plant. so we went to search the whole place and ended up seeing other plants instead. the buah kedongdong plant, passion fruit plant, melon plant, indian cherry plant, durian tree, coffee plant... like wow! best experience. of course finally we found the plant. rini found it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this part is lame. you can just not read it (you  know what im trying to say here right..) the plant was blown by the wind and we're like.. "ehhhh! you see they're dancing!" hahahahah! then we tried many many ways to make them dance. finally i took out my hp and start to play hanna montana song, 7 things (of all songs..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plant moves a little bit. i can assure you that this is not the wind.. its really moving. and then the next  song was paramore.. wa lao! hardcore seyy thid kind of plant.. they start to move their leaves, not that fast la, but you can see the movement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after that we start to leave the place. and as for me, i went home right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day was a real fun man! HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-2382251058515429056?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2382251058515429056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=2382251058515429056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2382251058515429056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2382251058515429056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/09/hortpark-you-rock.html' title='hortpark! you rock!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-1583565467965935252</id><published>2008-08-15T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:29:34.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cikgu left us, but still remain in our hearts :)</title><content type='html'>hey y'all! haha godd i know it took me forever to post this and yes i finally did.&lt;br /&gt;im currently losing alot of viewers because of my boring [un]updated blog.. BAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i bet diana will go like "omg! now than aqilah wanna talk about cikgu going?"&lt;br /&gt;and and farhan will go like "are you using phantium 1? cuz its so lagging"&lt;br /&gt;okay i think too much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna type anymore.. just let the pictures speaks for itself yarr???? *retard face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SKZGBgs1QTI/AAAAAAAAASg/KFvYkma8v7Q/s1600-h/31072008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234948608636567858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SKZGBgs1QTI/AAAAAAAAASg/KFvYkma8v7Q/s320/31072008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SKZGMViO7MI/AAAAAAAAASo/c6Y5_AlP4uA/s1600-h/31072008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234948794617883842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SKZGMViO7MI/AAAAAAAAASo/c6Y5_AlP4uA/s320/31072008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SKZHC-TB9lI/AAAAAAAAASw/3wR3EoLxaac/s1600-h/31072008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234949733272909394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SKZHC-TB9lI/AAAAAAAAASw/3wR3EoLxaac/s320/31072008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SKZHkWxJ-_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/-jLlwl4dNaU/s1600-h/31072008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234950306777398258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SKZHkWxJ-_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/-jLlwl4dNaU/s320/31072008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SKZH59lC9QI/AAAAAAAAATA/uyK24v6kM8U/s1600-h/31072008(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234950677972841730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SKZH59lC9QI/AAAAAAAAATA/uyK24v6kM8U/s320/31072008(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SKZIELfQHaI/AAAAAAAAATI/EFTV_bdwewA/s1600-h/31072008(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234950853505326498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SKZIELfQHaI/AAAAAAAAATI/EFTV_bdwewA/s320/31072008(017).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"DO NOT CRUSH THE SPARROW, HOLD IT WITH AN OPEN HANDS. IF IT COMES BACK TO YOU, ITS YOURS. IF ITS NOT, IT NEVER WAS... so cikgu please come back and teach us :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-1583565467965935252?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1583565467965935252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=1583565467965935252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/1583565467965935252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/1583565467965935252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/08/cikgu-left-us-but-still-remain-in-our.html' title='cikgu left us, but still remain in our hearts :)'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SKZGBgs1QTI/AAAAAAAAASg/KFvYkma8v7Q/s72-c/31072008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-3627501292321781128</id><published>2008-08-06T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:55:17.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so longggg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wheee~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello! i guess you all get the idea why the title of my blog is called 'so long' eyy??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;har har! yeah2x i suck at updating my blog x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so to redeem myself.. i decided to write this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) so long never chat with my friends!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) so long never log in to friendster :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) so long never &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHORE&lt;/span&gt; starbucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) so long never go town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) so long never go changi airport&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haaaaa.. ridiculous right this entry :DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway the singlish is like HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thats all i can say,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-3627501292321781128?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3627501292321781128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=3627501292321781128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3627501292321781128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3627501292321781128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-longggg.html' title='so longggg'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-3481835731608946090</id><published>2008-05-15T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:15:09.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>George Bernard Shaw [my tribute]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SCwEccNlk_I/AAAAAAAAARs/TNq6i-TFqOY/s1600-h/abd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200536556362109938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SCwEccNlk_I/AAAAAAAAARs/TNq6i-TFqOY/s320/abd.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;George Bernard Shaw once wrote: "there are 2 tragedies in life, one is to lose your heart's desire, the other is to gain it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Clearly Shaw had his heart broken once or twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;as far as im concern, Shaw was a 'punk'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cause you know what, tragedies happen. what you gonna do? give up? quit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no.i realised now that when your heart breaks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you're gonna fight like hell make sure you still alive, because you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and that pain you feel? that's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the confusion and fear? that's there to remind you that somewhere out there is something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and that's something is worth fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this year, ive got everything i wanted and everuthing i wished for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but in a way, i LOST even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shaw was right. as we strain to grasp things we desire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the things we we think will make our lives better - popularity, fame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we ignore what truly matter, the simple things like friendship,family, love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the things probably we already had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200540447602480130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SCwH-8NllAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/67U2t5u8fFU/s320/205857798_ebc9a8a5ea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yes, losing your heart's desire is tragic. but gainind your heart's desire?&lt;br /&gt;that's all you can hope for..&lt;br /&gt;this year i wished for love, to immerse myself in someone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and make a heart long afraid to feel.&lt;br /&gt;my wish was granted.&lt;br /&gt;and if having that is tragic, GIVE ME TRAGEDY.&lt;br /&gt;because i wouldnt give it back to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200544613720757266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SCwLxcNllBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hWwTwKjeEkY/s320/165611487_474af7cbe8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-3481835731608946090?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3481835731608946090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=3481835731608946090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3481835731608946090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3481835731608946090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/05/george-bernard-shaw-my-tribute.html' title='George Bernard Shaw [my tribute]'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SCwEccNlk_I/AAAAAAAAARs/TNq6i-TFqOY/s72-c/abd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-2352273701399119799</id><published>2008-05-10T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:00:13.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a total stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;Dear Stepfather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;i love your Mc 'Bigdeal'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;this is my shout out for you.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199011014043341794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SCaY-MNlk-I/AAAAAAAAARk/yIjQSZGUkiA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;you like it? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-2352273701399119799?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2352273701399119799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=2352273701399119799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2352273701399119799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2352273701399119799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/05/total-stranger.html' title='a total stranger'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SCaY-MNlk-I/AAAAAAAAARk/yIjQSZGUkiA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-6066329432135220108</id><published>2008-05-09T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:10:07.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silly sixteen x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;who knows that when you turn 16 youre gonna end up seeing your boyfriend's mom. well, i did :) and it was... corny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;hahaha! anyway did you guys see the new picture? one word: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CRUELSOME!&lt;/span&gt; gosh i mean like yeah... you get married, you screw the guy, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;things are quite getting out of hand when you go to sec three, lucky me i have a maths geek partner :)) ouh which btw that reminds me that im gonna lose 5 marks just like that in maths paper 1! one word: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DOPE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;im just playing nice today, you know... by appearing online and make people say hello to me. hahaha! so happy, people are missing me online but when they see me face to face, they cant even say a mere hi! maybe im flattering myself. but anyway, &lt;strong&gt;thanks guys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;heyy, since its exam, maybe we shall relax abit. you know, shake off that nerves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;look at this 'happybunny'&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198378862600444802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SCRaCIky24I/AAAAAAAAARc/_gxVnQtRrrY/s320/happybunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&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/2300722556196190973-6066329432135220108?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6066329432135220108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6066329432135220108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6066329432135220108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6066329432135220108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/05/silly-sixteen-x.html' title='silly sixteen x)'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/SCRaCIky24I/AAAAAAAAARc/_gxVnQtRrrY/s72-c/happybunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-6210923171917120301</id><published>2008-04-20T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:58:09.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trequenzine :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;holla! long time never blog :) gosh ive been saying that for my past posts -_-" it was monday and im not in school. reason? im ill, my sis is ill, so we laze around the house waiting for miracle to happen. honestly, school was alot more fun than home. i dont know if you think otherwise, but yeah, my school (matter-of-factly) kinda rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt going to waste my time typing what i planned to do today cos i think yesterday something pathetic happen to me and i wanna blog bout it. i took bus no 198 to boonlay when i saw this girl was crying all alone. okay, i was at the second floor of the double-decker bus and she was the only one who was there. yeah and then she cried out of no reason (maybe there is but i guess it's none of my business). i started to search a packet of tissues in my bag, but i hell know that there wont be cos i hate carry around tissues. haha! there goes my chance of being nice. so all in all i just sat at where im sitting watching her cry. one word to describe: HELPLESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met him at boonlay and bought him 'donut donut'. he hates the lemon donut (ok fiiiine). somehow he bought me the ramli burger and drinks at the pasar malam nearby. ok, thought it's fair, i bought him donuts and he bought me burger. but no! he bought me something else too, i cant tell, but i wanted it for a long time. hahahahha! i declined, he still insist. i went out of the shop, he pull me back, so yeah i cant say no. but i felt so embarrassed. bleaugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'kelakar rabak' disc was kinda dissapointing.. i expect more you see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-6210923171917120301?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6210923171917120301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6210923171917120301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6210923171917120301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6210923171917120301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/04/trequenzine.html' title='trequenzine :)'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-6700970784251082502</id><published>2008-04-03T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T01:29:43.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day what a day :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yesterday was officially no cca day unless you are involve in speech day rehersal. the good thing is, im not. and the bad thing? i have no plan :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decicded to pick up my sister first before anything happen. who knows, last minute my friends wanna go out or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get changed and pick up my sis. still, there's no one to go out with, and so i decided to fetch razak from boonlay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you guys must be thinking that im damn crazy cuz i have nothing to do but fetch people.. might as well i get myself some nap riiight? haha, but really really, i cant stay at home, i just feel restless :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fetched razak from boonlay already at 630pm, my target is to get home at 730pm. so much for an aim, we took bus and we're stuck in a traffic jam! god dammit, you know how stress i was at that time. hahaha! ouh hell, i asked for it uhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i reached redhill, i called my brother and finally found out that mom was sleeping. she didnt even notice me. kinda sad though, but this is the chance to sneak in right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so if you guys gueesed that i had a sweet escape? well...................................................... YEAH :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-6700970784251082502?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6700970784251082502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6700970784251082502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6700970784251082502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6700970784251082502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-day-what-day.html' title='what a day what a day :))'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-5758251739376847120</id><published>2008-04-01T02:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T02:15:21.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>listen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'VE TRIED SO HARD TO SAY WHAT'S ON MY MIND AND YOU SHOULD HELL KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;I'M MORE THAN WHAT YOU MADE OF ME AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M FEELING&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DO I STAND IN YOUR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;WTH! YOU NEVER BE SO PROUD OF ME NOR MY CONTRIBUTION ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;ALL YOU KNOW ABOUT IS YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;:'( :'(&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184202838931458194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R_H9A9IUyJI/AAAAAAAAARE/kxrKIYlC8Fc/s320/1360517610_e6a5d2b940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-5758251739376847120?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5758251739376847120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=5758251739376847120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5758251739376847120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5758251739376847120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/04/listen.html' title='listen!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R_H9A9IUyJI/AAAAAAAAARE/kxrKIYlC8Fc/s72-c/1360517610_e6a5d2b940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-8797017431101571843</id><published>2008-03-11T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T01:02:22.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>columbine high shooting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i was looking through some music videos and i found this band called "flyleaf" and its song titled 'cassie'. its about columbine high school that are attacked by two of thier students, eric and dylan. they hated school because school mates hated them so much because they are freaky people. whats more, they're on drugs and was totally influenced by movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eRb4GumGyQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eRb4GumGyQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so yeah.. the footage explain the preparation of the weapons and what they have planned for 2 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCMjIsBCJxQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCMjIsBCJxQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/muB1sbdPWhA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/muB1sbdPWhA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i think they have let their anger taking over them. dylan actually has no problem socialising, but somehow he was influenced by eric. there's a rumour happened to a girl named cassie was asked "do you believe in god" and somehow she said yes, and she was shot to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore there's a song dedicated to her for standing her own pride with her religion. what a sad incident. although some people think that the qn thing is bullshit, and it has proven matter-of-factly that there were such qn before the shooting, somewhat the eyewitness claimed that there is. the issue is left hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddwQ1UJY3dY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddwQ1UJY3dY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The question asked in order&lt;br /&gt;To save her life or take it&lt;br /&gt;The answer no to avoid death&lt;br /&gt;The answer yes would make it&lt;br /&gt;Make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;br /&gt;Written on the bullet&lt;br /&gt;Say yes to pull the trigger&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;br /&gt;Written on the bullet&lt;br /&gt;And Cassie pulled the trigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All heads are bowed in silence&lt;br /&gt;To remember her last sentence&lt;br /&gt;She answered him knowing what would happen&lt;br /&gt;Her last words still hanging in the air&lt;br /&gt;In the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;br /&gt;Written on the bullet&lt;br /&gt;Say yes to pull the trigger&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;br /&gt;Written on the bullet&lt;br /&gt;And Cassie pulled the trigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many will die&lt;br /&gt;I will Die&lt;br /&gt;I will say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;br /&gt;Written on the bullet&lt;br /&gt;Say yes to pull the trigger&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;br /&gt;Written on the bullet&lt;br /&gt;And Cassie pulled the trigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;And I will pull the trigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&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/2300722556196190973-8797017431101571843?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8797017431101571843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=8797017431101571843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/8797017431101571843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/8797017431101571843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/03/columbine-high-shooting.html' title='columbine high shooting'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-2478940132293619437</id><published>2008-03-09T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:28:52.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>see the picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;When a low profile, simple, shy, quiet guy meets the wacky, boombastic, loud, socialable girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;things arent so easy, but we've made it! hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;dont say we always happy, cos when times where we quarrel its so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;rabak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175932155879796818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R9Sa31y8sFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9dJhRP5KYww/s320/DSC02242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R9SamVy8sEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/J9wWQ9uwxx4/s1600-h/DSC02675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175931855232086082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R9SamVy8sEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/J9wWQ9uwxx4/s320/DSC02675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R9SZiFy8sCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/yvO9D-K4RBE/s1600-h/DSC02670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175930682706014242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R9SZiFy8sCI/AAAAAAAAAQc/yvO9D-K4RBE/s320/DSC02670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R9SYZly8sAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4ANO1MOQDsU/s1600-h/DSC02261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175929437165498370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R9SYZly8sAI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4ANO1MOQDsU/s320/DSC02261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R9SYFVy8r_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Tf8hfLw5M2c/s1600-h/DSC02374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175929089273147378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R9SYFVy8r_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Tf8hfLw5M2c/s320/DSC02374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R9SXwly8r-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/4ArOD8lHkpE/s1600-h/DSC02269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175928732790861794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R9SXwly8r-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/4ArOD8lHkpE/s320/DSC02269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R9SXYVy8r9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/AkJxt9iIvp0/s1600-h/DSC02260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175928316179034066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R9SXYVy8r9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/AkJxt9iIvp0/s320/DSC02260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R9SXCFy8r8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/AVnJDtvxKwg/s1600-h/DSC02215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175927933926944706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R9SXCFy8r8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/AVnJDtvxKwg/s320/DSC02215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-2478940132293619437?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2478940132293619437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-8882002315855897022</id><published>2008-03-08T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:17:56.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi strangers~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;hello strangers&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i got my result for the first semester,&lt;br /&gt;hell yea im not quite satisfied with my maths.&lt;br /&gt;i need a coach!&lt;br /&gt;and POA, grrrr! i failed by 0.8%&lt;br /&gt;why cant that miss tan give in to me.&lt;br /&gt;in case you guys are curious, i still pass my overall and got 17th position.&lt;br /&gt;yea2, not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;but im aiming for top 15 for ca1.&lt;br /&gt;then top 10 and then top 8 and top 5...&lt;br /&gt;okay, but i have to knock my numb head to study study study!&lt;br /&gt;even mom says, whats the point having 18 years old bf, if he cant even teach you.&lt;br /&gt;ima prove her wrong.&lt;br /&gt;things got better between me and mom.&lt;br /&gt;she's okay except for the whole curfew thing and i want june holiday job!!!&lt;br /&gt;i PM my ex last urm.. thursday?? and yea, things changed :(&lt;br /&gt;no worries, boyfriend know im talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;i want to work at coffee bean.&lt;br /&gt;since there's too many guys working at starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;hell yea, im turning 16 this year.&lt;br /&gt;its time to be an independent women y'all!&lt;br /&gt;pretty nevous with the BM school idol thing.&lt;br /&gt;best wishes for me,&lt;br /&gt;and i wish for the best to the rest of the 7 contestant.&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember their names,&lt;br /&gt;and i shall not post out their names,&lt;br /&gt;in case i miss spell them :/&lt;br /&gt;diana, she and me not quite close luhh&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to go out with her like 'old time'&lt;br /&gt;riiiiight DAVID??! *glee*&lt;br /&gt;ouh Danny's out!&lt;br /&gt;i bet people round the world dont wish him well, thats why :)&lt;br /&gt;"aqilah is mean.." &lt;--- say all you want dee dee *stick tongue out and wiggle eyebrows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i need a cool slippers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;gosh i still havent buy beyonce experience dvd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;ok, so long... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-8882002315855897022?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8882002315855897022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=8882002315855897022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/8882002315855897022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/8882002315855897022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi-strangers.html' title='hi strangers~~'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-1549427743266364319</id><published>2008-02-29T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:48:41.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to basic</title><content type='html'>dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;new person is coming into my life and i feel unsure how i am feeling right now. things doesnt go to MY way and there's nothing good in the house than juct conflict, conflict, CONFLICT! y'know, when you wanna get married like there's soooo many things to organise and pay, pay, PAY! pfft... i guess that's how life goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, recently i cried while thinking bout papa. been missing him so much. i was brought up by him, so i cant just forget about him. well, its hard to get over it... and i kinda did it largh. things between my mom and i are not the same. we were bestfriends before, now that things settled down from major crisis i dealt last time, she seemed to be different. not the mama i used to look up to. i seriously want mama that i knew last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard to believe i had family problems, cos every of my friends only see happiness in me. mind you looks can be deceiving. nyahaha. i always look like i was over-hyped with alcohol or something. yeah although im not, its the way i lose all my problems. btw, i think im good with chemistry :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-1549427743266364319?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1549427743266364319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>wow! STARBUCKS~~</title><content type='html'>this vidoe is sooooo CUTE! hahaha! the lady is a blur queen, like me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vFLs9RI8mSA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vFLs9RI8mSA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) cute riiight! "what so grand with 'granti'?" hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-4547642100125362339?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4547642100125362339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=4547642100125362339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/4547642100125362339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/4547642100125362339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow-starbucks.html' title='wow! STARBUCKS~~'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-8379991380332398514</id><published>2008-02-12T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:49:05.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i've not met him for quite sometime and i'm starting to miss him already :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i remember when we had our first quarrel. haha! it was fun seeing his guilty face after he saw me crying. and i cant believe myself for bursting to tears in public!!! hahahahahahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;we didnt scream at each other or whatsoever that stored in your mind right now. we're just not talking to each other. i don't know, i felt that i was being a little bit out of control at that time, and the next thing you know...... i cried!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;things got better fyi (after our first quarrel). we kinda get a lil' more closer ^^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i have escaped from the jealousy disease when i'm wit him. like he would just tell me everything, and i mean really EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;valentine's coming up, but no money for my loved ones! maybe im giving my valentine candies to my friends later. hmm, maybe on monday?? hahahaha. SLAPS-HEAD-QILLY! &lt;-- this one gonna be my future theme name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ouh that gives me an idea!!! what is my theme name right now?? tell me tell me tell me!! i know u guys knew it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ok stop with the theme and stuff. lemme tell you bout my new friends. basically, they are malays... haha i dont know! im good around malay girls. hehe... and they are uberrr kind and sweet. see? how can i not buy them valentine present. haiyo STRESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;gummy bear gonna play me guitar on valentine, but the keyword is 'maybe'. haha ok fine. i shall not spoil his so-called surprise. nyaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;slaps-head-qilly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-8379991380332398514?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8379991380332398514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=8379991380332398514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/8379991380332398514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/8379991380332398514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/02/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-3654198044567207084</id><published>2008-02-05T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T05:56:33.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holla!</title><content type='html'>hi guys! i know i have not been updating my blog and replying you guys on friendster. my greatest apology! i have been co called busy and yeah, anything important just find out my hp number ok lovely people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah! zoink!!! im like so excited for tomorrow. no no no.. not because of CNY eve, cause its me and my bf's first month being together. the best one i had so far? hmm yeah i guess. he is sweet afterall rite?? hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz, but my relationship with diana quite distand lah siao! hahah, she and her tuition, and me and my own lala land. grr wake up aqilah. chop chop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEE! I WANT CAMWHORE WITH YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-3654198044567207084?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3654198044567207084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=3654198044567207084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3654198044567207084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3654198044567207084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/02/holla.html' title='holla!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-3157232346268779651</id><published>2008-01-26T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:10:17.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweetest conversation ever!!</title><content type='html'>it was saturday evening and my bf started to sms me after he finish working. so this is how the conversation started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sayang! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hey! i just about to sms you. you finish working already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;baru habes. haha. otw nak balek ni. sayangku ngah buat ape? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ntah. buat bodoh. hee. i duduk umah the whole day. i baru teringat nak belikan kawan i present. nanti i maybe gi tiong bahru jap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u tak habes2 nk belikan kawan you present, tapi tak beli2. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;haha nak beli lah ni. i owe indah present. kecian die tak dapat present dari i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyfrend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i pon kecian tak dapat present dari you :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hahaha! you nye bday belum lagi sampai. when's your bday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u lupe sey, i da bilang you :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;aargh. ala you pon lupe i nya bday kan? im not good with memorising :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yours is 4th of may, i'll always remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; bilang la when's your bday. alaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pandai2 ar tau sendiri. im so disappointed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;okay, i go and your mom thru sms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(psst! i have the mother's hp number)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boyfriend:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;as you wish my princess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hahaha. alaaaa bilang lah. i betol2 sms...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(but at that time, i smsed his sis instead. and his sis told me the birthdate)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its 18of that month. hehe :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;haha. 18 of october. i know, i just wanna test you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ape yang october? memandai je. sejak bile sey org dilahirkan date tu.. peeerr jerr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;haha. i laughed alone in my room. you ar, abe bile sey. you kan libran. kan kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sembarang je... confident sey die... haha you tak kesah kan i kan. tu pasal you tak amek tahu pasal my bday :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;abe ur sis kate ur bday on 181089. har har. i care about you, tu pasal i tanye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its 18 of oct la. hmpf. nanti die lupe lagi. what date when we first contact each other? when we first meet? when we become a couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;err, we become a couple on 6th jan. we met on erm., 8 of dec kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haiz. you arr. we first contact each other on my sis bday, ist december. we first met on 29th december. then we became a couple on 6th jan. hehe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(at that time i teared up.. boohoo!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;awww. i want to cry. from now on, we must record on our diary. haha we kissed after you confessed. and i never forget where we start our relationship :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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ever!!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-6622072762448069843</id><published>2008-01-14T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:27:37.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my dedication :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;This is for my sayang x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_m71Eb_nyA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_m71Eb_nyA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;yes! he did kiss me and we were happily together. i hope it will be forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-6622072762448069843?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6622072762448069843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6622072762448069843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6622072762448069843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6622072762448069843'/><link 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sleeping in the hall. or else... haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next was maths. what irritate me is that i vowed to pay attention in class *especially maths* and there you go! i cant pay attention. can you believe it? i slept in class sitting up straight?? this is so official, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AQILAH IS AN ALIEN! SO BE AFRAID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PE lesson was fine. but the most embarrassing part is during english lesson! i totally was knocked out in the class. i cant even open my eyes for 5 minutes! to think of it,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; OMG! AQILAH GONNA HAVE 2 BIGGG EYEBAGS! SO BE AFRAID AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back to the story.. haha! actually i have nth to say.. its just an update about beyonce knowles.. soon i'm gonna celebrate 6 years of her big fan! haha.. when it comes to the topic about beyonce, i ger self-obsessed!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i went to this polygon bldg with fytrie and julie.. the first that i saw was this sexy video clip of beyonce and her oh-so-big poster! well, there's this promotion on her new fragrance, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;EMPORIO ARMANI DIAMONDS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is the commercial and behind the scenes! ENJOY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:the commercial:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYVXEL5Fbmg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYVXEL5Fbmg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:behind the scenes:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7nLm0c6n940&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7nLm0c6n940&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:beyonce talking about her new fragrance:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JFpwxcFlihU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JFpwxcFlihU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-5496872614561505957?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5496872614561505957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=5496872614561505957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5496872614561505957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5496872614561505957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/01/miserable-day-in-school.html' title='miserable day in school :/'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-6831305899934405620</id><published>2008-01-04T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:51:52.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the third day of school and first lesson day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THIRD day of school and i was late. i turned up for school 15 minutes later and yeah- that's aqilah, what to do?! so, i went to miss prema homeroom for chemistry lesson. in my heart i was like "die lar! miss prema sure tekan me like what sia!" but when i stepped into her room, she was so nice and funny (though she IS fierce)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;proceed to miss darshan kaur homeroom for social studies. in my heart i went like "ALAMAK!" she is like my prefect teacher and i always didnt do things up to her standard, and i realised that. ouh well... out of all of it, she's kinda cool and yeah a little scare would help your academic right? HURHUR...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's time for physics, and the class went to mr wong's classroom. i remember him as the guy who chases after teng hong (the guy in my class) for almost 3 days because teng hong did not turn up for NCC. hahaha! and what flattered me the most is that they looks quite similar! HAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!RECESS RECESS RECESS RECESS RECESS RECESS RECESS RECESS RECESS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then english... hmm i would judge an 'average' because i prefer miss nora teaching :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but why not give her the chance to proof to me that i am wrong? go mrs tay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-6831305899934405620?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6831305899934405620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6831305899934405620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6831305899934405620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6831305899934405620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2008/01/third-day-of-school-and-first-lesson.html' title='the third day of school and first lesson day'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-8131501262932069857</id><published>2007-12-29T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:18:40.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR RESOLUTION :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to make my new year resolution, CAN? okay here goes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. i want to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;befriend&lt;/span&gt; with my mother. i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dont want&lt;/span&gt; to quarrel with her anymore&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; in school &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;on time&lt;/span&gt;. i'm always late to school... GOSH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. put on some interest in my mathematics. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;at least get c6 you bitch!&lt;/span&gt; (haha).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. do my homework. jeez!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. buy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;'beyonce experience live dvd'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. make alot of friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. stop sleeping in class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think thats enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... and for my new year wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. beyonce experience live dvd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. the blouse i found at bugis street.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. shoes shoes!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;extention of curfew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;job&lt;/span&gt; during holidays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. get to go to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;sec 4 express.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. i wanna learn to play guitar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. more bling bling!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahaha!! ok thats all 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6oRJ1pysVyQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6oRJ1pysVyQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-4325899695865714946?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4325899695865714946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=4325899695865714946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/4325899695865714946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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lame/roll on floor/screaming to death jokes. people would wonder why we giggle alot eventually. hell yeah!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now see our convo. diana was trying to send me hady's video and the conversation starts..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dianaaaaa/I fake a smile so he won't see. sends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Open(Alt+P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dianaaaaa/I fake a smile so he won't see. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;●A●Q●I●L●A●H● i bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;●A●Q●I●L●A●H● i bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what video?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dianaaaaa/I fake a smile so he won't see. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dianaaaaa/I fake a smile so he won't see. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aku punyer boyfriend, engkau punyer favourite makcik nyer anak. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dianaaaaa/I fake a smile so he won't see. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hady la. lol. why so big, now i lazy send. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;●A●Q●I●L●A●H● i bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;huh ehh bahasa anda jaga jaga sedikit. tolong analisikan apa yang anda katakan tadi. saya semestinya tak faham secara langsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;●A●Q●I●L●A●H● i bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;analisasikan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;●A●Q●I●L●A●H● i bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hahahahhahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dianaaaaa/I fake a smile so he won't see. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahaha. cuba lihat ayat yang ditulis oleh saya yang sebelum ayat awak. awak akan dapat memahami apa yang saya cuba sedang menyampaikan kepada anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dianaaaaa/I fake a smile so he won't see. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. SO FUNNYZ. -.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;●A●Q●I●L●A●H● i bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;wei, mula mula cakap awak, abeh anda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;●A●Q●I●L●A●H● i bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;per jek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dianaaaaa/I fake a smile so he won't see. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EH SORRY AH. CONFUSE LOL. banyak sangat convo nak reply, lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;●A●Q●I●L●A●H● i bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;iye lah, sememangnya saya bersalah. minta maaf kerana saya terlambat sedikit. saya sedang mencari ilham. ape aku merepek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dianaaaaa/I fake a smile so he won't see. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHAHA TU PASAL AH. susun sepuluh jari. hahah. -.- raya influence, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;●A●Q●I●L●A●H● i bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pinta maaf akan kesilapan. ribut taufan, kembali jua sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;●A●Q●I●L●A●H● i bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me says&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;huahuahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dianaaaaa/I fake a smile so he won't see. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;apaa kau merepek? tu aper ah? standard line untuk mintak maaf eh? set ah, hari raya tahun depan aku use kau nyer line. HHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;●A●Q●I●L●A●H● i bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;●A●Q●I●L●A●H● i bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;kau ni aku ketawa sorang tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;●A●Q●I●L●A●H● i bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;im gonna blog this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;●A●Q●I●L●A●H● i bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;super funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dianaaaaa/I fake a smile so he won't see. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. me too, im like laughing like shiatz! ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;●A●Q●I●L●A●H● i bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hahhaha!! godd! if we do this in malay class, confirm kecoh gile babs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dianaaaaa/I fake a smile so he won't see. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I KNOW. confrim cikgu will go, "aqilah, diana, tukar tempat." HAAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-5857233433984221554?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5857233433984221554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=5857233433984221554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5857233433984221554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5857233433984221554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/12/msn-ing.html' title='msn-ing!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-6360981264163031906</id><published>2007-12-20T20:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T22:30:55.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paris oh paris!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so i was on youtube watching spoof and random videos when i came across this really funny yet its full of guilt video. haha. its an interview with paris hilton on david letterman show. they were suppose to discuss and promote paris' new fragrance and fashion line, but instead david asked he such personal questions that are not even related to the topics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yeah, paris was being criticised like alot! but somehow, she managed to react smartly and not be aggressive about it. i like it when she snapped back at him "but i have moved on with my life, i don't wanna talk about it anymore.." she was honest with her answers. so thats why it made me feel sorry for her. david letterman, shame on you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKSxHYK_wfs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKSxHYK_wfs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-6360981264163031906?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6360981264163031906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6360981264163031906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6360981264163031906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6360981264163031906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/12/paris-oh-paris.html' title='paris oh paris!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-1638103683085125236</id><published>2007-12-19T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:55:53.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;so yeah, i went to this christmas dinner organised by my mom's company. i thought that it was just a dinner in the office, so i just wear something simple. on the way to the office, my mom says that it held at some country club in a ballroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like cursing in the inside, kept on saying "what the hell! i should have worn something nicer!! fuck lar.." haha anyway, what made me pissed is that the journey kinda long. imagine from tanglin to bukit timah, how far was that? then the van stopped us at this BRITISH COUNTRY CLUB SINGAPORE. ang moh all over beybeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the second floor and proceed to the ballroom. oklar, not that big, but yeah romantic place! the food are all halal, except for the ham which is from different caterings. mom's boss is a caucasian man. my mom introduced him to me, and he eventually kissed both of my cheeks! my mom was taken back by that but she just give us a warm smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i tell you about the boss' son? hahah emo blondie hair, blue eyes, sharp nose, soccer player, and most of all hot!! hurhur! his father told us that he needs a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food, it was like a buffet. i took the breads and cookies first for the first round. then i took salads and raw oyster! it taste sucks. my mom ate it more than the malays over there ate the oysters. she said she can appreciate such foods. no comments actually, she's a living-on-land-shark. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i took log cakes and strawberry mouse! yumssss!! haha. you only get to eat log cakes once a year, and its so rich in cocoa!! hahah sorry lar, i love chocolates. its good for all the ladies who are pms-ing. it helps to cheer you up cos when you eat a chocolate it sends some chemicals into your brain that signals "happy".. so you will eventually be happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aqilah and her fun facts... tskkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i took back my present that i WRAPPED! haha because the santa in on the stage and you have to sit on his laps. i dont waaaant! hahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last we went home safely. arent you glad that i saved? haha. aaanywaaaay, kinda tired lah on that night. so yeah, thats all. TOOODLES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-1638103683085125236?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1638103683085125236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=1638103683085125236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/1638103683085125236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/1638103683085125236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-dinner.html' title='christmas dinner'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-7831446136935337246</id><published>2007-12-16T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T00:16:04.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saaaaaaaaaaaaad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CAN SOMEBODY COME TO ME AND SAY, "YOU'RE ADOPTED! YOUR ACTUAL PARENTS ARE TYRA BANKS AND DONALD TRUMPH."?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mom is so not into my sense of fashion ever since i was going through this puberty and figuring out who is the REAL AQILAH. my PARENTS are way totally different than i am. in fact, my character are not any of their resemblance :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouh god! what should i do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life's suck! BIG TIME!&lt;/strong&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/2300722556196190973-7831446136935337246?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7831446136935337246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=7831446136935337246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/7831446136935337246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/7831446136935337246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/12/saaaaaaaaaaaaad.html' title='saaaaaaaaaaaaad!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-7404365885826314518</id><published>2007-12-05T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:58:19.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-TOP: blue 0px solid; BORDER-LEFT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: blue 0px solid" href="http://www.lets101.com/quizzes/stars_say"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_taurus_txt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ouuh yes yes yes!! i am restless all the time, i am stubborn and likes to argue. when i get angry i dont like to say sorry to my enemy. i will do whatever it takes to win the battle. well, i dont know about im a hardworking person, but yes! i love to help people. damn! i dont like to stay at home. how this horoscope knows abt me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIANA.. THE SCORPIO LADY :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-TOP: blue 0px solid; BORDER-LEFT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: blue 0px solid" href="http://www.lets101.com/quizzes/stars_say"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_scorpio_txt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-7404365885826314518?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7404365885826314518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=7404365885826314518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/7404365885826314518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/7404365885826314518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/12/horoscope.html' title='horoscope'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-6132348472155106624</id><published>2007-12-01T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T07:38:29.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to diana</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i am dead bored at home, luckily rusydina is here to kill the boredom disease... to diana, please come back so that i can m-fcking bully you. and and siti nur hanisah i miss you babe! and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAPPY B'DAY RINI HARYANTI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and i can't wait to go to east coast and swim in the sea and take bay watch photos-- HAHAHA!! err im writing in big front :P so long viewers~~&lt;/span&gt;&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/2300722556196190973-6132348472155106624?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6132348472155106624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6132348472155106624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6132348472155106624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6132348472155106624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-diana.html' title='to diana'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-4958013344414405054</id><published>2007-12-01T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:05:11.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so today i was watching a movie that was put up in channel 5, its called 'dot the i'. its about this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; spanish lady, carmen who had a fiance but fell in love with another man. she's not really happy with her fiance (although i find that her fiance is hotter). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;she prefer a simple guy living in a simple life. so this admirer of her's cound'nt stop carmen and her fiance getting married. but in the end, she comes back to the guy and her fiance saw her doing some scandals behind his back. and so, he killed himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so i was watching halfway, suddenly my phone was buzzing. it was emilia! she asked me out and we met at city hall. we window-shopped and talk about how were we since the day we lost contacts. haha! and she's from tp, so she knows abit about wawan. i found out that wawan wore the tie on his birthday! awwww... i'm touched wawan :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so we went to bk and i had my breakfast/lunch/dinner. hahah. i didnt have breakfast cos i woke up late. i didnt have lunch cos i was getting ready to meet emi and at that time i had my dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;while we were sitting together at the marina bay, i saw a guy proposing to the girl. awww.. there'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;s like a big bouquet of flowers and he took out the ring~ right after he confessed, everybody there was clapping for joy. cute couple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and and and, at the end of it i have to go back early. and emi has somebody else to meet. so she sent me to the mrt station and she's off. WHEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-4958013344414405054?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4958013344414405054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=4958013344414405054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/4958013344414405054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/4958013344414405054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/12/wheeeee.html' title='wheeeee'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-2554560938205074201</id><published>2007-11-28T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T05:00:26.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is fucking LMAO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;okay, this is so HAHA!! i was brousing through evanescence live shows on youtube, and poof! related video : DINOSOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i cant find the part three, so skip that to part four :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Qb9TF7R2cE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Qb9TF7R2cE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yU194eE5jV4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yU194eE5jV4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDmM6DCfv08&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDmM6DCfv08&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;haha!! shit i have a good laugh.. nice storyline guys ^-^V &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/2300722556196190973-2554560938205074201?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2554560938205074201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=2554560938205074201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2554560938205074201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2554560938205074201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-fucking-lmao.html' title='this is fucking LMAO!!!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-3140541949890718053</id><published>2007-11-26T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:32:48.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lame shit..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; FONT-SIZE: 22px; BACKGROUND: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/647/830/death.o9nvzvqwxi.jpg) no-repeat; WIDTH: 241px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 75px; FONT-FAMILY: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/death"&gt;148,272 People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who died on May 04, 1992 (the exact day you were born)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/556/123/spelling.ppt4sgt4tf.jpg) no-repeat; WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 182px"&gt;&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 24px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 127px; FONT-FAMILY: Times New Roman, serif; HEIGHT: 35px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/view/blogger-spelling"&gt;I Scored a 67%!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo... and diana will go spastic when she sees this :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-3140541949890718053?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3140541949890718053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=3140541949890718053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3140541949890718053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3140541949890718053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/11/lame-shit.html' title='lame shit..'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-8520531597898001231</id><published>2007-11-25T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T09:30:28.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i had my own self obsessed day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh okay, so yesterday i went straight to XXXXX and bought wawan a present. i have the last bucks to spend on his prezzies, ouh well. i feel like a real broke biatch lar. omg, no money on my prepaid, no money on ez-link, worse!! not enough money in my pocket :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well right after buying wawan present and stuff, mom gave me allowance!!! yess arrgh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i was thinking to buy wawan a skinny tie. he likes to dress up, so i was thinking why not buy him a tie, he never use a tie for a long time, i guess. so buy him this really really cool tie and right now, i feel like buying one for myself :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after that, i went to chinatown. wow!! there were like alot of nyonya clothings there. everything in chinatown is about chinese. the smell of chinese herbs, jades on every jewellery shop and even qi bao on almost every shop. kinda bored at that time, because i went out alone, so decided to go into the singapore handicraft centre. walao, aqilah like real!!! hahaha but the paintings and the art craft were artistic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i went to 'this fahion', i was so crazy over pinafore and a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R0mssPeGTFI/AAAAAAAAANs/JD0aL2XBpZY/s1600-h/749258464_44220ca617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136826726059756626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R0mssPeGTFI/AAAAAAAAANs/JD0aL2XBpZY/s320/749258464_44220ca617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this pinafore is super duper sex!!!! aaaargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R0mtPveGTGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gH_56Y5c0DA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136827335945112674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R0mtPveGTGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gH_56Y5c0DA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;see! even beyonce is wearing this hat.. i need to buckle up my syle.. and i still not satisfied with the hats that i found :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouh okay, enough with what i wanted so bad, lets talk about how i passed the present to wawan :) so i was like scared that he dont like the present.. but somehow i bought a small chess box for the tie, to make it look presentable. hahah and i was expecting to meet wawan on monday, because obviously his birthday is on monday -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha, i didnt wrap the present and i just gave him like that. well he was fine with it, but he somehow doesnt know how to open the chess box... lame lah wawan... but he says the tie is cool. and my bro said he saw the tie before, and he even guessed the price correctly :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets cross fingers and hope that wawan wont find out the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and firdaus, i top up my hp, so lets sms mooore!! make diana and sean suspense..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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(kidding!)&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/2300722556196190973-2641966799192114587?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2641966799192114587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=2641966799192114587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2641966799192114587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2641966799192114587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-my-dear-friend-v.html' title='to my dear friend ^^V'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-3496791893823476244</id><published>2007-11-22T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T00:49:13.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the most wacky/beautiful night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it was like 11.30 in the night, my siblings and i were not asleep yet. mom's out to aunt's house and not home yet. my brothers are like so hungry plus there were no ingredients in the refrigerator. so my second bro, afiq ended up cooking the instant noodles for himself and my youngest brother, hamizan. while preparing for the food, my second brother disturbed hamizan. so hamizan was like crying and he said he dont want to eat. the food? nurul (third sis) ate them, because hamizan really really insist on not eating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hamizan cried, and we have no idea why. the more i asked why the more he cried. my second brother told me to let him be alone (emo kid- haha!) we teased each other. my second brother taught me how to do wall punching. gosh! not my thing but, i gave the first punch and started to freak out. i wonder how my brother can resist the pain. we made some wacky and stupid jokes all the time. bare in mind, hamizan's still crying. well, he said he's not hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we stopped laughing and screaming like shit in the middle of the night, and start watching japanese anime on art central. hamizan joined us, and we kinda smiled. somehow, he cried in front of us. i guess he wants attention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sat beside my second bro and started to talk:&lt;br /&gt;hamizan: abang, you know what?&lt;br /&gt;afiq: what? you want to eat? wa lao, i told you to eat you say you dont want.&lt;br /&gt;hamizan: (cried again) no!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;afiq: then what?&lt;br /&gt;hamizan: hamizan loves abang, but abang dont love hamizan.. abang loves kakak more(cried more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they both hugged, and we lived happily ever after.. haha!&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/2300722556196190973-3496791893823476244?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3496791893823476244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=3496791893823476244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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achievements along with his band members. they have made a song recording last saturday,17 november 2007. ouh yes, how silly aqilah!! their band name is Short Term Memory, (STM). nyeahaha!! so here it is, it's called my animosity, short term memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/q4Kk7rmHhG"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/q4Kk7rmHhG" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Short Term Memory - My Animosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that you said&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But you threw it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that i got&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me a lot&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you&lt;br /&gt;That i love you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that i still&lt;br /&gt;Have these feelings for ur lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;All these while i tried to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But you just can't seem to understand what i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories in my head&lt;br /&gt;Are still thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I just can't forget&lt;br /&gt;about the things that you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can't go on&lt;br /&gt;You must help me out&lt;br /&gt;My lovely feelings for you&lt;br /&gt;Makes me scream out loud&lt;/span&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/2300722556196190973-4882476809549586948?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4882476809549586948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>sooo sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/geRdF1XWsoM&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/geRdF1XWsoM&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Soo sweet ^^V &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this at Hidayat's profile.. &lt;br /&gt;Seems like this song is best to sing at your loved ones.. &lt;br /&gt;but too commom already :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-1542375061272159308?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-3228008723412002399</id><published>2007-11-18T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:35:03.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my bestest biatch!</title><content type='html'>God it has been a year of friendships, and i can't forget the days we had fun together. i feel like our friendship is priceless. right now i couldn't describe how i feel. it's all mixed up! i feel glad yet upset, at times i feel like crying and most of the days i feel delighted, flattered, hyper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to dee x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134434509579922546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/R0Es-6oErHI/AAAAAAAAANk/O-N2afhWUN4/s320/creadit+to+dee.JPG" border="0" /&gt; so much to say, but i think she deserves this post :P&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm crapping.. gaah&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, thank you for the companion you gave me,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for making my life full of ups and down.&lt;br /&gt;well, better than empty right??&lt;br /&gt;although you are the kind of friend who doesn't stands up for me much, but you still listen to my whole lot of problems. (they are full of junks i tell you)&lt;br /&gt;everything i do, i needed you. (well, if my brother is not there)&lt;br /&gt;ok cut! see i told you i have so much to say..&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking to have my own talk show like ellen ar tyra or oprah.&lt;br /&gt;because i talk alot!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-3228008723412002399?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3228008723412002399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=3228008723412002399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3228008723412002399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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going to show you how i feel right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU FOR VIEWING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-3128034493854133666?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3128034493854133666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=3128034493854133666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3128034493854133666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3128034493854133666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-1700639313392524415</id><published>2007-11-18T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T02:01:58.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i have this pms shit!!! and i have to get over it somehow :&lt;br /&gt;and guess what i did guys.. cook at around 11.30 pm in the middle of the night!!&lt;br /&gt;well, i know tomorrow i'm gonna be a lazy pig and start lazing in my bed doing nothing, plus, dear brother coming back from work and i cook for him :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the steps:&lt;br /&gt;1)find some spices you can find in the fridge, and take out the chicken pieces out from the fridge too.&lt;br /&gt;2) start peeling the onions and garlic and ginger and what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;3)cries for help if you dunno how to work the blender (optional)&lt;br /&gt;4)sizzle the mixture that you blend with oil in the pot (figure out yourself, wether to put mixture or oil first!)&lt;br /&gt;5)add curry powder and chicken.&lt;br /&gt;6)put the assam water.. errkk (ask ur next door if u dun have one)&lt;br /&gt;7)add salt and plain water (this shouldn't be a problem)&lt;br /&gt;8)wait for it too cook (while you were at it, clean ur kitchen and scream as loud as you can if you saw a lizard near your dustbin)&lt;br /&gt;9)ready to serve!! ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, my curry turn out nice, but abit salty :P&lt;br /&gt;attention to THE ROCK: my curry has no cinnamon, because we were out of it :) you may eat my curry hot guy *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-1700639313392524415?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-1879003796664021407</id><published>2007-11-16T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T02:43:19.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my dedication</title><content type='html'>okay, i'm such a bad daughter!! on 14th november, was my mother's birthday. yeahyeah.. i did wish her personally and gave her gifts but i promised myself to post it on my blog upon her birthday.. well mama, i know its kinda late, but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SONG IS FOR YOU :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MQxC6yfGqcM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MQxC6yfGqcM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the wrong&lt;br /&gt;Time flies&lt;br /&gt;When you're having fun&lt;br /&gt;You wake up&lt;br /&gt;Another year is gone&lt;br /&gt;Twenty one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm on the phone&lt;br /&gt;It's been a day or so&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kinda late&lt;br /&gt;But happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah whoa oh&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah whoa oh&lt;br /&gt;Well I miss you too&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah I know&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kinda late&lt;br /&gt;But happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard&lt;br /&gt;When you're far away&lt;br /&gt;It's lame but I forgot the date&lt;br /&gt;I won't make the same mistake&lt;br /&gt;It's all too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know&lt;br /&gt;Don't hang up the phone&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was at home&lt;br /&gt;I know it's way too late&lt;br /&gt;But happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah whoa oh&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah whoa oh&lt;br /&gt;Well I miss you too&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah I know&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kinda late&lt;br /&gt;But happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't care&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;If I could I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah whoa oh&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah whoa oh&lt;br /&gt;Well I miss you too&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah I know&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kinda late&lt;br /&gt;But happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah whoa oh&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah whoa oh&lt;br /&gt;Well I miss you too&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah I know&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kinda late&lt;br /&gt;But happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;To you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-1879003796664021407?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1879003796664021407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=1879003796664021407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/1879003796664021407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/1879003796664021407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-my-dedication.html' title='this is my dedication'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' 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url(http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/css/img/zombie/zombie_badge.png) no-repeat; WIDTH: 94px; COLOR: #fff; FONT-FAMILY: sans-serif, verdana, arial; HEIGHT: 14px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/zombie"&gt;45%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-2393032701387363966?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2393032701387363966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=2393032701387363966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2393032701387363966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2393032701387363966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/11/test-after-tests.html' title='test after tests :)))'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-3530643895000959984</id><published>2007-11-14T17:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T17:48:06.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo-ing all the time</title><content type='html'>was walking around the tiong bahru area, and then i rested at the benches near tiong bahru park. there's alot of life there. little cute kids running around (caucasians!), old folks doing some tai chi and teenagers playing soccer and stuff. got myself a piece of paper and a pen, so this what i wrote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BEGIN WITH A NEW CHAPTER, ALL I CAN SAY WAS, IT'S TOTALLY COMPLICATED! I DIDN'T CRIED MUCH LIKE I DID THE LAST TIME WHEN I HAD SOME CRASHING BOOMBASTIC RELATIONSHIP. BUT THE THING IS, I CAN'T CHOOSE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TALK ABOUT CHOOSING, FIRST AF ALL I MUST KNOW WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES THAT I WANT. ERM... MAYBE A HUMOROUS PERSON WHO CAN GIVE ME A GOOD LAUGHTER. OUH! AND A PERSON WHO CAN SING AND SHARE THE SAME INTEREST IN MUSIC AS ME... A PERSON WHO CAN LEND ME A HAND WHEN I NEEDED HIM. A PERSON WHO IS BRAVE TO STAND UP FOR HIMSELF AND OTHERS. A PERSON WHO IS VERY PATIENT BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY, I'M IRRITATING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;URGH! THERE ARE LIKE SO MUCH MORE THAT I REALLY WANT AND HOW POSSIBLE CAN ALL OF THESE QUALITIES HAVE IN ONE PERSON? I BELIEVE THAT THERE'S NEGATIVITY IN EVERYONE OF US. I ADMIT, I MYSELF HAVE MY OWN ATTITUDE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;RIGHT NOW, HOW I WISH I CAN FORETELL WHAT LIES WITHIN THE FUTURE. HOW I WISH I HAVE SOMEKIND OF POWERS AND I CAN GO INSIDE EACH AND EVERYONE'S BODY AND ANALYZE WHO IS THE BEST FOR ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[1] EVEN IF I KNOW YOU TRULY NEED ME, WOULD YOU TAKE THE SACRIFICE TO EVEN CONFESS? WOULD YOU BRING ME TO PLACES THAT I'VE NEVER BEEN BEFORE AND MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A PRINCESS? WOULD YOU MAKE A BIG IMPACT IN MY LIFE? WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[2]SO WHAT IF YOU MADE ME FEEL LIKE A PRINCESS? SO WHAT IF YOU BRING ME PLACES? SO WHAT IF YOU MAKE EVERY MOMENT A MAGICAL, THAT EVERY WOMAN WOULD DESIRE? WOULD YOU JUST GIVE UP JUST BECAUSE [1] IS JOINING THE COMPETITION? AFTER ALL THE FUN AND LAUGHTERS, IS IT REALLY EASY FOR YOU TO JUST WALK AWAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[3]EVEN SO IF IT'S HARD FOR YOU TO EVEN GIVE A LITTLE STEP, DON'T YOU FEEL THAT YOU HAVE TO MOVE ON WITH YOUR LIFE? DON'T YOU FEEL THAT YOU ARE PLAYING 2 HEARTS AT A TIME? HOW DARE YOU TAKE ME AS YOUR RESERVE!! FORGET ABOUT ME WILL YOU. YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, SO ENJOY EVERY SECOND THAT YOU HAVE WITH HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-3530643895000959984?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3530643895000959984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=3530643895000959984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3530643895000959984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/3530643895000959984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/11/emo-ing-all-time-s.html' title='emo-ing all the time'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-6809318966606952634</id><published>2007-11-14T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T04:41:19.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i had my own test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Girly Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexygirlareyouquiz/girly-sexy.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a youthful spirit, and your energy is infectious.&lt;br /&gt;Men love your innocence and lack of emotional baggage.&lt;br /&gt;You make every kiss seem like the first and every moment magical.&lt;br /&gt;How could any guy in his right mind resist that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Play the Accordion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/accordion.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are eccentric, funky, wacky... definitely one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;People have trouble putting you in any one particular category. You definitely have your own thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a born entertainer. No wonder you'd be perfect as an one man (or one woman) band.&lt;br /&gt;Your musical influences likely cross all genres - and blend together in a very unusual way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are definitely offbeat, you also enjoy tradition and influences from the past.&lt;br /&gt;It's just your style to take an old fashioned instrument like the accordion and make it uniquely yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant personality characteristic: your total inhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secondary personality characteristic: your interest in obscure activities and subjects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 65% Bitchy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/bitchy-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you may not think of yourself as the ice queen, admit it, you're often in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;And it's those around you who often bear the brunt of your annoyance, even if they haven't done anything wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Downtown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanuptowngirloradowntowngirlquiz/downtown.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a funky spirit that requires freedom to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your city girl persona needs adventure, diversity, and great pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, people see you as warm and well-balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is reserved and logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem logical, detached, and a bit manipulative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem cheerful and optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kisses Are Medium-Hot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhotareyourkissesquiz/kiss-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses are definitely sexy, but you're not about to make anyone gasp for air.&lt;br /&gt;You take it slow and steady... and you ramp things up when you get the right signals.&lt;br /&gt;Your kissing style is adaptable and adept. And people who kiss you love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-6809318966606952634?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6809318966606952634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6809318966606952634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6809318966606952634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6809318966606952634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-my-own-test.html' title='i had my own test'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-8002524273493351560</id><published>2007-11-13T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:14:04.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUH LOOVE :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Oh my godd... this song is soo 'sleeq'.. haha i love the shorter guy, whose that guy, erm Alyph.. hahas they sound like from the west. shame on me, i didnt buy the album :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dAeK1rqnJd"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dAeK1rqnJd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-8002524273493351560?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8002524273493351560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=8002524273493351560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/8002524273493351560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/8002524273493351560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/11/ouh-loove.html' title='OUH LOOVE :)'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-2270827340774739382</id><published>2007-11-13T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:46:02.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my lovestory :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RznGeRu1KxI/AAAAAAAAANc/vvpuYrdr3AQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132351473823591186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RznGeRu1KxI/AAAAAAAAANc/vvpuYrdr3AQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once upon a time there were a king (sean), queen (diana) and a princess (lucy) lived in a big, big castle full of flowers and jewels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;one day, princess lucy went to the garden to pluck some flowers. there were carnations, lavenders, roses and even daisies! out of nowhere, she saw a young man standing in her garden. it was Prince Edmund. princess lucy was shocked! she expects that Prince Author, the one that she admired would appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Prince Author would bring princess lucy out to the most beautiful places and would buy her heart with flowers and his charming voice. Prince Edmund in the other hand, is more of a low profile person who wouldnt dare to show his true feelings to the princess although he loves her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;princess lucy never knew that prince edmund loves her so much. she was too blind to see that prince edmund cared for her all these while. she strongly believes that prince author loves her more that ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;one gloomy night, a big big dragon kidnapped the princess. the next day, the whole kingdom were annouced by king sean and queen diana that whoever saved princess lucy will get married to her immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at this time, prince edmund flew into a rage. he was so angry towards himself for not taking care of the princess well. he immediately ride a horse and started his journey to the dragon's territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;prince author in the other hand, was building up a troop of soldiers to save princess lucy. all of the soldiers went for a war, except for himself who was too coward to sacrifice himself for her.&lt;br /&gt;there goes a battle between the dragon and the soldiers including prince edmund. after so many thousands of soldiers died, the four of the survival soldiers and prince edmund finally defeated the dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;prince edmund saved princess lucy from the trap and carried her to the castle where king sean and queen diana was waiting for the arrival of her one and only daughter.&lt;br /&gt;promise were kept, prince edmund and princess lucy were happily married and therefore live happily ever after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;finally, princess lucy realised that her soulmate were in disguise.&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/2300722556196190973-2270827340774739382?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2270827340774739382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=2270827340774739382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2270827340774739382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2270827340774739382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-my-lovestory.html' title='This is my lovestory :)'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RznGeRu1KxI/AAAAAAAAANc/vvpuYrdr3AQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-7665371661977574474</id><published>2007-11-12T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:44:47.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so HAHAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/blog_rating"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="online dating" src="http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/349/995/rated_pg.9diqdioa5n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.. hahah. i know this is lame. but the site rate my blog as PG. i was expecting like NC16, with all the vulgars and stuff :) well, i guess kids nowadays are used to vulgarities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-7665371661977574474?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7665371661977574474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=7665371661977574474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/7665371661977574474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/7665371661977574474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-so-hahah.html' title='This is so HAHAH!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-2957498494861923598</id><published>2007-11-12T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:53:57.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go again, circles never end</title><content type='html'>was on the phone with him at night and he would play me songs that he composed himself with his electric guitar whenever i'm the phone with him. hardcore songs! yeeeahhh... i like it, dont you? then he would play solo with all the complicated tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he would play my favourite song, your guardian angel by the red jumpsuit apparatus. but tonight was different, he composed a song for me :)) it's called 'you're my shining stars'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sang halfway, and he asks me, "once upon a time, i wish upon a star but the star doesn't shine. why aqilah, why the star does not shine?" i just said, "i don't know" and he continues with the chorus.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"COS YOU ARE MY SHINING STAR..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, can't remember the rest of the lyrics, but all i can say is that i'm totally at the stage where i feel busted and torn, only some of my friends would know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urrgh, i know it's so bitchy to post something that you all are totally clueless what am i saying rite? i'm so sorry, i have to let it out somewhere :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no heart feelings aiite. thanks for viewing btw..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-2957498494861923598?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2957498494861923598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=2957498494861923598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2957498494861923598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2957498494861923598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/11/here-we-go-again-circles-never-end.html' title='here we go again, circles never end'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-628430141507285180</id><published>2007-11-10T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T06:03:23.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>freak out bastard!! cuz u r soo glutton :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'M &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;TIRED&lt;/span&gt; OF YOU WANTING TO USE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; AS YOUR &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO-CALLED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A STAND-BY SO THAT &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;INCASE U FACED A BREAK UP,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I WILL BE THE NEXT ONE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHAT AM I HUH?? A PET? YOUR DOG???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HOW COME&lt;/span&gt; YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON'T HAVE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FEELINGS?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HOW DARE YOU COME CLOSE TO ME WHILE IN OTHER HAND YOU HAVE YOUR OWN GIRLFRIEND!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;WHO CARES&lt;/span&gt; SHE HAS BEEN &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DATING&lt;/span&gt; OTHER MAN BEHIND YOUR BACK? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;WHAT DOES IT SHOWS FUCKER??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;OBVIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;SHOWS THAT &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYBODY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON'T TAKE ME AS YOUR SPARE TYRE, BECAUSE I WON'T LISTEN UP TO YOU..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOR SHOUTING OUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU ARE ATTACHED, SO ACT LIKE ONE!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BECAUSE I DONT ENTERTAIN TO YOUR GLUTTON BEHAVIOUR ANYMORE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FROM NOW ON,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WILL NEVER BE A PART OF YOUR LIFE AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;NEVER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; got it?&lt;/span&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/2300722556196190973-628430141507285180?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/628430141507285180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=628430141507285180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/628430141507285180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/628430141507285180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/11/freak-out-bastard-cuz-u-r-soo-glutton.html' title='freak out bastard!! cuz u r soo glutton :('/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-4170115960171730821</id><published>2007-11-08T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T06:25:24.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fergie ferrrgg</title><content type='html'>ahh yes, tis is fergie's cool video, clumsy. love love love her lips. i want to pierce my eyebrow.. hmmmphh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQlxVeBDVxI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQlxVeBDVxI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-4170115960171730821?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4170115960171730821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=4170115960171730821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/4170115960171730821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/4170115960171730821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/11/fergie-ferrrgg.html' title='fergie ferrrgg'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-5398215980364077256</id><published>2007-11-08T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T06:19:22.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh... ma god!!</title><content type='html'>oh my oh my!!&lt;br /&gt;beyonce won the award for the most earth shattering collaboration with shakira, beautiful liar. and there it is, kanye west and 50 cent were suppose to give the trophy to her with open hands... but somehow beyonce's DECENT kiss was rejected by 50 cent. and she was like "okay" giving a one kind look, like she was embarassed. the first thing on my mind was like, "ouh fu*k! he's mean!!" see the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q3QDBOsfVhI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q3QDBOsfVhI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UUUURGHH!!! that hurts.. i don't like it. but it cools me down when theres some explaination on the us radio station by 50 cent himself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ShLMBDKfsvg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ShLMBDKfsvg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-5398215980364077256?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5398215980364077256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=5398215980364077256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5398215980364077256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5398215980364077256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-ma-god.html' title='oh... ma god!!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-2375811222722368060</id><published>2007-10-25T00:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T07:55:37.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day what a day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;arly in the morning, crisis occured! i woke up late. some more i dilly-dally getting ready and there you go, kena left out by my school mates. we were supposed to have a class outing at Botanic Garden. fun though, but to keep up with the rest is the hard part. went to the school with a taxi thinking that everybody is there waiting for me. somehow, the school bus has left- got the news from Diana in the taxi @7#$%2!!! there you go! $6 gone like that. Jane called right after that, she asked me to meet her at the side gate (i was at the front gate) to take another taxi!!!!!! luckily, i paid half of the fee. so its like $3 only. BUT STILL... I WASTED SO MUCH MONEY ON TAXI WHILE THOSE $9 CAN BE SPENT ON SOMETHING ELSE... and its all because im late. ahpui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached there, we found out the we went to the wrong entrance... so we took 20 minutes to walk to the other side of the garden *sigh*. anyway, along the way, i had a good coversation with Jane :) Jane and i are not really close. even though we knew each other from last year, we did not talk that much. let's just say that there's no bond between us. maybe slowly slowly we can get along with each other better. wait! dont get me wrong, we didn't quarrel or anything, but we just didnt talk much. haigh.. some things are hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, there's alot of pretty flowers and pretty boys- cheeky ones! we walked pass the swan lake, like woah!! there's two swans spreading their wings and splashing the water. they are so white, so pure and serene looking =)) Jane took the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long walk, finally we found them. ouh i have forgottem where we held the picnic, but we sure have fun :) taking pictures, playing volleyball, run around, eat cakes and sandwiches play games.. it was a whole lot of fun and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class sure bings joy in my life. im glad that mr seow is a great form teacher, besides mrs woo and miss leong. though at times i always disappoint him with maths. actually, i knew deep down that i can do my maths very well. but i have given up the subjects. i did my maths test based on what i had studies on the first semester, for the second semester, i really really washed my hand off them. not because of external distraction or even emotional problems, its just that i always love to take short cut. and i have to admit... yes, its an attitude problem. i dont even want to make the effort to even try. its too late, exam is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a picnic to botanic gardens, the group of girls and i went to vivo city. had alot of fun there. we played balloons and strings and water. make a mess out of the place, but yes, we cleaned that place up. we are responsible people okay. please eh. so after that, all of us went home safely... the end :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125248614326329410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCKdcJ74EI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GBM0DIICpjM/s320/DSC0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i wasnt here yet, but diana send it to me... they were briefed about some games that are held (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125248927858942034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCKvsJ74FI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UPl4cc_4zz0/s320/DSC0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;woah!! cheryl in action mannn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125249305816064098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCLFsJ74GI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_O29yZKoKxw/s320/DSC0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; they layout the plastics sheets and getting started. i think i reached here already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125252101839773890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCNocJ74MI/AAAAAAAAAK8/UWgLo1jlM1o/s320/DSC0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; melvin gave some instuctions on playing the blanket games... we had alot of fun :) wheeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125250723155271826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCMYMJ74JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/yrJ3zJDRGHo/s320/DSC0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; mister seow, form teacher and maths teacher..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125251010918080674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCMo8J74KI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qo5biNIe_88/s320/DSC0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;they played the abc game, i missed this part.. ouh wellsssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125251337335595186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCM78J74LI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4JPwq5Ic3RQ/s320/DSC0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;me and yoon jung :) diana, photographer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125252368127746258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCN38J74NI/AAAAAAAAALE/dRgEkXhS82M/s320/DSC0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;that's diana.. the emo kid. what do teachers teach these days.. haighhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125252746084868322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCON8J74OI/AAAAAAAAALM/jvaIkKThpqs/s320/DSC0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;it's me and you.. haha!! see the scar on my face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125253051027546354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCOfsJ74PI/AAAAAAAAALU/A4u_dnPa4Is/s320/DSC0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;it's a shame that ima retarded :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125253343085322498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCOwsJ74QI/AAAAAAAAALc/x879Ks08f-k/s320/DSC0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is it, jane :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125253755402182930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCPIsJ74RI/AAAAAAAAALk/QvaKxUwj7dw/s320/DSC0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i was at the back of the so-called blanket.. mr seow won! haiiigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125254167719043362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCPgsJ74SI/AAAAAAAAALs/9NSeP8nGods/s320/DSC0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;rhonda, mother of all the sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125255048187339058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCQT8J74TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/k0B65UIy4sk/s320/DSC0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;getting started with the food, yummy yumster!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125658259717087730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyH_B8J74fI/AAAAAAAAANU/8a0ppuX26Jc/s320/DSC0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Diana; my leg; jermaine's leg &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125255795511648594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCQ_cJ74VI/AAAAAAAAAME/ibjHjLpNRSk/s320/DSC0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;diana; my face; jerr face &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125651873100718450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyH5OMJ74XI/AAAAAAAAAMU/N5a1-QYKv1c/s320/DSC0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;it's our class cake.. i miss you 2f!!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125652152273592706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyH5ecJ74YI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_GicffHa8qo/s320/DSC0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ouh, did i mention that we met this cute caucasian child? he took our ball and his name is Harry :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125652573180387730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyH528J74ZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Oc4SppU2sWE/s320/DSC0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;next, its vivo time. we played balloon on the water, fun mann!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125653187360711074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyH6asJ74aI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MFhLD-2x2eM/s320/DSC0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;we played like a beach ball game.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125653728526590386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyH66MJ74bI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DBaRC8-b4RI/s320/DSC0179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the spectators. bwahahaha!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125654200972992962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyH7VsJ74cI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ji0bZloyeuM/s320/DSC0180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;they are so happy when i tied them up. something wrong in the mind.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125654621879787986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyH7uMJ74dI/AAAAAAAAANE/iuQhUxeam9c/s320/DSC0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;jermaine tied herself while playing the balloons, i dont know what jermaine's doing.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125654961182204386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyH8B8J74eI/AAAAAAAAANM/e9E_50h3h98/s320/DSC0184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;she made the string &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; a lingerie wear.. err ignorance is bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;Awww.. i will miss you guys like hell =((&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/2300722556196190973-2375811222722368060?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2375811222722368060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=2375811222722368060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2375811222722368060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2375811222722368060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-day-what-day.html' title='what a day what a day...'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RyCKdcJ74EI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GBM0DIICpjM/s72-c/DSC0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-4864435983218321020</id><published>2007-10-24T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T06:54:37.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun fun fun :))))))))</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, this post is back dated, but it's still fond in my mind =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Firstly, i have to say im quite okay with my results. except maths. Hilmi says i must scold the inventor, not the paper. heh heh heh!! yeah man! if you all get my catch, exam's over! and its time to party party party. but first, must go around for hari raya and get some bucks so that i wont screwed up! oh btwa, first day of hari raya, i wore fake eyelashes for the first time- i know it's not a big deal but oh heck! green is the colour of the year, but clash with my aunty, zaki and i heard azura. not that close to azura, so like yeah :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ouh yeah, i met my friends for the first time on real life. it's Hilmi and Hidayat :)) Siti and i planned to catch a movie with them, and we ended up watching The Nanny's Diary. actually, we wanted to watch Resident's Evil, but Siti hesitated and insist that we must watch some other movie that is not NC16. oh btw, i see the first part of the video at my aunt's house, and she switch off the dvd player after seeing Milla Jovovich kinda nude. so, bad idea after all. anyway, since i have learnt alot about being a nanny from the movie, would anyone bother to choose me just so that i can babysit anybody?? hahah!! aqilah like real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so here's the story. met Siti at Redhill mrt, but i was late -.-''' she waited for me like for half an hour. then Hidayat sms-ed me right after that. he said he will be late about 45 minutes. so i we went to City Hall and i planned to walk around the shopping mall but Siti was tired, so wait for Hidayat while listening to music. we were damn bored waiting for him, so we went to adidas shop, because Siti wanted to buy a soccer boot. just when we stepped in to the shop, Hidayat called. then we just meet him at the mall. another obstacle occured, we had no clue where is the nearest movie house. hurhur -.-''' so we went back to the mrt and went to Orchard Cineleisure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had alot of fun meeting Hidayat though he's kinda not so talkative, but a joker. Siti is unusually silent and i was WEIRDLY loud. hahahaha!! i dont what's got into me, but i was so desperate to buy a new bunch of new clothings. the ones in my closet are super duper boring. i need new style, new colour and everything's new!! Siti didnt talk much, but they sure had a good conversation when it comes to soccer. aiya!! soccer boot?? first class?? second class?? grips?? what the hell man. i shall talk to them all about net balling and how to play =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i remember the part when Siti stared back at the bangladesh man when she saw them looking at us. i mean like seriously, i think they were looking at her. she kept saying that they were looking at me. not my type okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;met Hilmi at cineleisure but decided to watch the movie at Plaza Singapura. so, we all took a bus to go there. Cineleisure's movie tix were all sold out. so like yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the movie.. hmm.. okaylar. quite touching when the boy chased after the nanny. like his freaking parents expects too much out of him, and he has lack of attention and his freaking father couldnt care less about his son. some more got scandal! aiyo!! tsk tsk tsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all in all, i did have fun going out with them. and Hidayat, your $10 is much appreciated. next time when we meet again, it's my turn to treat you a movie. ahaks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-4864435983218321020?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4864435983218321020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=4864435983218321020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/4864435983218321020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/4864435983218321020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/10/fun-fun-fun.html' title='fun fun fun :))))))))'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-4336509377078294285</id><published>2007-10-07T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T09:33:13.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>myyy love and only one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; went on youtube and i was extremely glad to see what how Beyonce was respected and appreciated. except for the fall in live concerts at Orlando and her flying dress showing up her boobs, everything was okay. i mean like Beyonce &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; has a good reputation with the world of media. no issue on partying in da club like some Paris Hilton, or having an affair with some other guys or even taking her own nude photos like Venessa Hudgens. so yeah, im still so proud to be her fan and take her as a role model. well, people say that you must not be 100% satisfied with whatever you have. things change, people change too! you just cant be sure what comes next. this is what Beyonce's fan have done to her, and i feel that they deseve my credits, so yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;THIS IS BEYONCE'S TOP 5 BEST VOCAL PERFORMANCE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NK1MM5qHtVQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NK1MM5qHtVQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;talking about media and reputation and stuff. it reminds me of Britney Spears. i think people who always find fault with her has something wrong with their mental. who's that guy?? erm chris rock? he is soo poor thing. how much he loves Britney, he felt her pain and i feel his pain. i think Britney is a strong woman. she fights against the media and half of the world who are against her. if i were Britney, i wouldn't dare to face the world. the fact that she still performs on the stange and made an album, it is more than a real woman can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Britney is no woman, she's a heroin and i respect her for that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-4336509377078294285?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4336509377078294285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=4336509377078294285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/4336509377078294285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/4336509377078294285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/10/myyy-love-and-only-one.html' title='myyy love and only one!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-4342575260759221037</id><published>2007-09-30T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T12:15:21.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of fun and laughter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RwU6JvhxZKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3rEHDa_u1Ns/s1600-h/Picture+149263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117560490627785890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RwU6JvhxZKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3rEHDa_u1Ns/s320/Picture+149263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;eptember 22 nd, i decided to call siti in the afternoon and ask her out. before that, went to the library to borrow some books. what pisses me is that there's no books about psychology just when i was about to read about them. why do they name the place library then? hmmpff.. i ended up with a love novel book again. well, not really a love novel lar, its something about handling a relationship with a man who are abusive. not that my ex-es are like that, so yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sms-ed Siti that im on the way to her house, but she was like at the Bukit Merah Interchange. so change of plan, went to Tiong Bahru instead. we window-shopped and stuff, and then moved to the Tiong Bahru Park right after that. we had a great conversation there. siti was telling me how her soccer team has been progressing, while i was bitching about my life and how i always late for school every week. pathetic? i agree!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117559927987070082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RwU5o_hxZII/AAAAAAAAAJU/V5r_rACqckQ/s320/Picture+149265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we were chatting and stuff, out of a sudden, my primary school friend, Elfi, appeared behind Siti! i was speechless. all i did was pointing my fingers to signal Siti that he was coming over to our place. Siti turned around, and then screeched like as if she saw a celebrity. you see, if it's not for his change of outfit and the way he looks at that time, i wouldn't compliment him 'handsome'. you see, Elfi used to wear a gangsta outfit. cigga was placed at his ear, blond hair, wears cap like some pai-kiah and toothpick stuck in his mouth sometimes. i was always against him last time, for his gangster-like looks and he talks with full of vulgarities. now he totally changed! he became more pumped-up, wears like some hot guy, no more blondie or even gold hair, and he spoke softly to us!! aaargh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RwU6wfhxZLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/tsHKaAeI8Jw/s1600-h/Picture+149266-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117561156347716786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RwU6wfhxZLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/tsHKaAeI8Jw/s320/Picture+149266-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after he left, we talked about him for 5 minutes and forget about all the incidents. haha!! you think i'm gonna be serious with anybody? no way! my brother called after that. we talked to him on the phone and stuf, and Siti wanted to see my brother and the rest, so we decided to move to Henderson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the boys, unfortunately, were late than us. just when we were waiting for them, Hidayat called Siti. i was out to know that before i met Siti, she called Hidayat. lets just say that we were planning to meet him with his friend, Hilmi this saturday. i know! exam exam exam!! but i know i will study.. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the boys came, and we lent thier soccer ball to play. siti taught a little bit about soccer. i was good with dribbling, but i could not score a sharp shoot to the goal post. and right then and there, i feel like a real girlish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RwU7WPhxZMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JliVvQiGWSQ/s1600-h/Picture+149264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117561804887778498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RwU7WPhxZMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JliVvQiGWSQ/s320/Picture+149264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went home after that. my mom asked me out to geylang. i was super on. haha. my mom got herself ready and just as we wanted to take the lift, my aunty and uncle was inside. we went to breakfast together at the Bukit Merah. chat with my aunty. halfway through, i suddenly came across this question, "you used to be a very tigress person towards your child, what made you change the whole concept and turn into someone who is calm?" i know the question is very personal, but i gotta know. i was expecting an upset expression on her face, instead she gave me a pleasant smile assuring that my question is okay to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with calm expression, she answered. "i think at some point, i realised that i have to change my personal opinion about life. i always wanted to be a supporting mother to my kids." i listened to her intensely as she elaborates more. "i had a friend whose name is Sulastri when i was younger, (that reminds me of my bestie whose name is also Sulastri) i always envied her family. not that she is really rich, but her parents were super supporting. i remembered she was telling her mother that she had a crush. i was facinated by the way they spoke to each other. they seemed like somehow- you know, besties."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my aunty added more, "you know, your grandmother is a very strict mother. you cant even share some personal opinions or thoughts to her, espeacially love. or else she will get angry. that's why i always envied my friend. my teacher used to tell me, 'if you have a weak family foundation, next time when it comes to your own child, you must cut the ritual and make it better for your children. i still keep his words and try to make it happen as far as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went to geylang with my aunt and uncle. we took a look at alot of stuff that has been laid for sold. but most of all, we had alot of freaking fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-4342575260759221037?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4342575260759221037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=4342575260759221037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/4342575260759221037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/4342575260759221037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-of-fun-and-laughter.html' title='a day of fun and laughter.'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RwU6JvhxZKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3rEHDa_u1Ns/s72-c/Picture+149263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-6886453915052542838</id><published>2007-09-22T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:11:47.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oday, woke up at 12.30 pm. why?? chat with my friends till midnight, and one of them was crazy cause he ask me to be offline together with him. haha. i tell you all about him if i can tell. not for now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, made my bed, and bathe. my mom wasn't at home. she was visitting somebody at the hospital. all i know is, she was with my auncle. so i called 'my mother', and it turns out to be somebody else's voice. ok, i admit, i was being silly for assuming that the guy is my auncle -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tallked to him as usual. i was like "heyy, is this you? where's mama?" and the guy was like "what mama?" and the next thing i do was to hang up on him. so, i was trying to recall what number have i pressed. OMFG!! IT'S FAZLI'S NUMBER. my hands were shaky. my mind was like telling me 'i'm dead, i'm dead, i'm dead, i'm dead, i'm dead, i'm dead!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called my mother right after that. we talked a while and then i gave myself the curtosey of calling him back. said sorry and went laughing like a hyena on the loose! i hang up on him for the second time. though his voice sounds chirpy, i still feel that it's wrong to call him. what if he thought that i did that on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i didn't call you on purpose ayte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-6886453915052542838?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6886453915052542838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6886453915052542838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6886453915052542838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6886453915052542838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/09/saturday-blues.html' title='saturday blues'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-2949659894075191812</id><published>2007-09-15T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:11:10.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>effing crazy day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kay, i was bored. my brother &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; have plans with his 'brothers'. so i tagged along with him, but befor that, i went to the national library to return books and get to borrow one novel, titled "beware lover". not that im into love kinda thing, but yeah reading new concepts of books doesn't hurt, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around four, i called my bro and went to the same place. henderson there :) the moment i reached there, the boys were like running away from me. hello!! like i wanted to play with them like that. ok, whatever.. i did play soccer with them, with bare footed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we listen to songs. like omg, firdaus has lost prophet's songs. cant catch tomorrow is my fav!!! yeeahh! the lead singer is super duper hawt x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, afiq (not my brother) bring to us a shopping cart. i have no idea where he found it, but it was still in good condition. i sat in the shpping cart and the boys were like pushing me and knock the cart at the walls under the voideck. the head banging was awsome!! never experienced such crazy moments lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, they were like talking about terawih, puasa and all the stuff. can you imagine? hardcore and punkster mats were talking about all these stuff! okay aqilah shut up :) i shall not look down on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-2949659894075191812?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2949659894075191812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=2949659894075191812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2949659894075191812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2949659894075191812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/09/effing-crazy-day.html' title='effing crazy day :)'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-1454535934003662866</id><published>2007-09-10T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:10:26.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eptember 8th, went to east coast park to have bbq pit with my extended family and all. it was cool though meeting up with your cuzzies and sees them change like alot! rizal was like providing lotsa lame jokes, cik aishah and kak liza was like making fun of almost everything that they possibly sees and it was a crazy outing ever! there's this one incident where they both saw a guy wearing blazers and office pants there, and they were like shouting, "office hours over already! today half-day," and then they burst into a laughter. too bad kak liza did not stay overnight, or else the whole east coast park gonna burst like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cik aishah and i was sitting by the sea with her grp of friends, talking about motocycle, musics and many more. dont get the wrong idea, cik aishah is the coolest aunt that a teenage girl could possibly have! she introduces to me alot of brand new song and some underground songs that are not even out on radios. lets just say that she is way cooler that all of you :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta appreciate her alot when she introduces me to this song, its called &lt;strong&gt;my regret by banky&lt;/strong&gt;. hope ya enjoy 'em, cause i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vrq5OFjzZA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vrq5OFjzZA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night, i didn't sleep. i played uno cards and stuff. plus, my new-born baby cousin, yanni, woke up and wants to play around. she was like crying when we tried to put her to sleep. but at the end, she went back to sleep around 4 am. had a quick nap for like 2 hours after that and i still feel verrry tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 7 am, went into the sea to swim. woah! like when is the last time i dived into sea water? 2 year ago?? i don't know. one by one went swimming, except my mom. she didn't bring extra clothes for swimming. haha! what a waste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i reached home, i landed on my bed and had a great sleep. there's no place like home they say, it's kinda true! woke up at around 6. went to the library to return novels that i have read during the holidays. the novels were amazing. about what? long story, hurhur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day i went to school. i was early than usual though. haha! can't believe that i am so excited to school. i pinched diana's cheek alot of times! i miss the chaos that our class always make. melvin was in the bad mood. let's just say that his word of the day was 'prank call'. early in the morning, farhan was immitating vanessa hudgen's nude pose, kok woo was tagging along. they criticise her like to the max. kok woo was like, "walao! i wish she send that picture to me siah! how can like this..." farhan was adding up, "eh, summore she never comb her 'hair'," and they burst into a great laughter. okay i admit, i was laughing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heritage tour thing was wasting alot of MY time. i had the tour when i was primary 5! and now, they are recaping the whole brief. omg! it wasn't too boring, but it is quite boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie dokie, that's all :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-1454535934003662866?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1454535934003662866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=1454535934003662866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/1454535934003662866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/1454535934003662866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-to-school.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-7971107737675970171</id><published>2007-09-07T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:08:59.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jurong swimming complex (x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;o yeah.. it was a whole crazy thing. diana cancelled our meet up last minute through msn and i have no plans, so i went with my brother. well, he said that there will be girls. unfortunately, there's a catch! the girls are NOT swimming. okay, so i was the only girl that swims. grrr... so intimidating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the way there, we took a bus. zabid was being a childish, irritating brat! he keeps disturbing me. so much of a shortie boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting part was, my afiq is now official with zhuliestar. omfg!! how come i don't know? i must be a verrry bad sister. they're always on and off. haix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhuliestar kept taking our pics. and playing the slides were the crazziest thing ever! i have forgotten my swimming skills. and i keep holding on to my brother's hand we went to the deeper sides of the pool. it just bugs me, because i can't keep myself up, because im---------------------------short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ain and zhuliestar gets bored seeing us swimming. went to kfc, and then decided to go to expo. they kept saying that there's sale over there. halfway there, my mom called my bro and ask both of us to pick up my sis, cause she couldn't make it on time at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed? sort off. but i went online after that just to cover up the disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107400393658321490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RuEhmQ2xylI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FhhG8s4e9TM/s320/IMG_0553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well that's zhuliestar :P we were heading to the mrt.... and like i said, i didn't go to the expo. blah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RuEiMA2xymI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGpzIKDTCLI/s1600-h/IMG_0533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107401042198383202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RuEiMA2xymI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pGpzIKDTCLI/s320/IMG_0533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we camwhore outside the swimming complex. okay the kid behind me and afiq is zabid. (that shitty boy) heheh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RuEjWQ2xynI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JZref0WczHI/s1600-h/IMG_0543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107402317803670130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RuEjWQ2xynI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JZref0WczHI/s320/IMG_0543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okaaaye, we've been taking pics like a gazillion of times on the way to expo. well, i can say that NONE of them turns out nice. i looked screwed! :\&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now now.. forget the fugly face that i put up. i can't believe me!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RuEoDA2xyrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yjpZL28lUlw/s1600-h/IMG_0522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107407484649327282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RuEoDA2xyrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yjpZL28lUlw/s320/IMG_0522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okkay! we're behind the blue slides, i was wet :P and yeah, fat hope if ya'll wanna see me in swimming suit. muahahha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107405663583193762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RuEmZA2xyqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aO2R2ZbSNYc/s320/IMG_0534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screwed version of us. haha! okay who cares... we still have fun...&lt;/strong&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/2300722556196190973-7971107737675970171?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7971107737675970171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=7971107737675970171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/7971107737675970171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/7971107737675970171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/09/jurong-swimming-complex-x.html' title='jurong swimming complex (x'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RuEhmQ2xylI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FhhG8s4e9TM/s72-c/IMG_0553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-2396775944704448015</id><published>2007-09-06T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:08:07.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a random day (with my mother)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;arly this morning i read this novel. hah! that novel made me giggle so much in my room. well, the author describes how she was acting like some idiots when she saw this cute boy at her doorstep, the boy is a victim of a somesort of terrorist. he's a tycoon's son. the terrorists wanna kill the whole family member due to greed (i think). so yeah, the girl's father is an FBI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the afternoon, my mother asked me to go out with her. first she gotta settle some admin sh!t with her company, and all that stuff lasted till around 4 pm, which is about 3 hours. don't ask what is it about, i really have no idea. and then, we decided to go to vivo city. that's when my mother started yelping about how i dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the train on the way to harbourfront, i played games in the handphone. it's a blockbreaker game, all i can say is that playing that game is such a nerve recking! omg. and after a while i realised that there's this one man sitting at the opposite was snickering at the way i played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know when everytime you lose, and you go "oh, shhiii...." yeah, i kinda said that loudly, IN THE MRT! where people can hear me vividly. and then everytime i went to the next stage, i was like smiling to myself. gosh! i can't help it! 'sore loser' that's what i called myself after the whole incident. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, went out of the train. the bad thing is that my shoe is spoiled (but still can be used). i cant explain how was it damaged, but the blisters behind my heels adds up to the pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the 'forever 21'. check out some clothes. i can say that my mother and i nearly got ourselves into an argument there. let's just say that we WILL NEVER agree on clothings. she said that my clothes are body-hugging! well, i dun feel that its tight though. okay quit talking about my mom. skip..skip..skip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after that, we went to 'mark&amp;amp;spencer'. that place is my mother's favourite. she likes shopping there. she tried almost all body product over there and bla bla bla. (no blogging about my mother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's my day :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's random, but that IS life in the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-2396775944704448015?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2396775944704448015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=2396775944704448015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2396775944704448015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2396775944704448015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-random-day-with-my-mother.html' title='just a random day (with my mother)'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-6922987252331400948</id><published>2007-09-03T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:07:39.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday my love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RtzZiA2xyjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LMo3A644EQk/s1600-h/beyonce.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106195255899834930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RtzZiA2xyjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LMo3A644EQk/s320/beyonce.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the best person in my life- besides my family :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's her 26th birthday. she shared the same age as britney spears and a punk rocker singer, pink. woah! i admired her talent. and im so honoured to bless her with my tribute in my own blog. haha! i knoe ppl, im good! lets see, what has she done for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beyonce knowles wrote songs to stand up for women, wether they're in love, or hurt somehow. reciting to her songs isn't a problem to me, cuz i've been a fan of her work and talent. gosh! seeing her success just muse me! one of my favourite song from her is 'deja vu'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106196806383028802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rtza8Q2xykI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UKNeIKVG19M/s320/deja5wh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think this song brought her to success. plus, with collaboration with jay, she just looks hawt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;though jay is not in the v clip, i think beyonce performs well. she puts up this crazy dance routine with her 16 cm heels. woah! i cant even walk in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/weFftGrtZ7w"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/weFftGrtZ7w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-6922987252331400948?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6922987252331400948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6922987252331400948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6922987252331400948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6922987252331400948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-my-love.html' title='happy birthday my love!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RtzZiA2xyjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LMo3A644EQk/s72-c/beyonce.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-6677436168704274007</id><published>2007-08-25T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:07:10.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Friday, August 24, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://dont-cha.blogspot.com/2007/08/life.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8:16 PM&lt;br /&gt;Life is what you make it and life is filled with disappointments.Why? Because you made it that way. Hey, life is what you make it, right?What I realised is that sometimes I myself, and a couple of my friends make excuses and give up. We give up just because of our shortcomings and it's wrong - very wrong."&lt;br /&gt;-mohd zhulkarnain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wrote on his blog that everything on his blog is copyrighted. and yeah, i didnt copy his work, im promoting it. his words are truly true, there's no way you can deny them. that's why i wanna share it in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave up on my maths, like long time ago. i realised that what i have done is totally wrong, so i tried to catch up with my maths. i have neglected like almost 3 months of hw and lesson. that shows how pathetic i am towards maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhul said that you shouldn't give up, and if you don't succeed, its just that you did not try hard enough. i 100% agree with him. oh btw, thank you for supporting destiny's child zhul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-----see the full version by clicking on the link-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-6677436168704274007?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6677436168704274007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6677436168704274007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6677436168704274007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6677436168704274007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/08/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-8076007983164331970</id><published>2007-08-19T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:06:41.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the annual of my idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;featuring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rsian2UMo9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/FgiyLBUeVd4/s1600-h/Beyonce-Upgrade-U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100496587382891474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rsian2UMo9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/FgiyLBUeVd4/s320/Beyonce-Upgrade-U.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the person that i've been idolised, and it has been 6 years! it's Beyonce. i've seen her success and the more i see them, the more im in love with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100497158613541906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RsibJGUMpBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/y4_RGRbINsU/s320/20050613145409990022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;formerly started out from a group called Destiny's Child which was at first called as Girls Tyme. the girls soared and was known as the best-selling-female-group-all-time awards. the girls then split up to go for a solo album.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100497162908509234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RsibJWUMpDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sOPjBd5i7ho/s320/_beyonce_jay_z215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;met jay-z and got engaged with him in the year os 2003. jay put up rawness to Beyonce's first album, Dangerously In Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RsiaoGUMo_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/CUnwA4Qi5gw/s1600-h/boxing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100496591677858802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RsiaoGUMo_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/CUnwA4Qi5gw/s320/boxing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; haha. i saw the v clip, they were not fighting, jay taught b some kick-boxing. which i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RsiaoGUMpAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xybXM0Fro8w/s1600-h/jay-b.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100496591677858818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RsiaoGUMpAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xybXM0Fro8w/s320/jay-b.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100496587382891490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rsian2UMo-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/x6JBgiwZVdU/s320/beyon.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she represent as the most successful african-american woman and the best voice of huston, taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RsiZ1GUMo5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/t25hYaBl14U/s1600-h/bee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100495715504530322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RsiZ1GUMo5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/t25hYaBl14U/s320/bee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;played a role as a warrior in the pepsi add, with pink and britney spears. she looked hawt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RsiZ1mUMo7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/6jYthbYoS18/s1600-h/178_258674263_jayz17_H104717_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100495724094464946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RsiZ1mUMo7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/6jYthbYoS18/s320/178_258674263_jayz17_H104717_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;awww.. both of them went for this cute romantic vacation ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RsiZ1mUMo8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/KeN4VAIbM_s/s1600-h/178_258674263_jayz19_H104902_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100495724094464962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RsiZ1mUMo8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/KeN4VAIbM_s/s320/178_258674263_jayz19_H104902_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beyonce is not wearing any make-ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100501475055674434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RsifEWUMpEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EdgdWb2Djss/s320/batbball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;from the right: some unknown friend, tyra banks, beyonce and jay-z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100501479350641762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RsifEmUMpGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S_FZZm7C22s/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her solo debuts were a hit! beyonce performs Dangerously In Love 2 at the grammy awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100501475055674450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RsifEWUMpFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9EV0MI9Pdls/s320/hod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after her second album, B'Day, beyonce opened a fashion line, after the name of her great grandmother. the fashion line is then officially called House Of Dereon. they sells clothings adn accessories for women all over the world. and now Beyonce has lead to a big success by having U.S.50 million dollars of contracts world wide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im so proud of you bee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/2300722556196190973-8076007983164331970?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8076007983164331970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=8076007983164331970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/8076007983164331970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/8076007983164331970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/08/annual-of-my-idol.html' title='the annual of my idol'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rsian2UMo9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/FgiyLBUeVd4/s72-c/Beyonce-Upgrade-U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-2180556165243488365</id><published>2007-08-19T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:03:38.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow! right now im in the library :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heyy heyy! long time since i've been updating this blog. miss me? haha. so yeah, alot of stuff that had happened to me lately and i planned to post on blogs but i guess im too busy so far :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, right now im in the library. haha. im supposed to be with my bro playing soccer with him and his friends, which is also my childhood bestie. erm guess not! they are to boring! i dun understand why guys love hanging out under the block, and play cards and soccer and stuff. i dun feel their style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, last time is diff, i dun mind sitting on the floor under the block. i dun mind sharing drinks to those guys. hahaha. to think abt it, eeew! ouh well, thats what minahs do. they even share ciggars, what do you expect??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. i dun intend to blog abt my minah life. i dun even remember who is closest 'god sister'. so yeah, met zauffry (i forgot how to spell his name). wow! he has grown alot taller. you woudnt believe that he has a childish mind - a sick ones! gameboys and monster deck cards is still his game. well, at least he has changed his voice, which sounds so freaky. new matured hairstyle, mohawk! haha and a geeky specs :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zauffry's brother, zeckry -gosh!! he is the cutest boy ever!! haha. just imagine, he is p6 right now, but his body size is almost abt my p1 bro. cute right!!! hahaha. im obsessed with short little cute kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i tried to avoid firdaus (fir), heard that he gonna come by soon. so i went to the library alone. there goes my soccer match :P haha. as if im gonna play with 'em. im wearing palm shoes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys were shocked to see me changed alot. like woah, they still call me 'syahmi's sister' or 'afiq's sister' (my bro has 2 names). and some of them still wanna shake hand with me, like we did last time. the handshakes were not a plain handshakes, you know, minah's handshake which i cant remember how. those guys were so rough towards me lar.. i dun blame them anymay, thats wad i used to be, rough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;henderson road has alot of memories. i wish i cant remember them, but i did. hmmph. better not talk abt my past. too complicated lar dey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-2180556165243488365?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2180556165243488365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=2180556165243488365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2180556165243488365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2180556165243488365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/08/wow-right-now-im-in-library.html' title='wow! right now im in the library :)'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-6597744658933085182</id><published>2007-08-12T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:03:12.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy wedding ms hafida!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;omg.. i had a crush with the gold and white. the wedding was like freaking nice and not so grand, and not so low-class. it was just above the standard of an average. i love the way the lights were put up. the whole setting was full of white and gold, and urgh.. miss hafida had the most elegent dress with perfect make-ups and all. she is super beautiful. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't have problem with finding the block. we had problem approaching to the parents of the bride. finally we get to approach the parents, and ms hafida's dad was a real humor! mats were all over, they are doing the kendarat stuff. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met aishah after eating and camwhoring and welcoming the groom. ouh, btw, she's the girl with pink hairband. search..search for her pic! GO... like she's the sweetest girl ever lar. haha. every girl is sweet to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets cut the story short. my brother is bugging me! we were like so determined to take neo-prints after that. so, all of us go except for aishah. she had even mpre strict mother than mine! it was funny cos i never been to jurong east wearing baju kurung! (hari raya is an exception) diana was like so paiseh, cos everybody looked at us. it wasn't obvious for the rest cos they wear jeans and long shirt (dont know how to describe the shirt; go see the pics lar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then diana and i went home by taking a train. diana was crapping with homework and stuff (malas aku nak layan kau diana!) and i dont even wanna know if i have homework or not. d&amp;amp;t is not so important. nyehahaahaa. drop at tiong bahru. and then went home. the description that i wrote wasn't as exciting as it was happen to me. but i got to rush. hantam jer la aqilah! okay, im done stupid bro. GOSH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-6597744658933085182?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6597744658933085182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6597744658933085182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6597744658933085182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6597744658933085182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-wedding-ms-hafida.html' title='happy wedding ms hafida!!!!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-494631612018649219</id><published>2007-08-12T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T07:20:51.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pics taken at the wedding ceremony..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8WwTB9W_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/gErSHjDzs44/s1600-h/P8120427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097818322204711922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8WwTB9W_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/gErSHjDzs44/s320/P8120427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8WXTB9W9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/sPsxBW8XgvA/s1600-h/P8120445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097817892707982290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8WXTB9W9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/sPsxBW8XgvA/s320/P8120445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8WdTB9W-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Vc26wuwPfRU/s1600-h/P8120455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097817995787197410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8WdTB9W-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Vc26wuwPfRU/s320/P8120455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8WBDB9W7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/K6R3ASzS_VQ/s1600-h/P8120438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097817510455892914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8WBDB9W7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/K6R3ASzS_VQ/s320/P8120438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8WMTB9W8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/eqpaxaLvb6E/s1600-h/P8120461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097817703729421250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8WMTB9W8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/eqpaxaLvb6E/s320/P8120461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8VnzB9W5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/NePYT8iDaXw/s1600-h/P8120421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097817076664195986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8VnzB9W5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/NePYT8iDaXw/s320/P8120421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8VtTB9W6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9YzeuHylz5c/s1600-h/P8120423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097817171153476514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8VtTB9W6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9YzeuHylz5c/s320/P8120423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8VBTB9W2I/AAAAAAAAADs/JgoWMUFPbhA/s1600-h/P8120405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097816415239232354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8VBTB9W2I/AAAAAAAAADs/JgoWMUFPbhA/s320/P8120405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8XBTB9XAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_p1RH5LV7rU/s1600-h/P8120389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097818614262488066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8XBTB9XAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_p1RH5LV7rU/s320/P8120389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8VGDB9W3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/jQcaUePQgCE/s1600-h/P8120396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097816496843610994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8VGDB9W3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/jQcaUePQgCE/s320/P8120396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8VcjB9W4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/l7_vj3lDNjc/s1600-h/P8120414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097816883390667650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8VcjB9W4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/l7_vj3lDNjc/s320/P8120414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-494631612018649219?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/494631612018649219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=494631612018649219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/494631612018649219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/494631612018649219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/08/pics-taken-at-wedding-ceremony.html' title='the pics taken at the wedding ceremony..'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rr8WwTB9W_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/gErSHjDzs44/s72-c/P8120427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-573116112629737319</id><published>2007-08-09T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:02:33.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i have nothing to do on national day. so, i decided to browse through the net, or shall i say "surf the net". okay, whatever it is, i found out that imeem.com has updated its profile. haha sorry people! i know im slow. guess what imeem has clearer video clip than youtube, but youtube has more options to choose. so yeah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is titled: bad girl by usher. he dances with beyonce -which i dont know why, hmm... i guess beyonce is a compatible dance partner. her dress is super short lar :) they are so matching that there's this one time, the media suspect that they both had an affair. too bad, beyonce's faithfulness towards jay-z is so strong. okay, enough of lecturing, just watch the freaking video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="323" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/p78UDE9-dI/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/p78UDE9-dI/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="323" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-573116112629737319?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/573116112629737319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=573116112629737319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/573116112629737319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/573116112629737319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-nothing-to-do-on-national-day.html' title=''/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-5948037786304057933</id><published>2007-08-04T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:00:52.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVECDB9WwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cPSiKmyOZQg/s1600-h/DSC0357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095053355403533058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVECDB9WwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cPSiKmyOZQg/s320/DSC0357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVD4jB9WvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ejlp2qOXBX0/s1600-h/DSC0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095053192194775794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVD4jB9WvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ejlp2qOXBX0/s320/DSC0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVDmDB9WuI/AAAAAAAAACs/I0M8hWx8yIs/s1600-h/DSC0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095052874367195874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVDmDB9WuI/AAAAAAAAACs/I0M8hWx8yIs/s320/DSC0164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVDgTB9WtI/AAAAAAAAACk/dWXntFLpw9Y/s1600-h/DSC0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095052775582948050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVDgTB9WtI/AAAAAAAAACk/dWXntFLpw9Y/s320/DSC0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVDWjB9WsI/AAAAAAAAACc/d3c9FlVQjM4/s1600-h/DSC0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095052608079223490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVDWjB9WsI/AAAAAAAAACc/d3c9FlVQjM4/s320/DSC0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVDOzB9WrI/AAAAAAAAACU/RbAyOYh1hps/s1600-h/DSC0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095052474935237298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVDOzB9WrI/AAAAAAAAACU/RbAyOYh1hps/s320/DSC0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVDGzB9WqI/AAAAAAAAACM/uevMTnRw1PM/s1600-h/DSC0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095052337496283810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVDGzB9WqI/AAAAAAAAACM/uevMTnRw1PM/s320/DSC0252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095052208647264914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVC_TB9WpI/AAAAAAAAACE/om9pbVxoyuk/s320/DSC0325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVCvDB9WoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zciiix9A3gQ/s1600-h/DSC0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095051929474390658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVCvDB9WoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zciiix9A3gQ/s320/DSC0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVCTTB9WmI/AAAAAAAAABs/i18LjyZBl3I/s1600-h/DSC0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095051452733020770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVCTTB9WmI/AAAAAAAAABs/i18LjyZBl3I/s320/DSC0226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it was the whole day of camworing and laughter.. theres still alot of silly pics that we both took.. and i dont think ill post them for you peeps to see.. it looks ugly! ~yucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300722556196190973-5948037786304057933?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5948037786304057933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=5948037786304057933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5948037786304057933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/5948037786304057933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-was-whole-day-of-camworing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/RrVECDB9WwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cPSiKmyOZQg/s72-c/DSC0357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-2813038886798788209</id><published>2007-06-24T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:00:20.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bestie are loved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rn60oelBW5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/WteHXBGfxeM/s1600-h/dx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079696037216607122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rn60oelBW5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/WteHXBGfxeM/s320/dx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hell yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scream in the name of DEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yup.. shes my bestie. Hot right? haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her real name is diana. we met each other when i was secondary one..i cant deny that she was this honest, cute and kind-hearted girl.. and she still is now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;god.. she is this emo-freak.. claimed to be married to Ryan Ross. well, thats her. we dont know why, but we just need each other. when we go out, we just make some crazy business! (acting like a fool in public).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she influenced me to the positive side, concentrate more on my studies.. this babe just know how to influence people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i appreciate the fact that she supports me till the end.. hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well, we shared the same interest (somehow), from music to outfit.. tee and jeans is a must for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;provided, she has brought someone into my life, which i just dont think that it will happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gee tnx dee!! i appreciate that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ill tell you people when i have some other time.. JENG JENG JENG!!&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/2300722556196190973-2813038886798788209?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2813038886798788209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=2813038886798788209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2813038886798788209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/2813038886798788209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/06/bestie-are-loved.html' title='bestie are loved!'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rn60oelBW5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/WteHXBGfxeM/s72-c/dx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300722556196190973.post-6247205117033789201</id><published>2007-06-24T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:59:47.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its all about me :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rn4gu-lBW4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/X4qG8p8ukuc/s1600-h/331450478l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079533421164845954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rn4gu-lBW4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/X4qG8p8ukuc/s320/331450478l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well hello!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahah im aqilah.. call me, aqilah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha, what a lame way to start my first post :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gosh, about me? hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i can just say make friends with me, and you will have a rough idea of who am i..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;definitely not emo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;err, can be QUITE crazy at times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im a talker, and proud of it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this year, 2007 4th may i just turned into 15!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the shirt that i wear is a birthday present from my dearest friend, Siti Nur Syahindah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no.. this one not my primary school bestie, that one Siti Nur Hanisah.. wrong person.. heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there are soo many bestie of mine, you peeps will know... somehow.. hahhah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as you can see, giggling is part of my hobby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;same goes to talking craps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so, thats all i have to say.. actually, theres soo much stuff that happen to me lately.. maybe next time ill post. not now :)&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/2300722556196190973-6247205117033789201?l=qillabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6247205117033789201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300722556196190973&amp;postID=6247205117033789201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6247205117033789201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300722556196190973/posts/default/6247205117033789201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qillabee.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-all-about-me_24.html' title='its all about me :)'/><author><name>qillabee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Si5tdsI8toI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OlECuhstJ7g/S220/at+school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBjPzVjrszE/Rn4gu-lBW4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/X4qG8p8ukuc/s72-c/331450478l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
